At breakfast Sherry and I were talking and all of a sudden as she looked out the window she asked, “Is that a Gardenia? That bush bloomed in the Spring, it was covered!”
Sure enough it was one lonely but determined flower. Sherry loves them, and they do have a great scent to them.
That is all I had to say, well at the same time I walked down and our family of Ferals were in the drive.
The two large ones are a male and female from Stormy Daniels. Tom is either the daddy or uncle. I like to think the daddy is an orange Tom somewhere, and Tom is the uncle. The kitties sure do like him.
One of the yellow ones is Tommy Tom who hitched a ride to Lenoir a month or so ago. Cats don't pose for me.