I believe I have stated that although they romp in the yard, squirrels don't come to our feeders.
...and then he ran away. I love how I keep catching them in mid-stride. Cute little buggers.
Lulu has a new home. I think we have become a foster home for dogs. We find them, clean them up and send them to a home with more time and energy. We have plenty of love for dogs, but Nellie takes up plenty of space, and we love her like she's five dogs.
We do have space for another cat.
Meet the newest Williams. She doesn't have a name (the shelter had called her Sugar Plum, but that's a long name for a cat who isn't going to respond to it anyway).
She is a one year old Flame Point Ragdoll. These types of cats mature slowly, so she will probably look different in the next few years. We welcomed her yesterday after her spaying. She has a very melodic meow. If a flute could say "meow", that's what she sounds like.
Nellie likes her. And she likes Nellie. When they first met, she did a love-rub against Nellie's face. That's my kind of cat.