|Manny has scaled Mount Refridge|
|"Chili" not sitting still for a photo|
|Um...yeah, this is what most of|
my photos look like...
This is the best I have done so far! As I arrive home after the sun has set, and I leave again when it's just gotten up, the lighting STINKS for photographing black furrs. And they are on the MOVE constantly, plus when I get near with my phone, they headbunt me and lick my fingers. Or, they lay all over me and purr, and how can I make a good image of that?
As for Angel, she's doing sorta okay. The Hubby isn't keen on her constant hissing and growling, but it's getting less every day. I tell him to remember that she's had run of the place for over 13 years, and now these noisy, nosy teenagers get all up in her grill so FAST; I'd growl too! But, there is no angry stuff, no fluff suits, no whapping or charging. And it's only been four whole days...
Manny will forever be Manny, but we are still on the fence with his brother's name. We've switched to Chili, however that doesn't seem quite right either. Heck, I've called him Buster Brown enough times to make THAT his name! (Actually, I say "I love you!" in his soft fur so often, he may start responding to it!)