lazybones...

 sleepin' in the sun.

how you 'spect to get your day's work done?

never get your day's work done.  

lying in the noon day sun.

will always love leon redbone's version

she's mighty helpful.....

it's just us ladies here for the next three days. we relaxed on the porch this evening, roxie with her milk (with some green grass stuff i added in hopes of wiping out her perpetually runny nose) and i, with my sailor jerry (because he fixes everything else). we watched the rain and imagined the sunset and listened to some jackie gleason. the birds defied tradition and sang an evening lullaby thumbing their noses at the drizzle. roxie thought maybe she'd sleep late tomorrow, 7:15 am maybe?, then some eggs and toast at paris coffee house. saturday we'll take a walk by the river and look around at the antiques at the 'swine barn'. sunday will be for looking forward to seeing the guys and baking them some of these.

the rain started winding down. bedtime upon us, roxie...the generous and thoughtful young lady that she is...fed all of the cats in the entryway so they wouldn't get wet. she makes st. francis proud. helpful lump o sugar.

awww.....er, ewwww!

so, there's a wild kitty at  our house that i've been unable to trap who is perpetually pregnant.  her litters don't usually make it but this time she found a safe spot for them and it happened to be under the floor of the old carriage house. three days ago, chris and i dismantled the floor to get the kittens out before they were too fast to outrun us.  chris poked a broomstick in one end while i hovered over the other end with an empty cooler to drop them into once we caught them.  there were five and they were so filthy, flea-ridden, crusty-eyed and stinky that it was hard to find them cute.  plus, they hissed a lot. clearly ungrateful. 

here's the ghetto they came from before they moved uptown to one of our bathtubs.  

wondering what horrible fate has befallen them...

things only got worse....

today...(the third day) two baths, eye antibiotic, and many bottles later...

cute. for sure.

considering i have three kids, five cats (including the wild ones i feed who keep having kittens) and seven fish, surely there is some kind soul out there who would adopt one of these kitties.  as soon as they can eat out of a bowl i'm going to have to take them to the humane society.  adopt one of these little lumps of sugar and i'll throw in a bag of garden tomatoes and a two-dollar scratchoff!  

cuteness guaranteed!

symbolism at it's best

moth love in the city

planting in the garden around three weeks ago.  

we met.  

to look at him now 

you would never know how

frightening

phallic

lair of the white worm-like

and gross he was.

i picked him up in my gloved hand 

thinking he was a funny turd-shaped rock.

he squirmed.

i screamed.

 and because i'm the best mom. ever.  

i let him live in a jar. in the kitchen. 

this morning i peeked inside like i do every morning and he was!

gone....

cursing and squealing we searched until we found him on the kitchen curtain. 

drying his feathery miracle wings. 

the day we met...

the day we said goodbye....