I love this picture so hard, I just can’t even tell you. Alice showing Sally Peppers who the boss is with that outstretched paw just kills me DEAD.
Then she gives her the Alice Mo Glare of Death, like “I am NOT kidding you!”
Got it!
And now that she’s got it, she’s never going to let it go.
NEVER.
Sometimes it gets away from her despite her determination.
::LEAP!::
::JUMP!::
An entirely different day, she still keeps her eye on the birdie.
Got it!
BRAAAAAAAAAINS.
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In the evenings, when Fred is sitting in the front room reading, the cats like to gather around. First Alice gets on her heating pad, and then eventually Tommy shows up. He loves the blanket that the heating pad is sitting on so very much that he goes into a trance. He kneads. And kneads. And kneads and kneads and kneads. I call it “the long march to nowhere.”
It annoys Alice Mo to no end when Tommy marches.
She glares at him in disbelief.
And annoyance and dislike.
Tommy just pretends she isn’t there, and he marches and marches and marches forever.
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: And yet, somehow I’m SURPRISED that the bedspread is covered in cat hair.
2007: It was severely gross, yet oddly fascinating.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.