Look what happened Tuesday night!
Yay, Maria! That leaves Orlando, Angelo, and Mariette still at Petsmart. Hopefully they’ll all go home SOON.
Throwback Thursday: Spot.
This picture is from shortly after we moved into this house. We didn’t have the fence up around the back yard, and so the cats weren’t allowed outside. This is Spot’s “This is not fair, lady” face. (Bonus photobomb from Mister Boogers’s tail.)
We, unfortunately, don’t have any kitten pictures of him. He was a kitten long before digital cameras, and Fred didn’t take many pictures with a film camera (I… actually don’t think he HAD a film camera.)
Spot was a super skittish boy for most of his life. But once he reached a certain age, it was like he thought “I’m not dead yet. Maybe strangers won’t hurt me!” and while he wouldn’t seek attention from strangers, he also wouldn’t run and hide.
2013: “…three…four…five. Okay, there really ARE five. No matter how many times I count. It’s just… I don’t remember HAVING five. I only remember four. Maybe this is what they mean when they say you forget the pain of childbirth. Maybe you forget the actual one you’re birthing, too. I wish I’d forgotten birthing that one with the big head. That pain I can live without remembering.”
2012: “I whip it real good!”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Look, I made a video to share the pain!
2008: “Hey. Where’d THOSE come from?!”
2007: “Squirrels do love cashews, Bob.”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.