As the oldest cat, Spanky thinks that what to watch should be HIS decision.
“But *I* wanna watch those wacky Real Housewives!” says Dorothy.
Jake: ::facepalm::
(Dorothy won. She always does.)
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Seven weeks old! Can you believe it?
Ciara goes for the butt bite as Cillian attempts to flee up the cat tree.
Declan (left) and Fergus Simon (right) in my lap. They’re looking all wild-eyed because the camera strap is hanging down, tempting them.
Their little faces crack me up (please note the foot-sniffer in the background).
Macushla and his fangs.
Finnegan at play (note to self: someone really needs to paint those baseboards.)
“I feel skeered, but I don’t know WHY.”
Ciara, hanging on the cat tree while Cillian’s over there all “I don’t know why you’re taking HER picture, she’s not doing anything all THAT impressive. I can hang there like that. I can hang there from only ONE paw. She’s nothin’ special. Hmph.”
“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the Bat signal, and I am BatCat!”
“::sigh:: Picking that up would be SO much easier if I had opposable thumbs.”
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Are we comfy, Suggie? (Sugarbutt and Tommy love to lay like this on the back of Fred’s chair.)
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Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: She was howling, she was screaming, she was hissing, she was spitting.