Sights from around Crooked Acres.
This is the sight I see when I look out the window over my desk. That trash can on its side at the right side of the picture was intended for the cats to hang out in, and they did when we first put it out there. But they decided they don’t like it for some reason, so I think I’m going to put another plastic Rubbermaid container out there in its place. They love to curl up in the house and the Rubbermaid container on days when it’s cold or rainy, and sleep. That metal on the tree is there to prevent them from climbing up into the tree – before it was there, Tommy climbed way up high in the tree, and I had to climb up a ladder to save him. These days, when the cats are feeling wild, they’ll often climb up as far as they can (until they get to the metal, which they can’t get past), and hang there.
Those hens are TOTALLY gossiping. “Oh, she thinks she’s so FABULOUS with her black and white pattern and her stupid feathered legs and her fluffy petticoat. She thinks she is ALL THAT. I heard Toasty asked her out and she couldn’t be bothered. She’s a SNOB. I hate her.”
Poor Cruella. Fred went out to feed the chickens over the weekend, and Cruella walked directly into the side of the coop. So we gave her a haircut (feathercut, to be more precises.) This picture is from before the feathercut. Her head feathers aren’t as fabulous as they were, but she can see where she’s going now.
And today’s video is of Gracie (and George – but mostly Gracie) racing around on Dirt Mountain. They certainly are some mighty sweet pups. (Fred would like it known that George desperately needed to be brushed, and he was brushed later that day.)
Last week we had an appraiser come to the house (we’re refinancing), and the Pickles and the Weeds followed him from room to room, and smacked at his tape measure and sniffed at his boots and wrapped their paws around his ankles. They were complete terrors, but they loved him immediately.
2011: Try to relax, Chuckles.
2010: He is SUCH a happy boy.
2009: “HELLO I HAZ A COMPLAINT.”
2008: No entry.
2007: “HALP, I SAY!”
2006: I hope he gets adopted before next Monday, though.
2005: Good thing for him he’s so cute, I suppose.