Six Word Sunday

In the tradition of Ernest Hemingway, who was once challenged to write a short story in six words.

His six-word story was:  "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."

Each week I will choose a theme. It is your mission, if you choose to accept it, to meet that challenge in six words, no more, no less.

If you like, you may illustrate with a photo, or not.

Punctuation will be your biggest ally.

If you decide to play, please link back to this post, and leave the link to your post in comments here.
If you don't want to create your own post, you can write your six-word story in my comments.

The Theme:

Cats

Rescued ones make very loving pets.

Thank you for playing.

A stroll through my gardens

I'm planning to add annuals inside the pots this weekend.

And now the veggies....

Nothin' but cats

Judy at Split in Two requested new pictures of Sassy Clementine. She is growing up fast. Shortly after she came to live with us at about 3 months of age, she had her first estrus, so she was spayed forthwith. She's full of spit and vinegar and pretty much tortures the other cats and Lucy the dog as well. She loves playing outside and finds everything a huge adventure.

Here she is on the basement stairs.

Stalking a stray bug or what-not.

Sassy with her favorite playmate, Frankie, in the flower bed.

Resting after a wrestling match.

I love her coloring. And her fur is so, so soft...like rabbit fur.

Doesn't she look lovely in the evening sun?

Frankie is a sweet, sweet boy, but he gives Sassy a run for her money.

Tobey is my fat boy who lives to love. And he's an expert mouser.

Being half Siamese, Frankie's eyes are cutely crossed. He does have a slight vision problem though. He loves to give me lots of sweet kisses.

Did I save her?

Or just prolong her eventual death? I found her on the basement stairs with the cats hovering over her. I don't know if her feathers were wet from the rain or a cat's mouth. Damn cats. They were put inside on house arrest and will remain there. I held the hummingbird in my hand for a long time to warm her. Her heart is beating strongly and I'm hoping that she is waiting for her feathers to dry enough to be able to fly. It's been about ninety minutes since I found her. She opens her eyes and flutters her wings as if to fly away when I touch her, but stays where I put her. Time will tell, I suppose. Damn cats.

 

 

Update: She didn't make it.