WE HAVE BEEN ADOPTED

....by a cat. This is true - in our apartment in Sayulita there is a cat - sort of no one's cat - and apparently the last guests named her Phoebe. (This is fun because Lili has a very good friend also called Phoebe).

Good morning! Here is Lili at the crack of dawn and Phoebe is already rummaging in our kitchen in search of a gourmet breakfast. (Note Lili's brand new horse tattoo on the left arm). 

Good morning! Here is Lili at the crack of dawn and Phoebe is already rummaging in our kitchen in search of a gourmet breakfast. (Note Lili's brand new horse tattoo on the left arm). 

Now Phoebe the cat rules the place here. She jumps on the counters in our awesome outdoor kitchen searching for food, and moans very loudly outside our bedroom in the morning reminding us of our duty to provide her breakfast. And she would eat all day, thank you very much.

 

Quick cuddles. 

Quick cuddles. 

Feeding time. We went to the vet office here in Sayulita and bought a couple of cans of cat food. It was chicken with rice. Phoebe sure likes it.

Feeding time. We went to the vet office here in Sayulita and bought a couple of cans of cat food. It was chicken with rice. Phoebe sure likes it.

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Looking at the garbage can with wishful eyes - the empty cat food jar is in there. Who knows what kind of theories a young cat brain can create out of that?

Breakfast buddies. 

Breakfast buddies. 

And this spoon is mine. 

And this spoon is mine.