I am taking my own, sweet time updating my blog with recent pictures of my fuzzy kids, aren’t I? It is truly a wonder that there are any photos to post at all, since I have spent a ginormous amount of time in front of Photoshop editing hundreds of cast photos for the Disco Bay community theatre’s performance of Seussical, which I believe I have mentioned before. Oh, I intentionally spelled theater incorrect, everyone spells things wrong over here (sort of).

Anyway, I have drifted off the subject of picture of kids…when don’t I digress? really? So, here is Francois in all of his orange kitty glory sitting on our step ladder where frequently he may be found:

EDITED TO ADD: It is hard to believe that 9 years ago he was a flea-ridden, stray kitten (sort of) and that he nearly died in front of my house. He has one hell of a story, I believe most stray animals do…even if we aren’t familiar with it. Someday, I shall tell the story of how the (not so) little orange kitty came into my life. It has a lot of components and is by no means a short story. It involves fleas, at least two other strays, scaring (or perhaps scarring) an old man, a near-brawl on the sidewalk in front of my house, and (like any good story) the cops intervening. Seriously, he came into my life sliding in sideways to say the least.  Drama used to be attracted to me, much less so these days.

He is such a handsome little boy, although I am admittedly quite partial.

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