Chanandler Bong was playing with that Kitty Boinks toy with one back foot up in the air for reasons known only to her – and she had to pause to see what Art Vandelay was doing (he was just passing through).
Ken Adams, pausing from tussling with Princess Consuela to show his teefs.
Chanandler shows Princess Consuela HER teefs. Something about Princess Consuela brings out the teef, I guess.
Chanandler and her little whiskers, in the sun.
::maniacal laughter::
She is such a sweet girl.
Susie always looks like she’s been caught doing something sneaky.
Art Vandelay and a very smug Bert Macklin, hangin’ in the basket o’ toys.
I don’t know what brought on that expression from Art, but judging by the loony smile on Bert’s face, we probably don’t want to know, do we?
Princess Consuela loves that bed, especially when the sun is shining on it.
Same bed, different kitten – Bert Macklin, hanging out of the bed while sound asleep.
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Video! Say hi to Bert Macklin, International ManKitten of Mystery. Whether he’s klutzing off the end of a shelf, bouncing wildly with a toy in his mouth, jumping at a spot on the wall, or trying to climb up onto a cat tree, he does it with unmatched style and panache.
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So, my parents were here for a few days – arrived Thursday, left yesterday. They drove from Maine to Florida, spent almost two weeks in Florida, and then drove home by way of Alabama. I would dearly have loved to join them in Florida, but as it turned out Fred had to travel for work last week, so I had to stay here and keep an eye on Crooked Acres.
Traveling with them was their dog Molly, who is a Shih-Tzu. They’ve been here with Molly before, at least twice. In the past, Tommy and Sugarbutt decided they weren’t skeered of Molly. This time around, the cats all pretty much disappeared the entire time she (and my parents) were here. Stefan initially decided Molly wasn’t anything to be scared of, and then changed his mind. Archie wasn’t bothered by my parents – and in fact let them both pet him – but was more than a little freaked out by Molly.
Alice spent most of her time on top of the cupboards, glaring judgmentally down at us all, so it appears that that job has been taken.
Molly, standing up and waving her front paws around.
That underbite kills me dead.
She had a GOOD time with all the cat toys.
Archie, keeping an eye on Molly.
“Why there a dawg in my house, lady?”
(I have more pictures of Molly; I’ll share them later in the week.)
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Previously
2015: Roseanne’s feelin’ skeptical.
2014: No entry.
2013: Charming waits breathlessly to see what Aslan will do.
2012: I think George and Gracie are mocking us.
2011: Fergus Simon and the belly rub.
2010: Rhyme and Reacher discover that the best toy on earth is always juuuuust out of reach.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: I think everyone has the occasional Strange Odor issue.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.