Little Wry, Royce and Toast Ed were all snug and warm on the couch, enjoying each other's company. 
Little Wry was overcome with an innocent, sweet, expression. This is when a toddler is at his most dangerous.
Suddenly, little Wry jumps up and kicks Dad... well, you know. Dad screams.
Now little Wry drops down with his knee. Royce is worried, but holds his ground.
Wry is very pleased. Royce ponders his own safety. Toast Ed squeaks out a few high notes.
I looked out my front window and was surprised to see that there was a tiny cow out in the yard, grazing on the grass. A really tiny cow. The tiniest cow that I had ever seen. I went out to investigate.
Why, it was not a cow at all! It was Juniper! That must mean that Nabysko was nearby.
Little Wry spotter Juniper, too, and skedadeled over. He was surprised. Wry does not see Juniper often.
"H'mmm," Wry contemplated. He seemed to wonder if she was safe to pet.
Nabysko appeared and gave Juniper a pet. This gave Wry confidence. He reached out to do the same.
Wry gives Juniper a pet.
Juniper escapes to the Escape.
Juniper poses by Nabysko's Cavalier.
From inside the front room, Martigne looks out the window. She is jealous. She wants to be out there, too.
Soon, the action moves to the back yard.
Juniper spots a bumble bee.
Juniper does some more grazing.
Toast Ed made this pile after the snow melted. We are waiting until the snow falls again and then we will burn it. Juniper decides to climb it.
Wry discovers that Juniper has climbed up the rubbish pile.
His dad gives Wry a boost so that he can better see. Juniper decides to leave.
Down Juniper goes.
But soon, she climbs right back up. That's because she can see the entire world from up there. Juniper believes that the entire world belongs to her.
Tryskuit and Charlie came to visit Sunday. Late in the evening, they went out to pick blueberries. A bit later, I went looking for them. This is how I found them.
Tryskuit got bit by a mosquito.
There really weren't that many berries. This is because little Wry and Toast Ed had already made a few trips through here, picking and eating all the berries they could.
Speaking of Toast Ed and Wry - here they come, with that giant, strange looking cat, Muzzy!
Now it's Wry, Royce and Muzzy! I wonder if they will find more berries?
No, but Wry finds grass, going to seed.
Royce gets up and heads to a spot where he thinks the grass will be taller.
Wry follows, then sits down beside him.
Sure enough, the grass is taller.
Wry reaches for the grass.
Wry studies the grass.
Wry uses Royce for a pillow.
Wry suddenly notices a beautiful cloud, passing overhead in the deep, blue, sky. He points it out to Royce, who does not care. But Royce does care about the boy. Royce loves the boy.
Ah, yes. A magic moment, one that will last forever.
Do not expect any good photography or clever stories from me tonight, folks. I am drained and exhausted and it is all I can do to make a post at all - but I feel I must post just so you will know that Grahamn Kracker is keeping this blog alive. Those of you who visit the blog in the parallel universe already know what we have been through here since Sunflower fell and hurt herself.
And here is Royce, getting a drink. I know some of you will be greatly concerned to see such a picture and will want to admonish me to keep him indoors and serve him only the cleanest of water, but Royce is at least 15 years old now, maybe sixteen and he has lived this way all of his life.
Royce walks away from his reflection.
Oh, my! The accident had not yet happened when I took this picture. We had just gotten up and the day was pleasant and we thought that it would remain so. It did not.
Pistol-Yero at 1:07 in the afternoon.
Little Wry Kracker and Muzzy, the strangest looking of all the Kracker cats.
Oh no! This picture got in here twice! Well, I am too lazy to go to html and take it out. That's how exhausted.
Oh, my! They really are exhausted.
And so am I. What would I do, without Jim to help get me through such moments?
This evening, as the clock neared 9:00 PM, I looked out the window and this is what I saw. So I went out there.
Wry is very young and Royce is growing old. It is inevitable that he will leave us while Wry is still in his formative years. Do you think Wry will remember Royce?
He will have many pictures to remind him, or to tell him of Royce, if the memories are simply not there. I hope he remembers him, though. Royce has been a most special cat to Wry. They have a unique relationship, this young toddler and this old cat.
Very early this morning, Easter Sunday, at about 1:00 AM, Wry came home with his parents after spending more than a week in Arizona and New Mexico. Sunflower was over joyed to see him... but... someone else was eagerly waiting to greet him...
Royce, of course. Oh, what a happy reunion - Kalib and Royce.
The two then went into the bedroom of Toast Ed and Prickly Pear Blossom, where Wry was reunited with Muzzy as well.
Royce, Wry, Muzzy and so on.
Then, after everybody got some sleep, it was time to hunt Easter eggs. Royce led the way.
He kept leading even as Wry plucked eggs off the ground.
Wry and Royce, hunting eggs.
Charlie came out with Tryskuit, and played a lullaby for Royce, who then drifted off into peaceful sleep.
Juniper came out with Nabysko, but she was not happy.
She was pretty, though, and mighty cute.
Royce and Chicago resumed their nap.
