Forget the cat: I myself would love a realistic tree with a hammock in my living room. And a living room big enough to HAVE a tree and hammock!
So do I.
Cookie the dog, looking unimpressed with his St. Patrick’s day bandana. He stood completely still until we took it off.
I may be a little too fond of my phone’s slow-motion video functionality; here’s something that took six minutes to shoot, but takes 35 minutes to watch…
Did the cat take a selfie?
No, he’s not smart enough for that. Just a sweet, simple, large cat. He comes up to me at breakfast, reach up and tap me for pets and ear scritches.
This is just what he wants you to think.
Leave the phone on a table …
The first one is displaying a cool hipster beard. I wish I could have a beard like this one.
Very good pictures!
I have a reading chair next to my standing desk, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to use it. They have a lovely cat tree with views out the window of all the birdies nesting in our saguaro, but they’re no longer interested unless I camp out on the chair.
Reminds me of the HUGE dog bed for our girl…
Apparently, her paw was the only thing that needed a bed.
Such lovely little dinosaurs! We’re likely going to finally order some chicks this spring. We’ve had a license for years, but never felt urgency until this spring.
Guess we’d best get on with trapping that trash panda who took up residence under the deck this winter!
@bprivatti I’ll post some more recent shots of the bearded hens. Seems that some breeds get the red facial furnishings, and some get a kind of sideways beard that grows more out than down. (It’s more apparent now, as both of those photos are from July, 2018.)
Also, you should see my PlagueBeard®; it is significantly less attractive than what that hen is sporting.
@IronEdithKidd I cannot recommend them highly enough IF you have an appropriate setting. Now that I’m familiar with them, I cannot imagine having them in any sort of urban or suburban setting.
Ours are free range (but with a separate nighttime coop for each half of the flock) and have zero sense of property lines, cars, or anything else that would make them even remotely tolerable in a less farm-like setting. (Though they are slowly starting to gain respect for the horses; one got stepped on during feeding time a few weeks ago; we thought she was a goner, but she’s fine. We named her Patty.)
They are also not exactly quiet, though none of the roosters have yet started doing the stereotypical sunrise thing. But the boys (added as part of Operation BBC) are less than six months old, so that could still manifest.
And here is everybody’s favorite elder god keeping an eye on the big scary animals from a safe distance.
A neighbor behind us has had birds for at least 5 years. They’re a bit more free range than some of the neighbors would like. (A fence went up last summer, and I’d be unsurprised if another goes up this summer.) They do nothing to deter trash pandas, near as I can tell, but still have their allotted 4. 
