Yes, that is Fancypants in our back yard – first time I’d seen him there, but I’m sure it wasn’t the first time he’d been in the back yard. Those pictures were taken before the day last week when Fred said “I’m going to try to get him in the carrier.” He went out, sweet-talked Fancypants, picked him up, and put him in the carrier. He put the top of the carrier down, and gave me the thumbs-up.
Except that when he latched the carrier, only one of the two latches latched, and Fancypants figured it out just about immediately. He forced his way through the gap and took off. We didn’t see him for a couple of days, and Fred hasn’t been able to pet him since. I’m sure he’ll eventually forgive Fred. (If he doesn’t, we’ll just trap him and cart him off for vetting.)
Video! It’s a moment of Newt. Well, a few moments of Newt. 34 seconds of Newt.
2015: They’re listed in no particular order.
2014: No entry.
2013: John Smith is just a great big mush of a loverboy.
2012: Goodbye, Elwood.
2011: SQUIRREL TONGUE
2010: 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!”
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.