V: Inside, Outside

 

Inside

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Cats are such connoisseurs of comfort!  These sweet boys were rescued from a plastic bag in a trash dumpster!  They had five littermates who thankfully have all found homes!  Someone’s “trash” is another’s treasure.  My grandkids are really enjoying the new kitties!

 

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Such a little imp!

 

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Always into something!

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Outside

The big rescue dog, Cowboy, always watchful and protective.

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Barn kitty, Pumpkin,  is checking out the coop!

 

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Free Range Chickens lay tasty eggs!  Perhaps they think the gazing ball is a huge egg!

 

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Cowgirl in training!

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  Have a great week!

V

Comments

Vee said…
She is so cute...that imp! Love the photo of her crawling through the end table and then talking with the animals. What a life!
November 12, 2012 at 7:30 AM
KathyB. said…
Life looks like so much fun around your place, and the impish smile tells me it is !
November 14, 2012 at 5:29 AM
I Wonder Wye said…
Looks like that kitty lives in hope! Great photos. Your little imp is a doll. And YES garlic in those cheese grits is a must! I shall try the jalapeños in the pickled eggs. Your son sounds like a creative cook.
November 14, 2012 at 11:51 PM
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