Kat is tearing through the house making occasional yowls, because apparently the invisible kitty demons are after him.

Kit is following him around, with body language that says, “What’s wrong? What’s going on? Why are you running around like that? What’s wrong?”

Michael got what every good geek should have wanted this year: A Monty Python Cow Catapult!

OMG! It’s a giant furry slug!

Even his paws are large.

Where were you on Monday evening?!

I started Kat the other morning, and as he stared up at me I realized that he might actually be a manga cat: his face looked to be about 50% eyes.

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His Furriness has beens strangely affectionate since we returned.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think he missed us.

Kat, hanging out.

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There’s been a cat wandering around the neighborhood all summer. She belongs to someone in the neighborhood who foolishly allows her to wander free.

Why foolishly? Because I live on a very busy road, where cars speed by day and night. Perhaps they don’t realize she wanders as far as she does. At least I hope. Because I’d hate to think someone would place their pet into danger on purpose.

And why do I say “she”? Because Kat doesn’t freak out horrifically when she wanders by, and he has pitched loud, hissy, and somewhat frightening fits when other cats have wandered by in the past.

So why the pictures? Because she has a beautiful and unusual pattern and coloring.

Here she is making herself at home in our yard.

I’ve been busy.

Really! I’m serious!

Anyway, the point is that I have no new pictures of Kat and Kit, so instead I’m giving you pictures of Slate.

Slate was my parents outside cat, and at 17 decided she was NOT going to be an outside cat anymore. Since my mom refused to have an inside cat, Slate came to live with us. Kat and Kit were not happy with this turn of events, but as Slate did little more than lie on our laps to be petted, and sleep, it wasn’t that much of a hardship.

She died at the age of 18.