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Scenes from around Crooked Acres.
Gracie (front) always looks amused.
It always cracks me up when Gracie bites George’s butt. When he’s chasing her, he likes to bite her tail.
They love to cavort, these two.
Yeah, yeah. Keep crowing it, big guy. Maybe someday they’ll believe you.
The movie: McMaos belly up to the milk bar. At the very end, if you listen very carefully and turn your sound way up, you will hear the sound of PURRING KITTENS, oh yes you will.
I don’t remember who referred to what kittens do with all the squirming and crawling over each other as a “Kitten mosh pit”, but if that’s not an apt description, I don’t know what is!
The paws kill me dead every time.
They always get so sleepy after eating.
Ciara snuggling with mama’s foot.
Maggie was licking a kitten’s behind, and when she was done this is the look she gave me. I hear you, sweetheart.
Spanky, laying on the scratcher in the sun. Have you ever seen such a happy boy?
Previously
2010: “Hi, Mister! Hi! Whatcha doin’, Mister? You wanna play with us? We found a mouse and we was batting it around, but one of the big cats came and took it away from us, then hissed and smacked at us. That was mean, we just wanna play. You wanna play? Huh, Mister?”
2009: Am I alone in this belief, or am I the only one on earth who didn’t know that the Easter Bunny laid ten million eggs (and candy items) before delivering them to the bad little heathens of the world?
2008: Places where the Feliway bottle is NOT
2007: No entry.
2006: God save me from the permed ‘fro.
2005: Why do I bother to make New Year’s resolutions, I ask you?
2004: Bastard.
2003: “That’s right, you LITTLE SHIT, get the hell out of here!” I yelled, stomping at him.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Not much of an entry.