THE 3-Ds IN UNISUN!

It's quite a rare treat (and feat) to get all three of my furbabies in one shot.  A couple of days ago, the sun was beating down gloriously.  They all came to roost on the deck for some sunbathing, and this is what I saw.

The sun was having fun making shadows everywhere!

It peeked out between the slats in the fence to make stripes on the snow.

And shadowed my kitties wherever they go.

Look at Dylan's shadow on the deck floor -- why it almost looks like Batman!

(Biggify for full effect)

The boys are getting sun-kissed and Domino's black fur is hot to the touch.

The shadow and light plays well off Domino's tuxy black and white!

The sun gives Dylan blond highlights.

And radiates fire through Dante's lynx tips!

Yes, indeed, Domino, Dylan and Dante (my 3-Ds) are something to behold -- each by themselves and together in uniSUN!  It's a triple delight!

TUXY TUESDAY WITH DOMINO: GOING WITH THE FLOW!

After the boys did their inspection, Domino did her own little turn before ending up on the bench, herself.

It's amazing to me how her every pose seems so fluid and balletic.  If she was a larger cat, you could call her statuesque, but she is petite and perfectly poised.

 Witness, the backward glance!

She's totally in step with herself.

Domino just flows from head to tail.

So, she goes with it!

A picture of Grace (even though her name is actually Domino)!

Whether in PURRofile ...

... or head-on, Domino's simply 'got it'!



MANCAT MONDAY WITH INSPECTOR DANTE AND INSPECTOR DYLAN!

It's Monday and the mancats are out in tandem checking out their territory as far as they can.  This involves sniffing around the front walkway, and the porch, including the benches and chairs.  After all, squirrels have been spotted, and with all the nuts that mama scattered about, they've left their scent just about efurrywhere!

Now it's up to the mancats to take up the trail.

Dante and Dylan team up to discuss their strategy.

"I'll go disaway", says Dante ...

... "an' yoo go dataway!  OK?"

Dylan sniffs out the bushes to see if they've been disturbed by alien PURResences (aka squirrels).

"Hmmm!  Sumfing smells different around here!"

Mama put breadcrumbs out for the birdies.

"An' it sure duzn't taste bad eider!"

You could stand to lay off the carbs, there, Dylan.

In the meantime, Dante is checking things out rather URNestly.

Dylan touches base with him (and the urn).

"More dan wun squirrel has defunitely been here", says Dylan, after sniffing the porch chair.

Dante confirms the diagnosis.

"OK, ware doo we go next?"

Dante's tail poofs out in anticipation.

Dylan decides to check out the front of the house, under the bay window.  "Dis winnow sure didunt keep dose squirrels at bay!", says he.

The scent trail sent Dylan this way -- towards the bench.

"Dis calls for a moar thorow investigashun!"

"I finks dey's been using our bench as a lunch cafeteria", deduces Dylan.

"An' dey doan even bodder to clean off dere crums!"

Meanwhile, Dante has been checking out the far side of the house.

He, too, is attracted to the bench.

Here, the scent is so strong that Dante is sure he has an iron-clad case.

Even though Dylan has already given his opinion, once again Dante is there to confirm it.

"Well, I fink we has done all dat we can, fur now", declares Dante.

"Eggcept for leavin' our own scent on da place", says Dylan and then he does just that!  He's on a roll after all.

Exhausted from their extensive investigations, the mancats have returned to home base.  Sometimes the job may be TEAdious, but somebody's gotta do it!  And my mancats always do the DE SCENT thing.

3-D SUNDAY SLURPEES!

It's Sunday, and the 3-Ds are all outside slurping up the fresh air!

Either that, or they're speaking in tongues and we just can't understand what they're saying.

By the way, whose tongue do you think is the longest?

TABBY TUESDAY WITH DYLAN: WHAT A NUT!

Dylan is enjoying some slightly warmer temPURRatures. 

So, he decides to take a stroll down the garden path.

He has to make sure efurrything's up to snuff (er, sniff)!

"Mama putted out dese nuts so I cud find mai way back", says Dylan. "But I really put them out for the squirrels", says Mama.

After many seconds (i.e., three), Dylan found his way to the bench.

It's been awhile since he could suss out the neighbourhood.

The fresh air makes Dylan yawn.  He's sitting in the same spot where one of our squirrel friends recently had a feast.

So he decides to have a little snack of his own.

There's nuttin' like a little toe jam for lunch.

Very satisfying -- and nootritious, too!

Maybe, he's not so nuts after all.