I am just all kinds of scattered and unfocused right now, trying to get the house whipped into shape before Friday (half of Fred’s family is coming here in the morning for brunch and then we’re going to his Dad’s in the evening), so y’all are stuck with cat entries this week.
I know, I know “Really? Cat entries? From ROBYN? We are STUNNED and SHOCKED and AMAZED!”
Last week, it rained. And then the next day it was warm enough for the cats to go out into the back yard and then back into the house many many many times. I didn’t even bother to mop ’til the next day.
I love the alarmed look on Bobby’s face, like “I feel a paw on my shoulder, but NO ONE ELSE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!”
Jean, this basket bed condo thingy look familiar? It is a favorite of the Bradys. Also, Jake is rather partial to it.
Corbie McGee and his thick, lush, raccoon-like tail.
An attempt to get a better picture of the not-a-heart on Cindy’s side. I’ll see if I can’t get a straight-on picture.
Cindy is a multi-tasker who can grab for Peter’s tail AND bunny-kick my foot at the same time.
Oh, Bobby Brady, I lub you so.
The straight-on pictures of Peter Brady don’t really show the extra-long fur at the tips of his ears, but this one shows it pretty nicely.
::thlurrrp::
The basket bed condo thingy on its way to the kitten room. Tommy gave it two paws up.
Corbie McGee, peering around the corner. I love the way his tail is around the leg of the chair.
“MOM! You ever hear of KNOCKING FIRST?!”
Previously
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.