Happy Thanksgiving, those of you who are celebrating it today, and Happy Thursday to those of you who don’t!
Sights from around Crooked Acres.
“You has scratch for me, lady? I’m thankful for scratch.”
“I’m thankful for being gorgeous.” Indeed you are, Rock Star. Indeed you are.
“I’m thankful for my fancy feathered legs. They keep me warm.”
“We’re thankful for this pond, and the rotting leaves we keep dragging up from the floor of the pond and eating. YUM.”
“I’m thankful for being gorgeous.”
“I’m thankful for George and Gracie, who are (theoretically) protecting me from that hawk flying overhead.”
Cruella is thankful for the haircut that lets her see a bit of the world around her.
“I’m thankful for my wimminfolk.”
This juvenile Assassin Bug is thankful that Fred took him outside and set him free instead of squooshing him.
The last of the Pickle pics before they went off to Petsmart.
Petey, showing off his fancy eye makeup. Boy’s got a way with the eyeliner, doesn’t he?
Such a pretty, pretty boy.
“I KNOW I’m beautiful, stop lookin’ at me!”
::thlurrrp::
Today, we are thankful for… toes!
Joe toes.
Percy toes.
Petey toes.
Purslane toes.
Magoo toes.
Sungold and Stripey, fighting over the cube.
Kohle in the sunshine.
You can kind of see the white on his chest and belly.
::slap::SMACK::
Holdin’ paws.
Mr. Stripey and the leaky eye (it actually looks better than this now – this is from a few days ago.)
Dingwall Scotty, having Deep Thoughts.
Bitey brats.
Kohle keeping an eye on the orange ‘Maters.
::NOM::
Old Man Spanky is thankful for boxes that are the perfect size for his skinny old-man frame!
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Previously
2011: Chuckles. PLEASE. Am I going to have to get you a valium? Calm DOWN.
2010: Reacher has reached overload, apparently.
2009: I told Fred she’s a kitten magnet.
2008: No entry.
2007: Bath time in the condo.
2006: On ur desk slurping ur water (and about to take flight).
2005: I suppose this is one way to spoon.