Sofia Soy Sauce keeps an eye on the office door just in case someone’s sneaking up behind me when I’m at my desk. (The only someone who ever shows up in that doorway is Fred, and she announces his arrival by stretching and squeaking.)
Sofia and Theo are headed home today!!!
Theo Pesto, sitting in the back of my closet purring. He is such a little goober!
Wild times in the kitten room. Zoom zoom zoom!
2020: LADY WE IS STARVING: A play in 3 acts.
2019: Fleur’s thinking of giving him the ol’ Floof Suit treatment, and he just wants to go outside.
2018: “Keeping an eye on you, lady.”
2017: Dismal, rainy day – no better time to snuggle up with Mama!
2016: Happy Thlurrrpsday, y’all!
2015: “Pow, lady. Right in the kisser!”
2014: Her name is Catelyn, and she is floofily fabulous.
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: I called my father the “PaParazzi” and then laughed and laughed at my hilarity (the grandkids all call him PaPa.)
2010: And Miz Poo smacked him with the Paw o’ Doom.
2009: Her daughter was holding a box. Of kittens. Tiny kittens.
2008: “Is that… are they EATING something?”
2007: No entry.
2006: I hope you people who wanted to know what happens when Maddy’s sleeping on the printer and I need to print something out are happy, because you’re all going to hell.
2005: There is nothing on god’s green earth that makes Sugarbutt happier than eating.