If ever there was a day I ought to have had my camera with me, it was today. Cold, frosty, and gorgeous sunshine. This morning, as I crossed the bridge into Oregon (from the Glen Jackson bridge), I really wished I had had my camera to get a picture of Mt. Hood. I suppose it was safer for the drivers around me that I didn't have my camera. Still. I wished it.
Instead, I have far less beautiful but definitely more sentimental pictures for today:
The cats of the Family Farm.
This is Tux, ridiculously friendly and believes with all his heart that he should be a house cat. We'll never have a house cat, nor will my parents. For one thing, out here in semi-rural land, cats are a necessity to catch the mice. They can't be lazing around in the house; they have to be working. For another thing, I don't like cat hair on my clothes. But most importantly, Jason is really, very, absolutely, positively, life-alteringly allergic to cats. If I wanted to do some serious damage to my husband, I could lock him in a room with a cat that's been slathered with peanut butter and then dipped in a vat of dust, grass, and pollen. It'd be the end of him.
It'd probably be the end of me too when faced with the prospect of having to clean up that messy cat.
Tux is the only one who takes issue with his outdoor living arrangements.
Taffy, on the other hand, rather likes being outside. And judging from her antics outside my window last night, she wants the whole world to know it.
She's not winning any awards for her swan song, that's for sure.
Occasionally, Taffy lets the girls pick her up, even though she doesn't much care for kids.
Kitties don't shake hands! Kitties gotta hug!
It's a real mystery why Taffy usually runs away from the girls. They are so affectionate with her.
Fortunately, Tux is less skittery, and as long as no one minds him nibbling on their fingers or the fact that he has too many toes, he's a good cat. We've tried to tell him not to be so friendly otherwise the coyotes will get him, but he doesn't listen. Instead we have to lock the cats up on nights where the moon is full. It's the most we can do for them.
Hopefully we can keep these two around--along with Four who is too skittery to be photographed.
She's looking serious, but really, she's a big fan of the farm cats even if they do make her daddy sneeze.