Doggies, and chickens, and kitties...



The Dark Avenger (so named by Zeke)
He is neither dark nor an avenger.

 My cat, Lily, had babies in February.  They're finally getting cute.  They looked like little lumps of moldy, hairy clay for about 6weeks.
Now they play and jump and climb.  They keep me entertained during the day...they don't amuse me very much at night, though.

We didn't necessarily want a litter of kittens, but I think that it's important for children to experience the cycle of life at least once.  We could feel Lily's belly growing and feel the babies moving inside her.  They heard her screeches of pain during birth and knew my anxiety, too, when her first baby was born breech.  (I did NOT like seeing my cat in such pain.)

We have another cat, too.  Ole--rhymes with Holy.  He's not bright but he's really funny.  He's the baby daddy. 
We also have a dog, Jazzy.  She's a humane shelter resucee.  We fell in love with her when we first met her.  I'm pretty sure the feeling was mutual.  She's a good girl, extremely laid back and used to getting stepped on by blind kids.  We don't walk her enough.  Transparency is good, right?
Outside we have 9 chickens, thus we eat MANY eggs!  Home grown and not filled with creepy chemicals is best!  We got them last year and love it.  My dad does most of the work.  He mixes a special feed for them and talks to them and I think one of his big, fat, Reds has a crush on him.  Chickens actually bond easily.
So, that's 9 chickens, 6 cats, a dog and a nephew.  That's too many pets.

Anyhoo, I thought it would be cool to take a break from my normal writing MO and just picture blog today.  Enjoy the babies!

The kitten formerly know an as Smeagol.  We call her Fonzie now. 
That name will probably change, too.

Poor Laurence the Monkey.



Lily and Jazzy enjoying the mid-morning sun.

 



Jazzy snoozing...again.

 

Today's haul from the coop.  Babies!

Ole, fishing, I guess.  It's never easy to tell what he's up to.
One time he attacked a bag of cottonballs and the cottonballs won.



Jimmy the white chicken and one of my dad's Rhode Island Reds.



Smeagol/Fonzie/Whatever the new name is.  She really is my favorite.  I just don't know what to call her yet.



Ole seems to always be chasing or antagonizing Lily.



Jazzy loves to love on the babies.  The kitten looks stressed but he's not.  His name is Harvey.



So, that's our allotment of animals.  I figure there's room for more, but not right now.  I think we need a pig.  Maybe, next summer.