Hiking’s the new bloodsport

I promised Coco I would stay home today…do you think she would mind if I also stayed in my pajama’s all day?

I went to see Mama this past week and she is doing great! As usual, she calls all the male nurses and doctor’s handsome and if I didn’t know better I would say she was even flirting a bit. To my relief she has also recruited an uncle to take Coco while we are away in Canada next month. Seems that no animal motel is good enough for her grandbaby and she insisted that she would make other arrangements. Zio Aldo also adores Coco and has had Persians in the past so I’m feeling pretty comfortable with the set-up myself, although I would still like to inspect his apartment for “kitty hazards” just the same…

It’s a lazy, hazy Spring Sunday and napping is definitely in my future plans. Yesterday I went on another hike and this time we couldn’t find the trail! As we wandered aimlessly in the thick brush I was starting to see that hiking was becoming a blood sport as the thorns showed no mercy on my bare legs. In the pic below I’m the one wearing shorts with a stupid expression on my face.

We were on our way to St. Agata but the trail eluded us but not to be disappointed we ventured onto another few hamlets nearby…


Hamlet of Costa

He didn't know the way either!

and then we had to contend with the wildlife (warning, rated R)…

Are they fighting or...!

About lmarmstrong66

I'm a blogger, painter, writer, singer. For the love of all things in nature and creativity.
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