The new shelves in the shed.

All Lilly approved and set up.

Super Model!

I was laughing my arse off the other day when I saw this.

Winnie has been setting up shots on the light table lately, and someone just had to get in on the act. The results aren't too bad either.

Little Kitty

This is our elusive outside cat. She is very shy and a little wild. I have always felt bad about having a cat live outdoors here, our native animals are very vulnerable to cats, dogs and foxes.
Although today I saw something that makes me think that having her outside isn't that bad. The blackbirds have been steeling her cat biscuits and they are not shy about it either. I was about two meters away when one came and helped herself. The funny thing was, so was Kitty. She just watched the bird with absolutely no interest. The blackbird just looked at both of us as if to say, "What? I'm eating here, what's the big deal?"
Once the bird had had it's fill, Kitty went back to eating.
That same bird shot around my feet a few weeks ago, when I was painting outside and gave me a telling off for being in her way when she was eating, she is getting really cheeky.

The elusive Kitty.

Old ladies like to sleep in.

Just some cute pics of Lilly. She is getting on a bit now, 17 years old this month. She likes getting up early to have her breakfast but when the rest of us are up she tends to go back to bed.

Not sure how much longer we will have her, she is starting to feel her age now and has trouble jumping up, but apart from that she is quite fit. After her lengthy sleep ins she tends to head out to the garden and sleep in the sun or under the wattle tree if it is hot.

The little brown dog.

My mum's dog, Tigger came to stay with us for a week and it was really nice to have a dog in the house again. He is getting on a bit now and found our front steps a challenge, but otherwise he settled in okay and I think he had a fairly relaxing time  with us. Lilly didn't seem to mind him at all.

One of the only problems we had with him was that he blended into our floor too well and liked sleeping right in the middle of walkways.

We have missed him this week and Winnie is still tripping over imaginary dogs on the kitchen floor.