Our newest feline, Mingo, who lived in our yard for six months while Daddy bonded with him. Now he's an indoor/outdoor cat, with an emphasis on the former during this cold, cold weather.
Mingo, looking adorable. Cats have evolved to do that. That's why they snuggle up in boxes. (It's science, I tell you.)
Mingo again, looking imperious in front of the new cat window. ("It's mine. MINE!") Mingo has an inverted eyelid condition but is otherwise quite healthy. And quite smart. Meet my best buddy.
In our back yard--subtle signs that winter is approaching. When you've lived in the country for a while, you can sort of sense these things.
Arlo in a "His Master's Voice" pose next to our ceramic tree atop the TV stand. (Actually, the TV's up on the wall, safe from, um, territorial marking.)