You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. You better hurry up, the deadline is Tuesday at midnight! (And yes, of course I’m happy to send cards to other countries!) Send your name and mailing address to hollydays@gmail.com .
I’ll take names and addresses until December 20th.
If you’d like to send me a card as well (never ever required, but always appreciated – I don’t keep track of who does and doesn’t send a card, I promise!), send it to: Robyn Anderson, PO Box 461, Athens, AL 35612 USA.
Today, two videos for you!
The first, a short one of Clay laying on the floor being petted. You can hear him purring (though you can also hear the camera focusing), and at about 10 seconds in he starts waving his invisible tail. Also, Tig passes by and stops to watch for a moment.
The second, I was attempting to get Spanky to “talk” to me, and didn’t have much luck. I think he looks particularly pretty in this video, though, despite his refusal to perform on cue. (Also, it kind of looks like his tongue is sticking out, but that’s actually his lower lip.)
Also, if you’re interested (it’s 2 1/2 minutes long) here’s a video I shot almost four years ago wherein I walked around and harassed all the cats, asking them what they were doing. It starts with someone who’s no longer around (Mister Boogers) and ends with someone who’s no longer around (McLovin’, our very first rooster).
“Hey.”
“What?”
“What are you doing in there?”
“Sitting in my box.”
“Just… sitting? Sitting there in that box?”
“YES, just sitting. Sitting in MY box.”
“M’kay. Well, I’m just going to sit here. And stare at you. And you can’t do anything because I? I am not. touching. you.”
Works every time.
Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: Uterii are known for being ultra-reasonable, after all.
2008: It is NOT raining!
2007: I would never condone entering a grocery store and opening fire with a machine gun, but I certainly understand the impulse.
2006: I think that we all know that it’s more likely that Sugarbutt will whisk Miz Poo into a perky waltz about the living room before I actually get off my dead ass and sand down the trim so that I don’t have to look at the drippy bits.
2005: No entry.
2004: He yawned his ears right off his head.
2003: “Well,” he said, all smug and certain of his facts. “If you didn’t have DIARRHEA, then it was NOT the flu! It’s just a cold!”
2002: But is Christmas shopping ever really done?
2001: The usual excitement
2000: Grandma’s other concerns were whether the fire was going out (it wasn’t) and how much Fred and Becky were eating.
1999: When did Toronto become part of the United States, again?