Ahoy Mate!

Celica says:

Back last fall, the slaves thought it would be fun to put me in their boat. They have a sad little boat that has been used for many things over its long life - mostly for fishing I think. Anyway, now it's only used for the slaves to row around the bay when they take pictures. They keep telling me I would like it.
I don't think so!!!

But I did let them put me in it as long as no water was involved.

I was patient, but then I saw another chipmunk and I had to get out....

Gotcha!

Well, she finally caught one. The little chippie never had a chance.
You can just see his little leg and tail hanging out of her mouth.

But not to worry. She dropped him and off he went to taunt her another day.

Summer is fun

Celica says:

When summer comes, we go to the cottage and I get to hunt outside. The slaves watch pretty closely, and that's how they can take pictures.

At the back of the cottage they are making a rock garden and a chipmunk lives there. Here I am stalking the little rodent.

Sometimes we call a truce and pretend we're ignoring each other.

Winter is boring

Celica says:

Winter is almost over. I'm so glad. It's boring.

Here are some pictures of me trying to find something interesting to do in the snow.

HAPPY SPRING

Celica says:

It's spring!!!!

Going outside is so much more fun in the spring. 

The slaves will be relieved - I might stop getting into so much mischief inside if I can go outside and have fun more often.

Boats

Celica says:
This past summer a big blue boat was parked at my cottage most of the time. Its name is Blue Ray. I decided that I should be its caretaker, so every day I demanded to be let out to do my boat check. Do you see me? I'm in every picture right up by the windshield.

Thinking outside the box

Celica says:

No, I never do that. I'm always inside my box. Well almost all of me is inside the box. Sometimes my tail or my foot hangs out.

I love boxes. My slaves say I was probably born in a box, but I don't know. I don't remember being born.




Sometimes my boxes get a bit worn out and so the slaves have to go and get a new one. This is one of the new ones they got me this summer.