The face of disgust kills me. “Yeah, I know. He KEEPS showing it to me. He thinks I WANT to see it. This is what I live with, day in and day out.”

River, talking. He has the whiniest little meow, he’s such a baby. How I haven’t squeezed him to death yet, I don’t know.

I just love his goofy little face.

Keeping an eye on something.

“Behind you! A ghost! Or an axe murderer! Or a dust mote! One or the other!”


Some cats like to sit IN the box. Not Joe Bob. He’s a rebel.


2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.

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