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Last week, it rained. And then the next day it was warm enough for the cats to go out into the back yard and then back into the house many many many times. I didn’t even bother to mop ’til the next day.
I love the alarmed look on Bobby’s face, like “I feel a paw on my shoulder, but NO ONE ELSE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!”
Jean, this basket bed condo thingy look familiar? It is a favorite of the Bradys. Also, Jake is rather partial to it.
Corbie McGee and his thick, lush, raccoon-like tail.
An attempt to get a better picture of the not-a-heart on Cindy’s side. I’ll see if I can’t get a straight-on picture.
Cindy is a multi-tasker who can grab for Peter’s tail AND bunny-kick my foot at the same time.
Oh, Bobby Brady, I lub you so.
The straight-on pictures of Peter Brady don’t really show the extra-long fur at the tips of his ears, but this one shows it pretty nicely.
The basket bed condo thingy on its way to the kitten room. Tommy gave it two paws up.
Corbie McGee, peering around the corner. I love the way his tail is around the leg of the chair.
“MOM! You ever hear of KNOCKING FIRST?!”
2009: I’m starting to think that maybe the floof is in the Kudzu family and we’ll wake up one morning to find it wrapped around the entire house.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: I said, “But (the volunteer) has fourteen cats. FOURTEEN.”
2005: No entry.