Not a diary. Not even close. The diary police, they will undoubtedly come along and ticket me. Such is life.
All four:
Tiger stripe in Jennifer's hand:
Close up of dinsky toes:
Close up black face:
Orange tom next to crayon:
Orange tom about to cry:
Midnight comforting orange tom:
And one of mama:
Oh, and these fellows live around the way from where I work. They're perfectly safe - all windows down, sitting outside the grocery store, waiting for mom to get back.