This summer continues to be beautiful. Not to hot, very little rain. And presently we have a houseguest. He is orange and fat and really, just a kitten still.
Meet Thorin. I call him Gimli because he looks like a Gimli and not a Thorin.
This cat is insane. Insane. He runs and runs and runs and runs. I open the fridge, he's there trying to climb in. I open closets and cupboards, he's there trying to climb in. I open the washing machine. Yes, he's there trying to get in. When not trying to get into things he runs. No destination. Just running. Because he can. Because he wants to. My son has been camping so we looked after his hyperactive cat but he's picking him up and taking him home in Victoria tomorrow.
He and Norbert sort of get along. They watch birds together.
Here he is sitting behind the curtain on a sunny day "talking" to a cat picture frame. Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that he's not very smart.
Good lord. I just did a post about cats. This is the reason I am not blogging.
That is it for now. Time to go outside and stake up some Gladiolus.
Oh. I have one piece of news. I have now lost 30 pounds. Only took me a year. 10 more to go.