Shades of Cream, Tan and Brown
This past week, Catschka was given the freedom of the garden, under her human mom’s supervision. I got some pictures of her and of Her Ladyship as they frolicked (in Catschka’s case) and tried to get some rest (in Her Ladyship’s case).
Catschka, in a rare moment of rest, framed in greenery:
Her Ladyship likes to rest in the market basket... even when the market basket is being used for shrubbery clippings.
Her Ladyship likes to hide underneath my skirt. Here, she makes me look like I have a tail:
Catschka says, “Play with me!” Her Ladyship says: “I’ll stay right here, thank you very much.”