In which I embrace my inner crazy cat lady

But he usually looks like he’s smiling:

And then there are the “balcony kittens”. Dharma had her kittens on the balcony just before we went to New Orleans and they resided peacefully up there in a laundry basket. Until they decided to explore the greater world. I saw the first one climb out. I wasn’t sure what to do with them. The two moms aren’t great friends so I didn’t think putting them all together in the laundry room would be a great idea. Plus, Dharma was afraid of Shiloh since she’d never been around a dog before. That’s why she was pretty much living on the balcony and had the kittens there in the first place. I thought about moving them to the front porch but again, since Dharma was afraid of Shiloh and that’s where he hangs out most of the time, I just wasn’t sure how that would work.

David and I talked it over and he convinced me that they wouldn’t be so stupid as to fall off the balcony. Well, I can’t say I was totally convinced but I did make him promise to handle whatever happened as a result of this laissez-faire approach to kitten rearing.

And then it happened. I checked on the kittens early Sunday morning and one was missing! I told David and he went downstairs to see what happened. I feared the worst. But in just a minute he came back upstairs holding a perfectly fine kitten. He had found it asleep on Shiloh on the front porch. We are guessing that it scrambled down one of the vine-covered stone pillars but when it couldn’t go back up, decided to make the best of things with the sweetest dog on the planet.

So now they are living on the front porch. The kittens adore Shiloh so their mama decided he must be okay. I occasionally see them nose to nose, even. He hasn’t *quite* won over Berkeley, Dharma’s brother who is the only other cat here who had never seen a dog before Shiloh, but he’s getting close.

Now tell me that isn’t just the sweetest little face: