Moxie has decided that Kona's bed pad -whatever we put down on his frame- is an alternate toilet for her. So we've been leaving it bare for the last couple weeks. The fabric is slung above the floor so it provides some padding, but Kona's decided the sofa is better.
Now, he's not allowed on the furniture, but I gotta admit he's pretty cute. And he's trying not to take up TOO much space.
The eye-shine from the flash is just a Halloween bonus.
Zeke died four years ago this past Saturday. I suppose the fact that I wasn't moved to post this immediately is a sign that the grief is not so intense any more. Kona and Moxie are both doing well, and hopefully will be with us for a long time yet.
She's very comfortable with herself.
Moved the rope to the apple tree in anticipation of tearing down the jungle gym.