TOO. MANY. CATS.
Previously 2006: They are NOT OUR CATS. They have owners, damnit, and they’re not us! 2005: No entry. 2004: It is FUCKING cold downstairs in our house. 2003: And then I got the Best Picture EVER Taken. 2002: Fluff? Perhaps. But very entertaining fluff. 2001: “Who’s Robyn?” said the realtor. 2000: “You little bastard!” I yelled, and then ran at him 1999: Through three moves and a name change, they’ve managed to keep up with me, sending address labels all the way.]]>
BWAHAHAHAHA!!! YOUR 2006 PREVIOUSLY LINK!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Ack. WHY is Joan Van Ark’s skin gray? Whyyyyyyy? What kills me about these deluded women who have extensive plastic surgery to make their faces look younger is that their hands still look old and no longer match their faces. That always makes me hum the Sesame Street song “One of these things is not like the other one…”
I have a cat that screams like a banshee cat whenever one of the other cats gets too close to her! Scares the shit out of me every time! Hey when you get a chance, hop on over and meet my kitties. I am introducing one a day for 6 days, starting yesterday. Gotta do something to fill those Holidailies entries! Oh and that picture of Joan Van Ark! Gahhhh.. my eyes!!
I thought those Cindy pics looked familiar. Which is the photoshopped Cindy Crawford? Yours above… or mine here…[URL=”http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com/pictures/20071127/cindy%20crawford%20thanksgiving/2.html”]Bikini Cindy[/URL] – gosh, I hope I linked that correctly. I’m not the HTML geek, um, I mean guru, my husband is.
Makes me think the Daily Mail might have “exaggerated” the Joan Van Ark pics too. Then again, I dunno.
So, any chance we can get a video of Miss Stinkerbelle caught in a full Bitch from Hell scream?
My cat Basil is alot like Miss Momma. He constantly jumps into things when you open them-cupboards, closets, the fridge…yes-the fridge! If I don’t have stuff pulled right up to the front of the shelf, Basil sees an opening and decideds he needs to be in there. I’ve tried to break this habit-I once left him in there for a few minutes, thinking he’d bolt out of there. But when I opened the door, the little fucker just looked up at me, all distainful, lilke “DO YOU MIND??!!” It gets old-FAST! Try putting dishes or groceries away, with a dim witted cat that thinks its a game to put himself on the shelf. I can’t count how many times he’s somehow slipped past me into my closet, and ended up spending the day in there, til I got home from work and changed clothes. He must have a very selective memory…or just be a dumb little bugger that makes me laugh. ALOT.
Caption from last picture: TOO. MANY. CATS.
Excerpt from last year: They are NOT OUR CATS. They have owners, damnit, and they’re not us!
Me: Gigglesnort.
Not too many cats – too few cat beds.
Yeah – the 2006 entry was too funny now that your Outdoor cats are know semi-outdoor and mostly indoor cats (or at least Maxi is). So it’s official you have 9 cats. No more – they don’t belong to us they are outdoor cats. Hee!
Ditto..hee hee..on the 2006 entry. Ahem.
It is a good thing Stinkerbelle is so gorgeous.
RC, our Fancypants look-alike, got locked in a neighbor’s garage for a whole week a couple of years ago. We thought he had gotten killed by a coyote or run over by a car, but after a week he showed up skinny and happy as hell to be home.
Cats, floating on lily pads, on a sea of purpleness.
Well, that’s what my brain told me before it woke up 🙂