“I know you think this is your basket, bro. But it’s mine.”
“MY BASKET.”
“Would you perhaps consider SHARING (you bratty little monster)?”
“What’s in it for me?”
“I won’t jump from the top of this basket and squash you like a flea.”
“I can live with that. As long as you realize it’s MY basket.”
“His TASTY basket, is what it is.”
“Hmm. I’m not seeing what’s so great about this thing.”
“Nope, the blue one isn’t any roomier. I’m feeling a little claustrophobic. What’s the big fuss? He can have them all, as far as I’m concerned.”
All five Pickles in one picture!
Oh, Picklehead. I think you need a kiss.
Joe Pickle loves him some sunshine.
I’m starting to think she’s planning on keeping those blue eyes.
Thistle biting Dandelion’s tail while Purslane’s all “NO ROOM ON THE SCRATCHER!”
::push:: “You were supposed to keep her off the scratcher! What kind of bodyguard ARE you?!”
Thistle having a little alone time in HER box.
“Iiiiiiiiiiiiii am HUNGRY, lady!”
“Please, Madame, may I have some food? If it’s not too much bother?”
Purslane, faint from hunger.
Today’s Crooked Acres Cover Boy: Tom Cullen! (Note to those who are new to the blog: first of all, welcome! Second of all, the last section of each entry contains pictures of one or more of our permanent residents. Generally speaking, if you see an adult cat here, he or she is a permanent resident, except for the occasional mama cat we occasionally foster.)
He’s such a beautiful boy.
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Previously
2011: And Gracie was all “Yeah, whatebs.”
2010: No entry.
2009: “Thank you, internets, for my new eyelids!”
2008: Sometimes she growls at him.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: So Rambo had his belly shaved, too, and he and Jodie are awfully funny looking, laying around with their little shaved bellies.