Sox and Garfield

The weather has been really hot or, like today, soggy and gray, so most of my photos are of my garden or the surrounding public gardens. I am waiting with bated breath for our upcoming holiday or two--the first in less than two weeks--for fresh and different photos. So, until then, here are photos of our two kitties. 

Garfield is a unique kitty that eats any kind of human food including potato chips, That leads me to assume he had a good life with good care before he was found on the street and taken to the shelter. I'm not sure how old he is but he's at least five years old. We think his sight and hearing are failing but his sense of smell is fine. He has a wonky back let that gently thumps when he walks, but it hasn't stopped him from catching birds and baby rabbits! He doesn't mind Hubby holding him any ol' way at all and that keeps both of them happy.

Sox is almost a year old. She likes attention and hops up on the table every morning for me to stroke her while I wait for the kettle to boil for coffee. Sometimes, she will just flop down halfway on me and fall asleep.  We didn't know she could meow for several days and when she did, it was the tiniest little sound! She's so quiet, you have to touch her to hear feel that she is purring. Her main catches so far have been moths and baby birds but I think she's getting the hang of hunting.

They seem to get along fine. I think that has a lot to do with bringing them into the house together so neither has any territory angst. Sox instigates some hit-and-run play and Garfield keep up with her when he feels like it. If Sox interrupts Garfield's nap, they will have a pretend fight, slapping at each other with one paw then lick each other a while and go to sleep. 

Life is good.