The start of Christmas

Losing the cats is sad, but it means I can get out all the things we haven't used in years because the cats would spoil them.  Or dress up in their clothes.  So Muffy and Hoppy have finally emerged from the closet.

What we saw at the zoo yesterday

The fox and my friend Pam

A pool full of feathers from molting penguins.  The penguins looked really ratty.

A dead bear.  Actually, this is Denali, the more laid back of the 23 year old grizzly twins, enjoying a nap and a soak in the pool.

A dead goat.  Or Albert enjoying a snooze. 

Shadows in the forest -- beware of the tiger!

Little David's leaf -- finally big enough

Too much sadness.

Friend Steve has just lost Dreamer, his third cat in less than 6 months.  It's just not fair.  Steve, we will have to get together soon for a kitty wake.

Dreamer (left) with Charlie, the last cat.

Summer

Minkie would have loved this.

Farewell to Buster

We've lost another one.  Today was Steve's cat Buster's last day.  At least Steve still has Charlie and Dreamer.

Charlie comforting Buster last night.

Here's Buster (on the left) with sister Hetty.

And Buster (at the head of the food line) with the other boys.

Whimsy in the garden

Pam has a rabbit in her garden!