Well, he seems to have recovered from his recent trip to the doctor that left him a few grams less heavy in his hinder portions, and is back to ripping around and doing the things cats do.
Such as--
Drinking out of the frog:
--and looking bored and distant:
Thankfully, he seems not to care too much about chasing mice. There was a big one in the kitchen last night:
Catherine had a play at school yesterday morning, and filled the role of Squeaky, a mouse who helps this big lion with some sort of podiatric distress caused by an imbedded thorn. (Her mouse-ear-like hair styling is by Terry of Trussville.)
I talked to our South Carolina (formerly of Clinton, MS) renter-friend yesterday.
He is also his wife's color technician.
Posted by: Janis Gore at November 17, 2006 09:02 AMI suppose you didn't spend the bucks to get Lightning some Neuticals so he would think he had everything he was supposed to have.
Posted by: Nate at November 17, 2006 10:46 AMYes, I've done painting before, too, but Reba is very particular and has hard-to-color hair.
And no, Nate--he doesn't seem to miss them, so no use trying to fool him. And pay money.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at November 17, 2006 03:40 PMBut it wasn't so long ago that you were coloring her hair.
Posted by: Janis Gore at November 17, 2006 04:24 PMTrue. Near as I can remember, she's had two parlor-done dye jobs since the last time I helped her with it. They really do a lot better job than I'm able to do, because I never can seem to find all the gray, and she invariably winds up one spot that's a little too noticeable to explain away as "highlights."
I think I'm best to stick with doing-up the Tiny Terror's locks.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at November 17, 2006 04:30 PM