ATTENTION, those of you in the Germantown, MD area – or within a day’s drive!
Red and Scuse, two very close brothers, need a home!
They’re a little over two years old and very active. You may remember then from back in December when I linked about them – they were abandoned by their owners and then attacked by dogs; Red had irreparable damage to one of his eyes, which had to be removed. Abigail reports that they are very very friendly and easy to love, sweet, lovable, affectionate lapcats. Look at those faces – don’t you just want to kiss them?
Read more about them here, and if you aren’t in the market for two lovebugs, please pass the word along!
This is the sort of thing that makes the other cats think Joe Bob isn’t friendly (even though he IS, really he is!)
Joe Bob, minding his own business on his scratcher. Corbie comes along, and he’s all “Sniff.”
Then Corbie’s like “Sniff. Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiff.”
After some thought, Corbie is then like “Sniff. Sniff. SNIFF! SNIFF!!!!!!!!”
Then Joe Bob is like “STOP SNIFFING ME ::HISSSSSSS!!!!::”
Then Corbie’s all “WELL.”
“I NEVER.”
“That kind of hurts my feelings.”
Wassuuuuuuuuuuup! Wednesday.
“Wassuuuuuuuuup!”
“Wassuuuuuuuuuu-”
“-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!-”
“-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!-
“-uuuuuuuuuuu-”
“-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!-”
“-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…”
“-uuuuuuuuuuuu-”
“-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…”
“-uuuuuuuuuuuuu…”
“-uuuuuuup!”
::thlurrrp::
Stinkerbelle has caught sight of her beloved Tommy, and has come down to stare at him.
Pretending he’s not there.
Gussying up in case he might want to kiss her later.
“Is he EVER going to notice me?”
(For the newer readers, Stinkerbelle is our partially feral cat who pretty much lives on top of the kitchen cabinets. She comes down to eat and drink and use the litter box. She’ll let us pet her a few times, but when she’s done being petted, she swipes at us with her razor-sharp Paw o’ Doom and flounces off. She has a passionate love for Tommy and has loved him since she was a few months old and came to us in a litter of semi-feral kittens. Fred thinks she’s the most beautiful cat ever because of her blue eyes and silky fur and it’s his fault we adopted her.)
Previously
2011: “MAGGIE,” I said. “GIVE ME THOSE BABIES!”
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Your comments, my answers!
2007: Turns out Maxi had found herself a desiccated frog and was chewing on it.
2006: Whereupon Nick Stokes, Ace Detective and CSI Genius jumps in and says, a dark scowl upon his face, “What is that, some kind of nickname?”
2005: Because there’s nothing worse than having your eyes scooped out with a spork when you’re not quite dead yet, believe you me.
2004: No entry.
2003: Your “shit” discussion is now over. You may move on.
2002: “Momma!” he cried “Momma, I’ll be good! Let me in Momma, let me in!”
2001: “Owowowowowow,” I whined, hand over my eye, and then stomped my foot in frustration.
2000: When I saw it in the theater, the ending so disturbed me that I sobbed all the way home from the movie theater.