Maturing Thoughts

It occurred to me that the kitties are approaching one year of age, and that maybe they warrant being called cats now.

And I went upstairs, where Max had returned from inspecting neighbourhood BBQs...



...and Dubh was in her loopy sleep...



I reckoned that kittydom might come from an approach to life, rather than chronological age. And so for now, the kitties remain kitties. Little noodleheads that they are...