Wordless Wednesday, April 17
Ludwig’s Monday window.
Downtown Port Townsend, taken last week.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I have one tulip blooming among the iris and squill. Yellow on green and blue, a color feast.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
The rhododendrons are starting up, especially the red ones! Glorious!
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I got Sol Duc and Elwha as very small kittens, 2 pounds and 1.7 pounds, in fall 2021.


These are from September of 2022. Siblings and bunk beds.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: pets!
It is not summer, but my magnolia is nearly done blooming for this year.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I am Elwha, cat.
This two weeks has been stressful, with confusing changes. Mother comes home daily with smells of another cat. About a month ago she began rushing around and moving many things. Sol Duc and I were locked out of a room on the main floor and then out of a room on the lower floor. Then Mother continued to hurry and she even washed some of the rocks. Why would she wash rocks? We were concerned.
Then people came. Three people. One was large and he chased me! His name is Trey, he is loud, he knows my name! I ran!. Mother would pick me up and she even handed me to him. Then he was very nice and less loud and patted my belly appropriately, but after he put me down, I still did not like when he would chase me with loud noises!

There is a small female person and a less small female person, Joanne and Camille. They both held me but they are quieter and did not chase me. Trey and Joanne stayed in one of the shut rooms and Camille in the other! We asked to investigate, but were refused. This is confusing. They left after two nights, gone! Mother seemed to enjoy them very much. Trey called me “cat brother” but I am not so sure.
Mother still smells of the other cat. Daily! She left for three nights and Dennis came in. He does not stay for the night, but he is good. We miss Mother.
Mother came back, but today was more frightening. She put on our harnesses for outdoors and we went in the carriers. But instead of letting us out when we got outside, we went in the car! Then we slid forward once. Mother said, “I was trying not to hit a deer, sorry.” We cried, Sol Duc and me. Mother brought the carriers into a place with many frightened animal smells. Another woman took the top off my carrier. She and Mother talked, a lot. She gave me two shots. I let her. She let me get off the metal table. I got in the carrier with my sister. It is very small but if we squeeze together, we both fit. The other woman laughed and said, “I can’t believe they both fit in there.”
Mother put us both in the bigger carrier and brought us home. We are very very happy to be home.
BLIND WILDERNESS
in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
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