Happy Friday my dear precious fellows.

Mudhouse of wasps on my rooftop. This one is quite old. Maybe from time unknown. Planet earth home to all life. 🌲🏵🌹🌳🥀🌴🌱💮🌸🌷

My cat Alex had two kittens last week. She delivered them at an unknown place but then brought them home yesterday.

These lovely softballs reduce the stress about life. The black kitten absolutely hates my touch. But the white one lets me touch him and then observes me closely. At this point black one calls him back ( stupid come back she is not mom ) then the white one protests. And I let him go

They have strict lifeguard policies. They trust me more when their mom is around me and if I pick them up in the presence of their mom, they are quiet. Years of keeping cats made me understand them. Now I can write a book about their behavior. 😄🥰🤩💓👶👶🐈🐈🐈

Happy Monday My dear kind WordPress neighbours. 😁😄

Touching the tail is a big offense for my cats. Grandma Alex and grandson Ambrie are in this video. Ambry will touch everything that moves, not his fault, just an instinct. Grandma should know. The same thing Alex did with her mother Sophie years back and Sophie spanked Alex. When instinct rules, lessons are never learned. To learn a lesson we need bigger brains than our instincts. My cats had the power to change me. I learned selfless service, humbleness, patience, and accepting a sense of loss and grief when anyone of my cat died. I adopted cats in 2018.