Like A Bowl Of Strawberries

Silver thinks life is like a bowl of strawberries.

We remodeled the kitchen at the office this week. It all started Tuesday when I removed the cabinets in the storeroom so we could move the cabinets from the kitchen to the storeroom. Jake and I took out the lower cabinets in the kitchen and installed them in the storeroom, and then replaced the hot water shut-off in the kitchen. The new kitchen cabinets were installed on Wednesday. I installed a new, deeper sink and a new dishwasher. We have a new kitchen at the office.

Office kitchen before and after.

Coffee bar before and after.

Storeroom before and after.

Half moon and clouds this morning.

Spunk: “Life ain’t no stinking bowl of strawberries. It’s more like a stinking bowl of birdies!”

7 @ 7:07

We had a cat 7 on the bed this morning. Having all seven cats on the bed at the same time is an extremely rare event. The cats from left to right: Glenda, Silver, Loki, Gwendolyn, Marble, Sasha, and Spunk.

I stayed in bed for an hour after I woke up. I wanted to let mostly sleeping cats lie. It was cold as hell inside and even colder outside when I got out of bed and checked the temperatures at 7:07 AM. It was probably a few degrees colder outside at 6:00 AM when I woke up. It was obviously cold enough that all the cats felt the need to be in bed with us.

The moon shining on Venus.

The cloud looked a little fishy.

Let There Be Critters

Gwendolyn: “Did you say critters? I see!”

Black-chinned Hummingbird

The Rio Grande is running high.

Canadian Geese on the fly

First Dragonfly photo of the season.

New Mexico Whiptail Lizard. “Whip it. Whip it good!”

A slightly battered butterfly

Fire in the sky

The Temperature’s Rising

Well, ya’ll, Spunk here. The temperature’s rising, and while the Paparazzo waters, he pesters us with his clicks. He’s such a pest, but at least the flowers are blooming.

Wisteria hanging in the hood

It’s me, Glenda. I’m enjoying the heat, the cat tree, and the blooming blooms! Fortunately, the pesky Paparazzo is smart enough to know he doesn’t need to water the cat tree. However, we need to make him understand he doesn’t need to water cats the same as plants when we are outside.

Bearded Iris

Look deep into my eyes, pesky Paparazzo! You are feeling sleepy, and sleepier. You’re asleep! You will not pour water on me or the other kitties when we are outdoors. We are Cats, not Plants!

Austrian Copper and Lady Banks

Good evening! Gwendolyn here. Let me tell you that the pesky Paparazzo Bugs! He’s way worse than Spot, the orange ladybug, hanging out on the Peony buds.

Okay, you stupid paparazzo. Enough flower photos already. You are wearing everyone out. Especially moi!