I’m off the grid at the moment – visiting my parents in Myrtle Beach, SC where they have a timeshare. I’ve scheduled entries to post every morning at 6 am (central US time) Monday through Friday, so you won’t have to go without your daily entertainment courtesy of moi. They’re all picture (mostly cat) entries, high on pictures, low on words. Just the way you like it!
I don’t expect to be able to check my email or Facebook or anything, but I’ll probably post to Twitter every now and again, so you can check there. Be good, and if you can’t be good, take notes and tell me all about it when I get back! 🙂
Vote for Gracie! (Thank you!)
George and Gracie Friday!
George is always on the alert for trouble.
“Hrm?”
Thank god Gracie’s on the case!
::thlarp::
“Nuttin’ over there.”
“Chickens is safe.”
::sigh::
Buster & Corbie Friday!
Buster has NO dignity.
None at all.
And clearly it runs in the family.
They’re such pretty boys.
This is where Buster likes to hang out during the day.
Nothin’ Charlie likes more than to bite Patty’s tail.
Lucy Peppers keeps an eye on her brothers.
Charlie discovered the side table in the front room.
(I know the posts have been kind of lacking in foster kittens this week. I’ll make it up to you, promise!)
Alice disapproves of this “kitten” nonsense.
Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: Terry the Mouth (with a special vocal performance by Hoyt!).
2008: He’s not usually pink, for the record.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “M-O-O-N!” Fred said. “That spells Tom Cullen!”
2004: No entry.
2003: I’m pretty certain “Never going to fucking go hiking with him EVER A-FUCKING-GAIN” crossed my mind at least once.
2002: Hotel room so big/ roomy, spacious, perfect. Butt/ is what it smells like.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
1999: Don’t get your bippies in an uproar, though; we’re not trying to get pregnant.
Do all the peppers (“big” and “little” have freedom in the house now?
I need a George and/or Gracie! Today, I lived out a scene that could’ve been in Hitchcock’s movie ‘The Birds.’ I went to fill my bird feeder & the big hawk who often uses my front yard as a buffet line swooped about 8 inches from my head in an attempt to catch a squirrel sitting in my tree. I screamed “RUN SQUIRREL, RUN!” (and yes, I sounded just like Jenny screaming at Forrest). Trying to escape the hawk swooping in, about 15 sparrows came flailing out of the tree at me. The hawk circled me three times, finally decided to give up & left empty handed & pissed off. The first thing that came to my mind as that hawk was flying away was your pups and how well they protect your flock! 🙂
Buster looks like he has a jack-o-lantern face with his markings. 🙂