And then there were two...

I think the other one should be named Frank.

Yay for "in the yard" wildlife, Caps!

COOL!!

Now you have to name them. How about you call them the dinner sisters; Christmas and Thanksgiving.

One of them is Gladys, hence Gladii.

Gladys and Henry. Yep. That's it.

I appreciate the suggestions. But, I'm pretty sure they're both hens.

Ok. I can work with that.

Gladys and Henrietta. Done and done.

In other pet news, our cat Oscar went missing about two days ago. I went around the neighborhood and nothing. I fear a coyote or fisher cat got him. But I've never seen any of those.

Anyway, come home Oscar, old buddy.

Oh This makes me very very sad. I hope he comes home soon!!

When I got home from Aspen, one cat was missing. They aren't allowed outside without us and Diego always gets pissy after having to stay inside so many days in a row. Well, this time he jumped off the second floor balcony. I get home at midnight and he is NOWHERE and Belle is frantic running around crying for him. Long story short - he came in finally around 2AM. So freakin stressful!

What a beautiful cat. Hope he comes home soon Caps.

Mine will sometimes stay gone for a couple of days. Well, Peannie does anyway. Diesel usually shows up as soon as it gets dark.

Hope he comes home soon.

I feel like he's not coming back.

He was a good cat.

A hunter. Whether it was bugs, flies or chipmunks. He would stalk and pounce. Make the kill with little effort. Flies were the best. He would sit and figure out the fly's pattern, and then just set up in a spot. Wait for it. Swat. Eat. done.

Goodbye, Oscar. You earned your keep.

That sucks.

Hey, I found some Toms for your lady birds. There were a bunch of them in the macadamia nut trees this afternoon.

I hope Oscar comes home! Hopefully he suprises you in a few days. Check around the yard really well (sheds and stuff). I had a cat who got hurt and hid out in the shed in the backyard.

Those Toms are awesome!

Thanks, Ginny. I have.

the Oscar news makes me sad.

I'm hoping for the best and that he's just roaming for a bit.

The odds were against it, but my parents had a cat that came back after being missing for about two weeks. It had its' front claws declawed, so we were all sure she had fallen prey to a wild animal. Here's to hoping you have a similar situation.