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"Not living in fear is a gift, because certainly these days we do it so much. And do you know what I like about comedy? You can't laugh and be afraid at the same time... of anything. If you are laughing, I defy you to be afraid."
~Stephen Colbert
I try to find the humor in ever single day. It's not always easy, and often times I will experience some silly bit of drama... such is life... but at the end of the day I try my best to remember a moment of humor. My mind is filled with memories of something one of my cats has done to make me laugh. Hendrix is a bit bumbly. Dylan is so serious, but sometimes he will do something completely unexpected and it will make me double over with laughter. But Joey... he is my little goofball. He is warm, and loving, and sometimes I think he is more flying monkey, than actual kitten. But a kitty he is, and he loves to make me smile. He loves a good photo bomb! You can't see it, but right behind Joey, is Dylan, all posed and ready to have his picture taken! LOL. Joey loves the camera! And just after I snapped this photo, Dylan was so pissed that Joey had jumped in front of him that he HISSSSSED. And of course, it made me laugh!
Thank God For Humor And Thank God For Cats!
Mood: Happy
~Me :)
I'm Only A CatAuthor UnknownI'm only a cat and I stay in my place...
Up there on your chair, or your bed or your face!
I'm only a cat, and I don't finick much...
I'm happy with cream and anchovies and such!
I'm only a cat, and we'll get along fine...
As long as you know I'm not yours... you're all mine!
Bad Kitty Dylan
It was quite a week with my two little men! The weather has been just beautiful, so we have been discovering all kinds of things in the yard. Butterflies, and bees and hummingbirds... it's all so wonderful. To my surprise, Hendrix isn't terribly fond of hunting. He instead, enjoys sitting on the swing with me, but now when it comes to Dylan, it's a different story.
Dylan gave his mommy a huge fright on Saturday, when he decided to take a nap in one of the trees. I looked for him everywhere. Hendrix walked around the yard with me... mewing for his brother... but there wasn't a sign of him anywhere. Not even the sound of his bells.
I was sure I had lost one of my babies. 4 hours went by and still now little orange kitten. I was a mess. I had even called Alan at work, to see if he knew of any areas of the yard that might allow him a way out, but he was sure it was safe. Then, just about 5 minutes before a worried Alan was to get off work, I saw Dylan climb down from the lower branches of the plum tree and come running toward the backdoor. He had to have been up there the whole time, because I had looked in that area thoroughly, I just hadn't bothered to look up! LOL. Bad kitty! I was too happy to see him, to be too mad...but still...BAD KITTY!
:) By the way, if my blog looks a little strange over the next few days it's because I am working on a template for spring. Feel free to comment on what you see. Feedback is always welcome!
-Carly
