Friday Cat Blogging:

This is more along the lines of what is strange rather than just pretty photographs. We lost a dearly beloved old cat last winter. And then our youngest cat, Squeaky, began to hang around on his grave. Not only that, but she began to take over his old role among the cats in the family. She guards the property, she guards me and she does all the things that I thought no cat would do once Black Kitty was gone. At any rate, I took these pictures of her one early spring evening.