Foggy Schmoggy

One of the things dad says he loves about being back in western NC is the amazing fog. Now, I know I get excited about mundane things like, oh wait, I don't really get excited about anything. Nevermind. Anyway, the fog- dad likes to take pictures of it, and last weekend, while he & mom were hiking Two Sisters and a View Loop Trail in Montreat, snapped these. 

And here's the happy hikers harmoniously hamming it up at Rattlesnake Rock-

These last two are just from nearby. This was taken on the way to dad's work one recent morning,

and he took this one while out getting their morning beverages downtown a few weekends ago.

Pretty exciting, I know (insert yawn here). I'm buzzing with glee at these intoxicating shots (more yawns), but my favorite part is when they return from hiking.

Helping dad rest his weary post-hike legs

You gotta admit, these are much more titillating that that damn fog, no?

Dad says it looks like I'm smiling in this last one.

And why wouldn't I be? I'm in my happy place.

Scenes from you guessed it-

 My footrest. And another reluctant share. 

The hazy, hot days of summer bring out the sleeper in me.

Who am I kidding? This is me, whether the air conditioning is running or not. 

 For the record, mom routinely vacuums the footrest. Someone keeps putting fur, litter, etc. all over it. Can't imagine who. 

So mom and dad regularly go to PetSmart for my nutritional needs. Mom always heads to the CAT aisle, telling dad to go ahead and visit the adoptable kitties and she'll join him there. Since there was an adoption event taking place this past Saturday (no, sorry- this isn't a tale about them coming home with another one of me), there were extra cages set up, housing lots more kitties than usual. One, a tiny gingery tot, was extra playful with mom, ready to pounce, and playing peek-a-boo with her.

If you ask me, the only "cute" thing about this is that their furs nearly match.

Okay, Bye.

PillowTalk

 So, mom got over whatever had hold of her and, except for the occasional cough, is feeling better. About a week after my last post, dad decided he wanted some of the attention, so he caught a summer cold. He got over it within days, but then it seems to want to creep back up on him these past few days. I don't know about you humans. Plus, dad's had some real busy, early work days, which he's loving. Between that and the hiking they've been able to get back into, he says he's managed to drop 12-14 pounds since we moved back down here! Anyhoo, where was I? Oh yeah, this pillow thing. I think back when we were still up in PA we might've posted something about me sleeping between their pillows. Well, some habits are hard to break, I guess. This has become one of my most favorite snoozy spots.

Some days I just curl up here and spend pretty much the entire day snoring away in pure, dreamy kitty bliss.

Dad wanted to post one or two pictures, but I insisted on putting up all of them. As usual 'round here, the ladies' decisions win out. I mean, come on- how sweet is this?

One of his favorites, however, is this trail of my pawprints he captured one day.

See my tootsies up in the corner? And for the Grand Finale, mom caught this shot one morning, I think when dad was sick and he slept in, something he never does.

I must say, I should get the Most Adorable award for this one, no?