Usually when Charlie spends time in the foster room, he wanders around the room for a bit and then ends up in the ham-mick. He LOVES that thing (though only in the foster room – he ignores the one in my bedroom) and obviously thinks of it as his own. Yesterday morning, though, he wandered around the room a little too long and…
In the end, I put a second ham-mick together, but by then Charlie was too ticked off and he stomped to the door and wailed until I let him out.
(You guys were totally hoping there’d be a picture of the two of them sharing the ham-mick, weren’t you? Ha! Nope.)
2020: Haaaave you met Isabella?
2019: No entry.
2018: “Whatchoo MEAN ‘child support’?”
2017: She’ll be 10 in April which is not by any means OLD, but it’s certainly oldER and technically she’s in the senior category now.
2016: Extreme Ears of Annoyance.
2015: I swear she must be half monkey.
2014: No entry.
2013: No entry.
2012: Giving me the side eye to see if I’m impressed (I’m not).
2011: How tiny IS Tiny Alice?
2010: M’Lynn the skittish.
2009: It wasn’t until after she put her glasses on that Samba realized she’d been whispering sweet nothings to a water bottle all evening long.
2008: No entry.
2007: Possibly if I stopped buying toys for the cats there wouldn’t be such an issue with them scattered everywhere, but I guess cat toys is my other illness.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.