8-31-10

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Okay, take a deep breath. Take my hand. We’ll get through this together, I promise.

Bolitar and Rhyme are off to the adoption center later today. Room has come available, and it’s time for the first two to go. I know, I know. I don’t want them to go, either. But it’s time. Don’t think of this as a sad time – think of it as a happy time! They’re going off to find their forever homes!

(Don’t think I won’t be crying like a great big baby when I leave them there.)


Bolitar and Corbett get in some snuggling.


Something does not agree with Reacher, it appears.


Oh, they just drive me NUTS when they do this. Just stroooooll out there like they’re supposed to be out there! Roll around on the concrete, chew some grass, and give me the looks like “What?”


Rhyme spies a chicken through the fence.


I don’t even remember what was going on here, but Rhyme, up in the air, makes me laugh and laugh.

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Marty loves chewing on a good straw.


Miss Melodie, relaxing.


Note, please, that Martin does not seem to be too impressed by Melodie’s foot defense action, here.

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Sheriff Mama takes a moment to relax.

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Previously
2009: This is how the kittens feel about Mondays.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: He just sat there and gave me this look like “I will never yawn for you again, so save it, woman.”, then started falling asleep while sitting up.

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