Today I’ll be painting that awful closet in the foster room and I hate painting – and that closet will be particularly hard to paint – so keep me in your thoughts and prayers, y’all.
Khal would make an excellent paint brush. I bet that fur would soak up half a gallon of paint in no time flat.
Dewey suggests that I stop whining about it and just get it done. (He’s such a know-it-all.)
Archie’s going to keep the nap blanket warm for me, which I certainly appreciate.
Stefan’s just going to hang out on the table, as usual.
Showing his fangs.
Frankie will just hang out on my bed, especially if I turn the electric blanket on for him.
Maxi doesn’t care what I do, as long as it’s not sticking that dadgum camera in her face all the time.
Alice has melted into a pile o’ cute.
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Video! Archie playing with his favorite toy, and Dewey coming along to snoopervise.
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Previously
2017: “Woof! I’m a giraffe!” says Dennis.
2016: No entry.
2015: “Hello, sunshine, my old friend; I’ve come to warm my furs again.”
2014: “I just like to snuggle rather than roll around like brutes. Is that so wrong?”
2013: Obviously the cats can’t stay in their cages while the painting is going on, so Mercury, Kennebec, and Baby Beans are back here until Friday morning.
2012: Everett takes a break from jumping to show the correct waltzing form.
2011: Alice and Rhyme were both adopted on Saturday!
2010: Ouiser ultimately got the upper hand, and Drum ran for his life!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: She became entirely liquid somehow, and flowed through my fingers and across the room, ending up under the bed.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.