I had rotator cuff surgery on November 4th, and have pre-written and scheduled entries that will auto-post while I’m recovering.
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Back in late 2007, we had adopted Stinkerbelle – who was still a kitten – and were fostering five sisters. Stinkerbelle spent a lot of time in my room, and so did the other kittens. This series of pictures features Stinkerbelle and Punki (with Spanky snoozing in the background).
Stinkerbelle Seethes.
“I… what… Did she really just climb into the cat bed with me? Is she KIDDING ME? I HATE her!”
“Is she… IS SHE TOUCHING ME?”
“I’m not touching you.”
::seething with hatred::
“Stillllllll not touching you!”
“Okay, I’m just going to turn around so that I don’t have to look at her stupid, pushy, wanting-to-touch-me face.”
::touch!::
::seething:: “Did you just TOUCH me?”
“Who, me?”
“That’s not an answer. Did you TOUCH me?”
“Do you think I touched you?”
“DID. YOU. TOUCH. ME?”
“Why do you ask?”
::seething:: “Please god, help me not to kill her. I know what they do to pretty blue-eyed silky-furred girls like me in kitty jail. People would be touching me all the live long day and I’d lose my mind.”
(Punki) ::mock seething:: “Not touching you!”
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Previously
2014: Sleepy Monday.
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: My life on the Z list.
2010: “She doesn’t love you,” Fred would tell Coltrane sadly before he closed the door.
2009: “There was somethin’ smackin’ at me, and I was SKEERED!”
2008: And let me say this – I know now why cats sleep like 23 hours a day. It’s because when they’re sleeping, they are NEVER still.
2007: “STOP STARING AT ME, LITTLE KITTEH!”
2006: No entry.
2005: Sometimes I make Sugarbutt dance for his food. Dance, monkey, dance!