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Cuties.
Beautiful Cutie.
Bat-like Cutie.
Loony Cutie.
Cutie Son ASSessing the situation. (Ha!)
Fleein’ the box.
Elwood requires roomier accommodations.
“Who you callin’ fat? I prefer ‘flabulous.'”
Corbie and the Sugs.
Corbie doesn’t ever initiate contact with the other cats, so I’m not sure if he realized that Suggie was in that bag (the cats love to climb in those cloth Publix bags).
In fact, judging by this appalled look on his face when Suggie’s head popped out of the bag, I’m thinking Corbie probably believed there were groceries in that bag.
Corbie’s reaction after Sugarbutt turned around and smacked him. Suggie is no fan of the other cats, except for the occasional snuggle with Tommy.
Tig keeps his eye on the feather teaser. Corbie’s coming up the stairs behind him to see what’s going on, and Opie’s over there on the bedside table acting like he’s supposed to be there.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is this the one piece of furniture you don’t allow cats on? Sh’yeah.”
Tig’s goatee.
Jax on the stairs, considering a descent to the ground floor.
::pondering::
Miz Poo wandered by, and Jax got flirty.
A casual monkey walk to show off his muscles… But Miz Poo was not impressed, and kept on going.
::poutyface::
Weren’t you just saying you needed another video of Spanky “talking”? Well, HERE YA GO. (He cracks me up, our old man.)
I see at least three cat beds that are unoccupied on that table.
And yet he sleeps on that hard chair. Silly Newt.
Previously
2011: I’m going to finish up the entry with some cat talk and pictures, and call it good enough, howzaboutthat?
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: (Now that I’ve said that, you can expect an entry next week about how we adopted another cat, I’m sure.)
2007: Just call me Nicole Richie!
2006: I’d be a lobster, ’cause they are yummy, and I would be bringing joy to someone after I die a horrible boiling death.
2005: Saturday I spent at least two hours – conservative estimate – finding and downloading a ringtone that sounds exactly like the “internal call” ring on 24.
2004: No entry.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: I’m quite the stylin’ bitchypoo, I really am.
2000: It’s the period that never ennnnnnds! Yes, it goes on and on my friends!