Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Gray Baby

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.

~ Chiseler heading home ~


Heather said...

He is such a cutie. I wish I could adopt him but my cat is 9 and set in his ways and I don’t think he would tolerate a new friend. I am lucky he tolerates any of us. I hope the kitty finds a good home.

Unknown said...

He's a beautiful cat Liz, hope he finds a good home soon!


Crystal said...

It may be too late for you. You have given "gray baby" a name and since you have done that....oh well, you know my story about Olivia! :-)