First Draft

Paul Drake had his first encounter with the pervert in the white coat aka our vet. He’s usually a confident cat, Jackson Galaxy would call him a “mojito cat.” He was nervous and none too pleased when the rectal thermometer went in. Who can blame him?

PD got a clean bill of health and weighed in at 16 lbs 6 ounces. He’s a big boy.

Here he is in his carrier:

I hope the post title got your attention. Willie Mac’s nickname was Stretch. Paul Drake knows from stretching too:

Here’s Paul Drake’s bliss face:

Della Street loves cold weather. Why? Space heaters. The other day, she demanded food way too early. I shut her up by turning on the space heater. So it goes.

Even by feline standards, Paul Drake is a creature of habit. This is his latest perch:

I really should not do back-to-back box posts but this picture is impossible to overlook:

I’m not the best photographer, which is why most of the pictures of our cats you see here were taken by Dr. A. I took this one of Paul Drake and it’s not half bad.

My friend Carolyn recently adopted a young black cat named Lillian. She has a bed that is best described as meta. Here are two views:

Paul Drake caught a lizard recently. I confiscated it from him and put Mr. Lizard on the porch. It scampered away.

I did not take a picture of PD’s triumph but Dr. A took this snapshot of him by her lab coat earlier the same day. I guess I could have called this post Dr. Lizard, but I like making Jim Morrison references so there you have it.

You say languid, I say liquid. Whatever you call it, Della Street is one relaxed cat in this picture. Note her pesky kid brother in the background:

In the interest of doing something different with a cat in box picture, here’s the view from above of Paul Drake in his natural habitat: a box.

It’s not much of an act but Della Street and Paul Drake *are* lounging  in this picture.