Stoned Cats

Not much to report these days. The lazy, hazy days of summer are upon us, and Itchy has taken to lying in and around the catnip every day. Whenever he comes in for dinner, he acts very out of character and starts rolling all over the ground and trying to eat our feet. I told him he has a problem, and his response was, "Meow," which I interpret to mean, "Hey man, I can stop any time I want!"

In the meantime, Scratchy is in search of the best shady spot in the garden. Sometimes it's under the shed, sometimes it's by the pond. But when he's inside, he likes to go under the chairs that have skirts to hide from the sun (and his annoying brother).

I took this picture of Scratchy the other day...I think I thought at the time that one leg was a hind leg, and the other is a front leg, so you can only imagine what position I thought he had contorted himself into. But now that I'm looking more closely, it just looks like those are two front legs. Well, you get the idea, anyway.