I am healing quite well from surgery, thank you. I’ve spent the last week in the recliner, in the living room, surrounded by varying numbers of cats. I’m getting tired of this whole healing thing, and I’m hoping that after I see the surgeon on Friday, I’ll get the okay to sleep in a more reclined (ie, laying in bed) position.
They finished the pond, and we have 38 bazillion tons of dirt in the middle of the back forty, and perhaps I will get a picture to show y’all one day soon.
For the record, I don’t know why they dug the pond in a rectangular shape. I think that it might have been easier for them to do it that way. And no, it didn’t cost us more than a roundish pond would have – I’ve seen plenty of rectangular ponds around here, so perhaps it’s a regional thing. Also, that pond might be the size of a pool, but the fact that I live in Alabama and that there are snakes that like to swim in water in these parts have made it a fact that I am not swimming in that pond EVER, although Fred has said that as soon as there’s enough water in the pond to swim in, he’ll do it once, before the snakes and other scary water creatures show up.
Okay, I’m posting some pictures and a video and hauling my butt back to the recliner. I’ll be back Monday for real!
Every now and then, Joe Bob slips out of the collar that keeps him in the back yard, and he comes to find me. I don’t know how on earth he slips out of that collar, sometimes it’s still clasped when I find it, sometimes it’s like he sprouted temporary opposable thumbs and opened the clasp on his own. He never goes far, and he always comes when we call, so I don’t worry too much about him. I do scold him when he does it, though. He just gives me the slow-blink love eyes, and really – how can I be mad at him?
“Hi, Mom! I’m here to visit!”
Have you ever seen such a happy boy?
Happy Joe.
Smilin’ Joe.
Jobey Joe.
Rough life, ain’t it, Joe?
Pretty, pretty Joe. I know I always say it, but it bears repeating: sweetest boy on EARTH.
Miss Molly has earned the nickname “The hussy” because once you start petting her, she rolls around on her back and purrs and purrs forever.
Snoozin’ Charlie Peppers.
Harlan and Everett knocked this (empty) egg carton to the floor and acted like it was the best toy ever.
Tasty, apparently (and when I took it away from them they were sooo mad at me).
Annoyed Charlie.
“What the…?”
“It’s a giant sparkle ball! Someone left me a giant sparkle ball! This is the most awesome thing ever!”
“What’s this?”
“Oh, just a giant sparkle ball. ::shrug:: You touch it, I kill you.”
Lucy Peppers was in a cat bed on my desk, chasing her tail. Of course, the instant I turned on the camera to get proof, she stopped completely and was like “Who, me? Nothin’!”
I wouldn’t want you to forget the beauty that is Corbie. Consider this your reminder!
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Previously
2010: We’re beginning their training early, making them help with dishwasher duty.
2009: I love my Wonkas.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “What? You’ve never seen a cat in a box?”