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Toes and Teefs and Tongues Tuesday.
Catelyn, curled up in my lap and showing off her toeses.
“STOP SNIFFING MY FLOOF! IT MAKE ME ALL OUTRAGED!”
“This a much more fabulous house than the last one,” says Trader Joe, toothily. “It gots a skylight!”
Ralph, complaining half-heartedly and showing off his teefs.
The teefs of PW, biting Ralph, who had the misfortune of being within biting range.
“Rawr!” says Trader Joe.
“Hallo, hi, I gots toes! Lots of them! They’re not in focus, but they’re there!”
Eyes askew? Tongue all curled? Teefs peeking out? Check, check, and check.
Teefs and floofs and tongue, that’s our girl.
“This is an outrage!” Ralph proclaims.
I don’t know what I like more – the toes in the center of the picture, or the gritted teeth of “THIS WILL NOT DO!” over there in the right corner.
(I’ll make up for the lack of Winn Dixie and Von pictures in tomorrow’s post, promise!)
Newt’s favorite place to hang out after all these years is still atop the fence posts. He hangs over more than he used to, but hey – don’t we all?
2013: “What you want, lady? You go away for days and months and years, and you think I wanna snuggle you? You think WRONG.”
2012: No entry.
2011: This was the perfect storm that kicked off what I like to UNfondly refer to as “Sprayapalooza.”
2010: Laurie probably beats her kittens to make them behave.
2009: “I HAZ A COMPLAINT! I WAS TOLD THERE’D BE FOOD AT THIS PARTY!”
2008: These kittens = exactly what a cranky woman needs.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Cleanliness is next to Sugarbuttliness.