Every morning, after morning snack time, Maxi sits by the driveway and waits for me to come out. Then she leads me to the garage and waits for me to let her in. If the day is really nice, I might make her stay outside for the day, but most days I let her do what she wants. So she’ll spend all day in the garage (which has a litter box and a bowl of water – we used to leave a bowl of food for her in there as well, but she doesn’t eat it, so we stopped), then comes out in the evening when Fred goes to fetch her. She likes her routine, that one.
2013: Starks, adopted!
2012: Percy Pickle is amazed at the money-hungry, greedy, STUPID jackassery in this world.
2011: I think Buster Burbles would be a GREAT name, and when I find my musical talent, I will totally name my ’80s cover band Buster Burbles.
2010: So many toys, so little time.
2009: Off goes my sweet boy Terry, to get his fancy new eyelips.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “See? My foot IS as big as my head!”