Sweet Petey Pickle in the sun.
Bath time for Petey.
“What?” (Note the tiny little bit of tongue sticking out of his mouth.)
Such a little stressball, that Petey.
“What’s going on up THERE?”
“And what’s going on over THERE?”
“Here, little bro, let me clean your ear… Uh oh. The lady saw us snuggling!”
“We have to pretend to be mortal enemies so she doesn’t think we secretly like each other!”
“Save me, Joe! SAVE ME from Petey!”
“Have we met?”
Percy, how do you stay so cute?
“Let me tell you, lady. It’s EXHAUSTIN’!”
“This my box. You go ‘way.”
“There’s room in there for me!”
“NO room in the box! See? I take up the whole box!”
“There’s plenty of room over there. You just have to move your tail.”
“NO ROOM.”
(Thistle distracts Dandelion from the box by starting a fight over by the scratcher.)
(Luckily, Dandelion is easily distracted.)
“HA. Now the box is MINE.”
“That MY box!”
“No way. Possession is nine-tenths of the paw, so HA ON YOU.”
(Slap fight.)
“GET OUT. My box. MINE.”
“MAKE ME.”
Paw of Doom.
Ears of ::fume::
“MY MY MY MY BOX! Get out!”
“See? I told you we could both fit in it at the same time!”
Today’s Crooked Acres Cover Boy? Sugarbutt!
Oh, how I love his stripes.
He has SUCH a serious face. You’d never know what a (people) lover he is! Well. I guess I should say he’s a Robyn-and-Fred lover. When strangers come to visit, he runs upstairs and hides under the comforter on Fred’s bed.
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Did I mention they’re busy racing around like wild things?
2008: “Is this such a good idea, hanging out here under the bird feeders, with that cat RIGHT THERE?” he wonders.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.