Khal. (Pictures from Crooked Acres.)
Hanging on the side stoop with Maxi.
And over by the feeding station.
Inside, allowing me to pet him. BUT HE AIN’T LIKIN’ IT.
“Just TOLERATING this, weird lady.”
“Don’t get TOO handsy, lady.”
Isn’t he just so GENEROUS?
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Alice Mo, talkin’.
And rolling around on the table in the sun. Doesn’t she have THE prettiest eyes?
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Previously
2017: First sighting of Frankie!
2016: No entry.
2015: “I wanted the wall basket to MYSELF.”
2014: I just love it so very much when cats sit there with the end of their tongue sticking out, all “Wha? Wha tho funny? Why you laughin’?”
2013: I should rename him Baleful Beans.
2012: I went a little astray from my original idea, but when I was done, I laughed and laughed like a big dork.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Humans are just so stupid, that’s the way they is made.
2007: I think it’s possible that Newt, who is Not Our Cat, might end up becoming an inside cat. (HA – ya THINK, 2007 Robyn? You really think he might? Here’s an update: he spends 99.999% of his time inside, piled up in an overstuffed cat bed like a big ol’ slug.)
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.