You might have noticed, dear readers, that I missed a few posts over the weekend. To clear up this leave of absence taken without warning, I offer these to photographs to you. I didn’t mean to mess around on you, so just know that I was spending my time as I always do– with the felines.
Jake and I drove back to White Haven, to celebrate the coming of The Easter Rat with the fancy fancy Quinn family. Legit.
And Cally was there!
Also, on Saturday morning we were lucky enough to be greeted by the ubiquitous mother of the wild cat family that’s taken residence, according to JQ, “somewhere within a 1.5 mile radius” of our family’s home.
Mama Cat was out for rotisserie chicken trash, but helpful cleaner JQ was quick on the case. Mama ain’t no fool.
And like that, she was gone.
Later that morning, we prepared for Easter by dyeing most of our dozen eggs to resemble the rats my dad likes so much…but there was plenty of time for kitties as well!
Lately, I’m finding kitties each which way I turn, and at the homestead life was no different. Driving back to our life of bicycles and forced frugality in Huntingdon Easter afternoon, we found ourselves elated, peaceful, grateful for small things, running from thunderstorms…
…and with cats on the brain.
(Perhaps not so much for Jake.)