|Saguaro "bones" - what's left over when a Saguaro dies|
|Then after a while, the bones fall down into a pile. |
Lots of Saguaros die from being hit by lightning.
|Cindy with some rocks & cacti - these actually had red spikes! |
Usually the red-spiked ones are teeny!
|A crumbly old Cholla -|
These look like Dr. Seuss trees to me!
|The Ocotillos are leafing out! |
They all look like they are raising their arms to the sky and celebrating the beautiful weather!
|This is what they look like close-up when they are dead.|
This Octoillo is NOT celebrating!
You can see how it looks like grass is growing in between the bushy plants . . .
|This is the close-up of part of the glorious GREEN desert! |
If you look closely, it's packed with teeny-tiny white flowers!
My guess is that we hiked about three miles this morning
On to cats!
|Bjarne's little nosey|
|Allistair cuddled right up to Baltazar, who wasn't sure he liked it|
|Four cats on the couch! |
My spot was supposed to be in the middle.
|Mr. Blue Eyes|
And look at the metallic stars on my jeans!
|Allistair was so sleepy that he let me mess with his paws. |
He's saying, "I surrender! But I'm too sleepy to talk about it anymore."
|Bjarne's little sleepy face.|
|Allistair was chilly enough to snuggle up UNDER Baltazar's leg!|
But don't worry; we still enjoyed silly kittens.
Some mornings while I'm getting ready for the day, Allistair follows me around and makes sad little "eep" noises. Then when I FINALLY sit down, he flops down next to me and purrs as loud as his little purrer can purr!
And Stephen likes to play. He is a rough-houser. Claude does not prefer that kind of play because she's a princess. He tries to be especially cute and engaging, but she just hisses and growls. Poor little Stephen.