I always have such good intentions to post on this blog in a somewhat regular manner and then life happens and I just forget to do it. I really do mean to, honest.
My cutie patootie baby boy, LeRoy. He looks so sad in this pic, but he is really my little bundle of happy
New baby chicks, to replace the ones that some wild critter got. I was so sad about that, and angry also.
The little sleeping princess, oops, excuse me I mean the little QUEEN. She is 17 years old so she can sleep any time and place that she wants to. When she was just a kitten Dale would carry her upstairs to bed each night on her throne. It was the funniest thing to see. Erica would just sit regally on the cat scratcher pad which we called her throne and let Dale carry her upstairs. Silly cat and hubby.