“Shall I run across the room like a little lunatic, or shall I take a nap? Decisions, decisions.”
The thousand yard stare kittens get when they’re in the litter box always makes me laugh.
Rhyme sniffs the kibble (and then he promptly walked through it).
Reacher and Corbett: Brudderly love.
I love it when they flail around with their mouths open. Makes me laugh.
“What babies? No babies here. Just takin’ a bath.”
Pretty Stinkerbelle in the sun.
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Previously
2009: The Seven, named.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.