Tom asked yesterday if we’d considered building a structure in our yard so we could handle more cats. We did, last summer, decide that we were going to convert the (now unused) blue coop into a “kitten coop” so we could have more fosters, but that hasn’t happened yet, and I don’t think it’s going to. I really prefer to have the cats and kittens in the house with us, and after our tornado scare from a couple of weeks ago, I worry that if we had some kittens upstairs in the foster room and some out in the coop and maybe one or two in the guest bedroom, there’s no way on earth that I’d be able to get all of them in the closet under the stairs (or in the storm shelter, once we have it put in) and our own cats as well. That might change – the only consistency around here is me declaring one thing one day and then suddenly declaring the opposite the next – and of course if it does, y’all will be the first to know!
Dorothy would like to say “hi” to her adoring public.
Note that it’s not until I compliment her dramatic eye makeup that she starts kneading and purring. Clearly her affections can be bought with flattery!
Sweet miss Dorothy.
Sleepy, sleepy McMaos.
::chomp::
::chomp::
“Hey, guys, c’mere! This foot taste funny to you?
“I can sit in your lap please?”
::sniff::
::sniffffffff::
::slurrrp:: (The little smile KILLS ME DEAD.)
“Close your eeeeeeyes and goodniiiiiiight…”
“Go to sleeeeeep little brudderrrrrrr…”
::thlurrp::
“What?”
“That’s right, I ate all the Tender Turkey Feast. You’ve gotta learn to move faster next time. I ate it all and I’m NOT SORRY!”
“So there.”
Rufus enjoyed a little outside time before he went off to Petsmart yesterday.
Loony Jake in the sun.
Previously
2010: Life with Fred.
2009: Blessed are the pure in het, for they shall see Dog.
2008: No entry.
2007: Mister Boogers doesn’t have opposable thumbs and finds it too difficult to text anyone – he gives up and stomps off in a huff after texting a few LOLs.
2006: Which to ME means “I’m not interested,” but to the operator apparently was code for “I might be interested. Try harder!”
2005: Now, I don’t know. I think that if your life is SO BUSY that taking the time to put a little pill in your mouth throws your entire schedule off, then perhaps it’s time to reorganize your life.
2004: You can’t have genius every day, y’know.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: SHE WAS FIXIN’ TO GO DOWN THE HILL.
2000: Poor overworked, abused child…