Only a very few Crooked Acres pics today – we had a few overcast and rainy days, so I haven’t been outside with the camera this week. It’s supposed to be sunny for the foreseeable future, so I should have something for next week!
Fred harvested the muscadines last week (muscadines, for those of you not in the know, are grapes native to this area of the country). We ended up with 14 1/2 pounds.
So I made jelly! I got 22 half-pints of muscadine jelly. Next year, I may do a muscadine-jalapeno jelly, just to make things exciting.
Isn’t it pretty?
Dehydrated jalapenos. In the past, I’ve made jalapeno powder from dehydrated jalapenos, but Fred didn’t use it much (and I’m too much of a wimp to use that stuff.)
That’s it for the Crooked Acres pics – like I said, not much this week. I owe you!
Tony Rocky Magoo + red straw = true love forevah.
“I lubs my straw.”
“I snuggles with my straw and enjoy the sunshine.”
“Straw is yummeh.”
Magoo, dancing with his straw.
::chomp::chomp::CHOMP::
Daydreaming about his straw.
Trying to remember where he left his straw. (When he sleeps on this pile of pillows, we call him “King Magoo.”)
Deciding he’ll look for his straw after he takes a nap.
“STRAW! COME HERE! I can’t take a decent nap without you!”
The appointment has been made – the Pickles will be going for their spaying and neutering on October 2nd!
The Weeds girls, wondering where the feather teaser went.
Dandelion plays her invisible flute while waiting.
“Please please PLEASE, feather teaser! Come back to play!”
“Pleeeeeeeeeease!”
“Feather teaser! Hi! HI! Come play, feather teaser!!! Over here! OVER HERE!”
I think maybe Thistle feels about feather teaser the way Magoo feels about red straw.
It’s kind of hard to make out what’s going on here, but we have Magoo pinning down Thistle and biting on her neck while she growls at him.
Thistle in the sun.
Thistle near the pillows, and Magoo (and Joe) near the cat bed.
Sweet girl.
To make up for the lack of Crooked Acres pictures, I have a couple of Snack Time videos for you! First, the Weeds, who are little ladies who just meow politely a few times at me.
And THEN, the Pickles, who are loud little hooligans. They were waiting for me outside the foster room door (where I’d been giving the Weeds their snack), and wanted me to get my butt MOVING and give them their snack NOW. They crack me up, the little brats.
Hello, Gorgeous Joe.
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Previously
2011: Tucker’s all “WHY I NEVER!” Hee!
2010: “I am hanging out with my bo’friends, lady. You go away!”
2009: But Bill apparently decided that it was time for his eyelips to GO, and ::SPROINGGGG!:: off they went!
2008: No entry.
2007: It’s a good thing he’s so cute.
2006: Maddy and Miz Poo come face-to-face over Tigger. And then Miz Poo ran away from the terrifying kitten.
2005: So, that’s been my day thus far, and it’s not even noon. I think I need a nap.