Feline Fun

Seeing Ava, Jerry's wife's cat, reminded me that I don't think I've ever introduced my vicarious son, and the only other male (chromosomally anyway) in the house. Everyone, this is Sam, the Blue Mackeral Tabby:

He is extremely shy, and runs away when anyone with whom he isn't acquainted shows up. He is my cat.

This is Isabel (picture taken on her rug in the garage-these animals do not live inside), a Norwegian Forest.

Although I was the one who rescued her from the beneath the shopping carts of a certain discount store, she prefers R and C over anyone else. She walks the perimeter of the hood when R is working on a truck. The noise and music don't frighten her. This cat is the reason most men disdain cats, and, thanks to T, I now have the perfect name for her: Diva Kitty. I must say, she has earned her keep. There simply is no better mouser.