12-3-19 Tuesday

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Last week I asked if anyone who bought the permanent residents calendar for 2019 (this year) had noticed the hidden message in the picture for last month.

Here’s the picture (well, a picture of the calendar page).

Yes, that’s Frankie in the turkey hat, and if you look along the back of the chair behind him, it says, ever so faintly, “Happy Franksgiving.” I’d like to blame Fred for that silly Dad joke, but I came up with it myself and I laughed and laaaaaaughed.


In case you missed it on social media yesterday, Fleur’s biopsy result came back – and as we thought (hoped), it was an infection. (I know I’m not the only one who worried about it being cancer.) She’s finished her antibiotic and steroids, she’s gotten the all-clear from the vet, and so she and Josephine will be headed back to Petsmart tomorrow. I will, of course, let y’all know when there’s any adoption news to tell.

Fleur, camouflaged.

“Hi, Unca Khal! You gonna drink water? You thirsty? I can drink water, too!”

(I half expected her to stumble and land in the water fountain, but she kept her balance quite well, thank you.)

I was sitting at my desk, and first Josephine climbed up in my lap for some love, and then Fleur came to see what was going on. These girls are SUCH lovebugs.

JoJo is such a little goober.


For anyone who missed it yesterday, I’m selling a limited number of Les Chatons and Half Pints cards, and also a 9×20 Les Chatons print. Click on the picture above to go to the store page, or click here. (There’s also a link in the sidebar to the right – or I guess at the bottom of the page if you’re viewing this on a mobile device.)


This picture of Dewey is so old that (1) the island is mostly cleared off (I don’t remember the last time that happened) and (2) the table and chairs in the background are no longer the ones we have. We gave that to our friends Nance and Rick, and got a round table that fits better in that space. However, the picture was hanging out in my Dewey folder waiting to be shared, so here we go.

(Speaking of the island, I’ve challenged myself to keep it cleared off for the month of December, and that hasn’t come close to happening yet. It’s just so CONVENIENT to leave stuff there!)


2018: Pulley’s a LAYDEE.
2017: No entry.
2016: No entry.
2015: “I don’t really know any way to even lead into this, so I’ll just tell you,” Fred said. “I’ve been bitten by a squirrel.”
2014: I don’t know what’s got her all bothered, but somebody must’ve said SOMEthing.
2013: They’re smart little monkeys, is what they are.
2012: The Weeds girls go a-visitin’.
2011: Kitteh Video Saturday.
2010: Bobby, having finished his own plate, moves on down the line to see what everyone else has.
2009: I calls him “SnuffleFLOOFaGus.”
2008: No entry.
2007: Sitting in the portal, waiting for the mother ship to arrive.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.



12-3-19 Tuesday — 5 Comments

  1. I’m so sorry to hear the king is ill. Unfortunately, it’s a boon for us poor peasants since we get to see so much more of him. Wish I could give him a smoosh with love and good wishes, so I’ll just have to ride the electrons to do so. Would it be bad if I asked what the blockage was? Hair? Holiday stuff? Chipmunk bones? Bladder stone (that is a dangerous blockage, after all)? So glad you were alert enough to get it taken care of quickly.

    I’ve never donated via a blog site so maybe you can send me instructions on where to go and what to do. I’m a newbie of the worst kind. 🙁

    • It was mostly hair, with a few small pieces of a torn-up cat toy (I’d found the torn-up toy and threw it away without realizing he’d ingested some of it). Either the fur or the toy pieces probably would have passed on their own, but they combined to create a blockage. We’ve been lax in brushing him, so we’re going to be more on top of that in the future.

      It’s been a really long time since I signed up with Paypal so I don’t exactly remember all the details, but if you go to Paypal.com, they should be able to walk you through it. You’ll have to enter a credit card or bank information, I believe.

      (That said, I am truly not looking for donations, though I appreciate them.)

  2. “I challenged myself to keep it clean for a month…”. Right up there with “hey Brigitte, how about you keep the back of the couch cleared off?!!”. Now, here’s where I laugh and laugh, and Malcolm rolls his eyes and goes to the kitchen to get a snack.

    Oh how I love seeing the kittens and Uncle Khal hanging together!