Gotta love a sleeping kitten!
I always want to kiss Clove (and luckily she puts up with it!)
Cilantro would like to know whatchoo talkin’ ’bout, Willis?
Ciara and the crazy eyes.
Her favorite feather teaser, even though the feathers have been chewed off.
Smackin’ at it (she chatters at it, too!)
She knocked the door closed, and then was interested that someone was sticking their paw underneath the door.
Sweet girl.
Her other favorite teaser toy!
“What ARE you talkin’ ’bout, Willis?” (That’s Spanky.)
Previously
2010: Like it’s a rule that if both vehicles are here SOMEONE BETTER BE HERE TO SELL HIM EGGS DAMNIT.
2009: I screamed at the top of my lungs, and then I took a gasping breath, and I screamed some more.
2008: No entry.
2007: (Unless there’s a secret “Robyn is a blithering idiot” message board somewhere, which is possible but – given that the world apparently does NOT revolve around me (even though it should), my blithering idiotness probably doesn’t occupy the minds of others the way it occupies mine.)
2006: I look like a fucking Simpson!
2005: “I dropped my purse!” I lied.
2004: I’m a slug in a family of energizer bunnies.
2003: No entry.
2002: My primitive mind can’t grasp these concepts.
2001: No entry.
2000: I’m just not feeling very chatty today.