Matching Socks

Oh look matching red stripe socks. No I don't normally wear odd socks but these socks are matching the red of my Vespa. So there I am zipping through traffic on my red Vespa, wearing black clothes and these bright red socks gleaming out from the gap between my shoes and pants bottoms. Oh deary me, this year is finally getting to me. Believe me I am not crazy at all, it is just my thoughts that get me into trouble.

Socks and Princess

"Mee-ow, are you my Mommy?" meow’ed tiny Princess to all that moved. Growl, snarl, and hiss came the answers. Oh no, what was the tiny scrap to do? She was saved from going to the rescue pound but was still way too small to be on her own.

Mommy Socks to the rescue, tadaaaa! Yip, I had to go next door from where the kittens where rescued to fetch mommy, and for now tiny Princess is so deliriously happy to be re-united with her mommy.

Three S’s Taking Refuge

With a tropical storm between Madagascar and Mozambique pushing moist air inland, rain has set in. Rain means washing to be hung up to dry inside, the dogs fast asleep in their warm beds, and the cats that prefer being outside try find refuge under the eaves. Here are the 3 S's, Socks, Shadow, and Shammy sitting on top of Anastasiya who was previously called Sophia. What is with all these S's?