I love to watch the squirrels out the side window, especially when they’re going after this particular bird feeder.
Flexible.
Excellent balance.
Do you see the squirrel tongue action going on here? Let’s see a closeup.
SQUIRREL TONGUE.
“Oh, sweet bird seed, you make my heart sing. You warm the cockles of my heart and delight my tongue, I LOVE YOU SO.”
Sweet Opie in the sunshine.
“Can I come in and play?”
“I’m sorry, there’s no room for you in Cat Cottage. Check back tomorrow.”
“But you’re the only one in there, and there are like three other floors!”
“Right. No room. See ya!”
Tig would like you to know that manly mancats don’t mind playing with pink toys.
Three little tuxies, all in a row.
Jax and the crazy eyes.
Silly boy.
“What?”
Chuckles loves himself some Elwood.
LOVES.
Who can blame him?
It must feel like curling up with a huge water bottle!
Newtles is the king of chillaxin’.
It’s a rough life, is what it is.
“After all that yawning, I need another nap.”
Previously
2010: “Really? Cat entries? From ROBYN? We are STUNNED and SHOCKED and AMAZED!”
2009: I was a baking motherfucker this weekend.
2008: No entry.
2007: Kismet! Match made in heaven! Fate!
2006: I said to Fred, “I know you think we have too many cats, but -”
2005: I imagine that when all three of our phones are in the same vicinity, we’ll get them confused and hijinx will ensue.
2004: Reader questions, answered.
2003: “Um, no,” I told Fred when he asked. “And not only no, but HELL no, and I’ll be out of the house whenever they come to interview you and tape you exercising and all that goofy-ass shit.”
2002: No entry.
2001: I guess he defines “tension” as “getting drunk and pawing every female in sight.”
2000: I practically woke up screaming, I tell you.
1999: Suddenly, it occurs to me that nestled next to my underwear is not the best place to put a bag of very potent catnip.
I love that squirrel tongue! Your new camera (as well as your mad skillz as a photographer) has produced some great photos lately, like that duck sequence–the one with the water droplets was fantastic.
So I know that you answered this before, but I just searched and couldn’t find it, but where did you get those attachments for the soda bottles to make them into bird feeders? My searching, however, did yield a recipe for a seed cake, which I hadn’t thought to make. I used to be able to get them pretty cheap at Petsmart, but now they’re about $7, and the squirrels demolish them pretty quickly. Petsmart once in a while has certain things in the wild bird aisle on super duper clearance and I can make a killing, but then for months everything is way expensive.
I’m sure it’s due to the angle, but I still LOVE how chubby and stubby Newt’s leg looks! And Jax…oh, dear God. How do you stand it?? Other than (maybe) the Christmas kittens from a few years back (Noel? Or was it Kris Kringle that was so gorgeous and floofy?), I think Jax may well hold the title for Prettiest! Anderson! Foster! EVER!
Mr. Squirrel reminded me of what I saw on Saturday. I was at my brother’s house for our family Chirstmas. My brother has a cool house – out in the sticks and has pine trees at the back of their lot. Mrs. brother puts out corn and peanuts for the “wild life” and deer come visit. They are frequent visitors and they just walk up to her bird feeders and suck bird seed out of the holes. That was way cool. She laughs saying she just should stick straws in the holes to make it easier for the deer to get their treat…
Three little tuxies all in a row cured my bad mood!
As much as I love the kitties, I have decided you must become a squirrel photographer. I mean SQUIRREL TONGUE?!? I’m in love.