In case you missed it, I posted an entry late yesterday with an update from Jennifer, who adopted Starsky and Hutch last Fall!
Saturday marked fifteen years that I’ve lived in Alabama. I can’t believe I’ve lived here that long – it certainly doesn’t feel like it!
I celebrated by working in the garden for a couple of hours first thing in the morning, going to the flea market for a little while in late morning, and then Saturday afternoon I roasted a bunch of cherry tomatoes, then put them in freezer bags and saved them to use at a later date. Saturday evening, we watched several episodes of Entourage, and that was about it for the day.
I know how to celebrate in style, no?
Now I’m off in a little while to run errands and see friends, so I’m going to post a bunch of pictures and call it an entry!
The many faces of Sally Peppers.
That’s Sally on the right in the purple collar, Lucy in the left in the pink, and Everett on the floor keeping a safe distance.
Little nuts.
Just in case you were under the impression that they all just lay around and look cute all the time.
::glare::
That Kong bird is about her favorite toy.
Big enough that she can really get into kicking its butt.
Not so big that it can effectively fight back.
Crazy face.
Light enough that she can drag it all over the room.
“YOU GO AWAY THIS ARE MY KILL.”
Sally is the scarediest of the Peppers Gang (well, maybe tied with Harlan). She’s the hardest to get hold of when you need to squirt medicine in her mouth, and the best hider. More than once, I’ve thought “Did she get OUT of the room? She must have squeezed past when I opened the door and I just didn’t realize it!”, only to eventually find her hiding in a spot I didn’t expect. She just isn’t sure that she trusts us, and when we reach for her, if she can’t turn and run away, she cringes away from us.
On the other hand, when I lay down on the bed and let the kittens come to me, Sally’s one of the first (if not THE first) to come over and stand in front of me and meow sadly until I pet her. Then she purrs and purrs. I know it’ll take time before she stops the cringing (and she’s a million times improved over how she was when they first got here two weeks ago), but I sure do hate seeing her scared.
Did I mention that Cilantro cannot hold her licker?
“What happen’?”
As long as you’re comfy, Clove. It’s not like I was using that keyboard or anything.
“Moooom! Clove melted out of the cat bed again!”
Ciara realizes that this means she gets the bed to herself.
Such a couple of brats.
Jake (left) and Elwood, watching birds.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: This is how I feel right now.
2007: “Mister Seller tells me y’all are good Christian people,” she said.
2006: It’s been a year since we found Crooked Acres. Hard to believe.
2005: They are NAS-TAY, and trust me when I say that you’d be better off never bothering to try the nasty things.
2004: No entry.
2003: No entry.
2002: Looking at this hormone-laden piece of meat makes me… well, it makes me kinda drool, actually.
2001: I just smiled and nodded and kept walkin’.
2000: Mustard algae. Why must he doubt me?