One kitten rules us all...

Birdwatching this morning.

Okay, it is clear now who is charge of the household: MISTRESS NAOMI!

Last night, Gordon and I were eating dinner in front of the boob tube after bringing Alex and Julius back from the vet (annual check-ups; all is well!) All of a sudden, Gordon squealed (in a manly way, of course) as Naomi scampered across the floor with the piece of chicken he had been about to put in his mouth. Futhermore, the FORK was still in the chicken Naomi was carrying! She just high-tailed it with chicken and fork, landed on the empty dog bed and tore into the meat, leaving a sauce stain on the bed cover (which I have since washed. Thanks for that extra chore, NAOMI!) Ubelievable. She's got nerve, as is further evidenced by the following photos taken this morning:

"Tra la la, look at me! Sandwiched between two huge dogs! The blonde one likes to growl at me, but I don't pay much attention. I guess that's why Mummy is always whisking me away from the big dumb dogs."



"Oh, a sleeping dog. I think I heard some proverb about letting sleeping dogs lie, but because I like to live on the edge, I will instead start gnawing on the sleeping dog's paw!" (Whereupon I removed her from Tristan's bed, before his patience ran out and he removed Naomi's head.)

To which Sophie says, "Please, please, put it back outside where you FOUND IT!!!"

And on a non-pet note, a drawing my friend's daughter left on my chalkboard:

I love kids's art. It's a caterpillar crawling up a flower.



All hail Naomi, Queen of the Universe!!!