Our Grandkitten

Celo the kitten has also come to visit us, along with his parents. He must be kept away from the dogs who believe in their deepest heart of hearts that they are the only True Animals in the world and if give half a chance, would cheerfully prove this fact by eliminating the threat which Celo presents to this theory.
Since we are all in need of a baby around here (Lily's not due until March), Celo is a joyous little representation of all things baby. Right now he has the run of the Glen Den where Jessie and Vergil and Mr. Moon are playing various Wii games and the dogs have been denied entrance which they are taking with great and stoic resignation. Since the odor of baking venison and bacon fill the air, the smell of cat is not that big a deal anyway.

Although the picture above makes the little man-cat look quite manly, in all actuality, the man-parts which used to reside in those tiny furry sacs have recently been removed. Poor Celo. Oh well. It is the right thing to do.

I have been in the kitchen, adding this and that to the meat in the oven, cutting up collards and onions and tomatoes and cucumbers and cooking field peas. I realize that I am using the same ingredients over and over again- vinegars and soy sauces and tomatoes and peppers and onions and olive oil. I suppose this will be what we might call a "theme" meal. Plus, a lot of it is LOCAL!

Here is a picture of Celo, curled up in a Mr. Moon Family antiquity on the hearth. I believe it may be a child's chamber potty.

I know it's ridiculous, but I can't stop taking pictures of the cuteness which is kitten.

Ah well. As Hank says, half of all internet usage is for porn and the other half is for kittens.

I am only doing my part.

Don't hold your breath for the porn. Jessie's booty is as close as you're likely to see here at Bless Our Hearts and for that, you may thank me.