Cats rule.

Little Jinksie......we still call her that, because she is the baby, and because she seems to be a perpetual adolescent.  She doesn't respond, or operate, anything like the other cats.  She marches to her own drum.

She and Kizzy were feral, so while they are very sweet, they are skittish.  The least little thing makes them run for cover.

There were, however, very interested in this box, and the stuff L is weaving with.

Jinksie has the longest tail, and the longest body, and because it doesn't seem like it's all attached correctly, she is quite the sight when she gallops through the house.

L is still on those looper rugs.......I knew we had a lot of them looped, not sure I would have guessed this many.

This one really appeals to me.......the mix of purples and blues.

We have had a flurry of sales in the last couple of days.  Just when I start worrying about the LACK of business,  it appears.   And every time, I chastise myself, for not letting it just unfold, without my anguishing over it.

Our porch mascot, Nexxie, throws himself down in front of us, in a crazed bid for attention.

He does this all day.

L just commented on his "brown nose".

Well, brown nose, or not, I think he is very handsome.