I've saved the best for last, and it's a picture heavy post. I'm a cat mom, and my baby is a half-crazed calico named Zoe. She'll be eight next month and keeps me very entertained. As I'm writing this on Tuesday afternoon she's in the front flowerbed drinking out of the bird bath.
She's adorable, but not very bright. Poor thing can get stuck in a tree faster than you can say bob's your uncle. She misses me when I leave, sometimes wants to go to work with me, and one of her favorite places to sleep is snuggled up with me.
When I got her when she was about six weeks old she could sit in the palm of my hand. Now she weights 12 pounds...
She was not impressed with all the snow we had this year. Almost six inches!
Guarding us from the Weeping Angel afghan. It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.