Alice Mo Fumes.
It all started because of this:
Loony Jake, excited about chasing Da Bird, landed on Alice Mo. To say she didn’t care for that is an understatement.
“You come any closer, I will unleash the Paw o’ Doom!”
“Look how he pretends I’m not here. I hate his stupid loony face.”
::hate::
::loathe::
Focusing all the hate in her portly little body on one target… But watch this.
In one fell swoop…
..the hatred is transferred…
…to that whippersnapper Everett Peppers, who surely deserves it.
And Loony Jake is free to live his life unencumbered by The Hatred of Alice Mo.
Hey, remember when someone asked if the cardboard scratchers made a mess and I was all “No, not too bad. There are some cardboard pieces around it from time to time, but I just vacuum them up…”?
Well.
I don’t know who did this to the scratcher…
That’s Everett Peppers checking out the damage, but it wasn’t the Peppers, it happened overnight while they were safely locked away in the foster room.
I guess it’s lucky that I have another five stashed away in the closet, isn’t it?
I guess it’s also lucky that I’m seeing the cardboard on the floor instead of in the litter box!
It’s impossible to tell from this side which two Peppers those are, but I’m thinking it’s Sally and Lucy. Everett is visibly bigger than both his sisters, and these two are about the same size.
That’s Maxi out on the side stoop they’re staring at. She likes to sit there and act like she desperately wants to come in, and then when you open the door for her, she looks in the door, then turns up her nose and walks away. I guess she finds our accommodations lacking.
They also like to stand there and watch the birds.
Everett found the platform in the front room within a day of being let out of the foster room, and has claimed it for himself.
Adopted last night: Opie and Tig! Not together, but I think they’ll be okay. Opie went to his new home last night (he’s going to have a small dog to play with), and Tig goes home Friday. I’m cleaning at Petsmart Friday, so I’ll get to see Tig (as well as Clay and Jax) one more time. Yay Opie, yay Tig!!!
I meant to share this video last week before the Sons went off to Petsmart, but forgot to. So here it is now! It was a few days after I started letting them have the run of the house, and they’d gone into the guest bedroom and discovered the toy hanging over the closet door. They had a blast with it, as you’ll see. You won’t see Clay, though – he was too busy sitting in my lap and purring.
SO FREAKIN’ CUTE.
Loony Jake is loony.
“LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONY!”
::loonyface::
Previously
2011: I had a “THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE! THE! HOUSE!” moment, and then I realized that I’d dialed my cell phone number rather than Fred’s.
2010: No pig shit fish for me, THANK YOU.
2009: No entry.
2008: Yes, he’s cute. No, we’re not keeping him.
2007: That damn sponge will never glare malevolently at me again, I’m sure of it.
2006: “Thy-y-y-yme is my crack! Yes it is!”
2005: He emailed me back immediately. You’re already too old to die tragically young.
2004: No entry.
2003: No entry.
2002: And Mildred and Myrtle were hanging out merrily in their very sheer bright yellow bra, waving at all and sundry.
2001: Just thinking about it makes me grumpy.
2000: Y’all stay warm, now!