The gray baby still hasn't found a home, so he continues to sleep in the cat house on the porch. John didn't want to name the cat, so he dubbed him "the gray baby." I think it's John's way of not wanting to get attached to this little guy.
Gray Baby looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I'm trying desperately to find him a good home.
Today's sun was a pleasant surprise. Chiseler heads toward his favorite patch of grass. There's still a bit of snow on the ground.
Chiseler emerges from his favorite play spot. From the looks of the landscape, you'd swear we lived in the desert. Although, we're right next to the river.