Good kitty, Bad kitty

The pink roses are from Don for our 42nd anniversary.

Our table set for Valentine's day.

Don worked on fixing Diane's sewing machine all afternoon. He is Mr. Fix-It and loves a challenge. he had to take it completely apart and bend something inside. He oiled it and greased it where needed and now it works perfectly. He's wonderful, isn't he? Today it was so nasty with rain/sleet.

Isn't Top Gun just the sweetest?

Everytime Don sits on the couch he runs over and stretches himself out on Don's legs. He will lay there as long as Don can sit. Good kitty!

Top Gun, however, has developed a very bad habit. When we are away he finds the highest ground he can and perches like a king. His latest throne is the library table in front of the back window. He was just sitting on the window sill, but lately has taken to pushing things aside on the table and laying just wherever he wants. Today I came into the room and there he was, the lamp almost tipped completly over and the picture and basket askew. Bad kitty!