Garden kitties

In my house lives three little kitties - Booger, Meow, and Pooh. These are naughty kitties, sleeping on the table, crying for food, begging to be freed in to the big wild wild world of the backyard. We feed them, mind you, so they are not abused. We take them outside as well, but only for supervised visits. Meow and Pooh are relatively good kitties in that they stay inside the yard however the old man, Booger, has jumped a fence a time or two in his life. He knows whats on the other side and he's not afraid to go there. Now Meow and Pooh are only considered "relatively" good because even though they do not venture outside of the yard, they still go where they don't belong. Pooh longs to run outside so he can roll in the dirt and then he proceeds to lay between my broccoli plants hunting moths like a big jungle kitty. I tell him "you're not a big jungle cat," but he ignores me and takes a stroll between my other vegetables, knowing that it will irk me and cause me to chase him with my fist in the air. Meow likes to roam to the side of the house. One would think that a gray siamese kitty would stand out in a semi-green yard yet Meow always manages to find the dirt that she blends in with oh-so-perfectly, and then stands there or lays there looking innocent as can be while bf and I nervously hunt for her, calling her name. When we finally see her and scold her, she looks at us with a slow blink as if to say in her Martha Stewart voice, "I was right here all along, doing nothing wrong what-so-ever."



Booger is shameless, is he not? We call him our resident "sun-whore"



















Broccoli Pooh















Blue eyed Meow