
My mother’s cat Smoky is staying with us. She is an elderly dilute tabby Manx. In an attempt to keep her from laying on my laptop as I use it, I made a bed for her in a crate on my work table. She seems to think this is an acceptable compromise.

My mother’s cat Smoky is staying with us. She is an elderly dilute tabby Manx. In an attempt to keep her from laying on my laptop as I use it, I made a bed for her in a crate on my work table. She seems to think this is an acceptable compromise.
While Rion and Lightning have been sharing dog beds for a while now, this was the first time I ever saw them touching while they did so.

At 70F with no humidity I thought it was a lovely day for a walk. Rion, with his tarnished silver coat, didn’t agree: “it’s okay, Mom. I’ll wait here until sunset.” (We have new (to us) phones! With cameras! And Bluetooth!)

I try to remember to call them Rudbeckia, but since I grew up in Maryland, I think I will always think of them as Black Eyed Susans (the state flower of Maryland.)

The only time I’ve ever seen one of these in the wild, I had to keep hold of a 95 pound dog who was desperate to make its acquaintance. I enjoyed seeing it in the tree at the zoo much more.

Seeing these at the zoo seemed a bit superfluous since I see them crossing the road on a daily basis in the summer.

We alerted the keeper when we saw this orangutan digging out the window caulking with a stick. The keeper told us that the orangutan liked to chew the silicon, and they just re-caulked the window when necessary.