8-20-21 Friday

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I was going to suggest a swag lamp until I saw the location of the hook. Maybe they screwed it into the ceiling to perplex the next owners?

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Is that hook right in line with the door? I wasn’t sure of the angle from the photo but, if it is, maybe it was for mistletoe. 😉

It’s a little to the left of the doorway (See pic below). It’s possible that it could have held a swag lamp, actually, it seems like the right location (assuming the bed was to the left of the door).

The best part is the line of holes as they searched for a solid place to put the hook.

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How does Fred like having a storm named after him? Hope he’s not getting too many “blow hard” jokes. 😉

Fred hasn’t gotten a single joke about the storm – but I have! Ha. I think sooner or later, we’ll all have a storm named after us, won’t we?

(Side note: My nephew Brian was born 30 years ago today while Hurricane Bob was passing through the Northeast. I tried my very best to get my sister to name him Bob, Bobby or Robert, but she wouldn’t go for it. Now I can’t imagine him as anything but Brian. He’s now a father of two (his second son was born just a few weeks ago.))

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Years ago, when you had that litter named after comedians, there was a little discussion about you possibly writing childrens’ books, using your photos. Books for new, very young readers, where it was more picture than words. I always thought that was a fantastic idea, and your phrase ‘I Don’t Like You; I’ll Think of a Reason Later’ totally reminded me of that! I hope that’s still an idea you kick around sometime. LOL and upon a second reading I just caught your giant slingshot comment. Now I will be thinking about cats launched cross-country today 😀

I do still kick around the idea, but obviously haven’t done more than that. (And I have to confess, I Don’t Like You; I’ll Think of a Reason Later was inspired by the country song I’ll Think of a Reason Later by Lee Ann Womack.)

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A Tia Teriyaki and her banana.


Sofia Soy Sauce in the sun.


The whole bunch of them – even Molly Marinara, there in the back.


Theo Pesto, staring into space. Oh, that boy.


Molly ignoring the babies, while they try their best to get to the milk bar.


Sofia Soy Sauce is all “He’s always hogging the milk bar. Give someone else a chance, wouldya?”


Christopher Chutney gives Sofia Soy Sauce a hug (and maybe a kick in the butt.)


Christopher Chutney’s letting it all hang out.


And Franco Fondue puts the ol’ chomperoo on Alfie Alfredo.


“What? He deserved it!”


Alfie Alfredo retreated to the safety of the ham-mick.


Hannah Hollandaise is clearly posing for her school picture.

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Newt loves to sleep in this corner of the bathroom because when he snores it echoes off the wall.

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Tia Teriyaki enjoys a good #Thlurrrpsday thlurrrp.


I guess you could say Theo Pesto was a little overexcited about that feather teaser (Sofia Soy Sauce’s face is cracking me up.) (That’s Franco Fondue, Christopher Chutney, and Tia Teriyaki looking on. And a bit of Alfie Alfredo’s ear!)


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That toy – a crocheted blue “cat” Fred made last year – is Christopher Chutney’s favorite toy and he is NOT sharing.


In honor of #Thlurrrpsday, Hannah Hollandaise shows off her thlurrrping form. Nice job, Hannah!


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I don’t want to spoil what happens, so just watch it. I never expected it would happen, to be honest, I figured that ship had sailed.


Molly Marinara, having made sure all her kittens are clean, shows off her thlurrrping form. It is #Thlurrrpsday, after all!


Good night innernets. (Molly Marinara)

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Previously
2020: Covered in kittens. (Porthos, d’Artagnan, Aramis and Planchet)
2019: Katriane loves any toy with feathers on it.
2018: Bethel and Calais, scheming on how to get their paws on the feather teaser.
2017: Nothing says “love” like an eviscerated cricket all over the kitchen followed by a live cicada. Thanks, Dewey!
2016: No entry.
2015: No entry.
2014: Here’s Marshall, on the cat tower, staring at the ceiling and having Deep Thoughts.
2013: “I don’t think he wants to play. He’s kinda rude.”
2012: Not even 12 hours in the cage for that sweet girl!
2011: (Obviously I need to speak in code from here on out, lest the little faker get wind of what’s coming.)
2010: Morning sunshine = Bookworms fightin’ time!
2009: “Wah! Make him stop messing with my taaaaaaaaail!”
2008: So Fred said “Well, they can’t ALL be your favorite, and besides we agreed we wouldn’t be keeping any of them.”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.

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