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Poor Joe Pickle. He was just snoozing, minding his own business, and Polly climbed up and started chomping on him.

Then she headed further up the tree to chomp on Percy.

Petey and Tony Magoo, fighting. Apparently Magoo is not terribly tasty.

He looks SO much like Jake here!

Percy is just the sweetest boy.

Joe, Polly, and Magoo, hanging out on my bed.

Checking out the ceiling fan…

Percy’s all “What’s going on up here?!”

When released into Gen Pop, all kittens eventually end up on the stack of papers on my desk. Apparently they’re quite tasty.

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After a brief nose-to-nose with Percy Pickle, Purslane was a bit perturbed.

“That was a lil bit skeery.”

So she went to her safe place.

Then she saw Dandelion lurking around on the floor, and Purslane went meerkat for a moment.

“Did I not make myself clear? There is NO ROOM for sisters up here!”

“Now shoo!”

“Go ‘way!”

And she watched as Dandelion did as she was told.

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This is the cat tree in my bedroom. Sometimes it lives in the foster room, sometimes (especially when I’ve got little ones in the foster room who might poop on the base because they might not be 100% on the litter box thing) I move it back into my room. When it’s in my room, it gets plenty of action from the permanent residents. Miz Poo likes to hang out in the condo. At night, Sugarbutt likes to jump up on the top and survey his kingdom.


2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: “TERRY,” I said. “I thought I was your true love! I thought you loved me best, and now you’re laying in her arms like you could just lay there forever!”
2008: Sights from around Crooked Acres.
2007: “Oh lord, how much more must a poor kitteh suffer? How much longer, lord?”
2006: Maddy loves the belly rubs.
2005: No entry.



9-18-12 — 26 Comments

  1. Simba used to be the master of the tall cat tree in the foster room… which is why it’s now in the foster room. Brat took swipes at the top of my head whenever I walked past it.

    I really think that judgy, grumpy face of Purslane’s would be perfectly cast as the new Inspector Stompers. Has she made her way to the kitchen yet?

    • I can see her as the worry wart assistant in the kitchen: “Are you sure that’s the right amount?” “Hasn’t that pot boiled long enough?” “Did the recipe really call for that?” “I don’t think that looks like the picture in the cookbook at all!” 🙂

        • Which makes me think in turn of my stepson who went to culinary school. My hubby and I went to visit my family on Sunday, and my mom gave us a bag of pears and another bag of garlic from my brother’s garden.

          We came home, and stepson came downstairs because he was curious as to where we’d gone. He expressed curiosity about the bags of pears and garlic, and hubby told him, “You have to create a dish using just these two ingredients!” Stepson just gave hubby a LOOK.

  2. Purslane makes me smile every time I see her. And that end of her tail … I wish I lived closer and had room for her.

  3. Was it on here that someone referred to a tail-tip coloration like Purslane’s as a “tail light?” That’s what I think of every time I look at her.

  4. Sweet little Purslane and her teenie little tortietude. I have a tortie with orange eyebrows, my Jasper. She is also very good at looking worried and disapproving. I am glad to see Purslane developing the full set of eyebrow skills.

  5. Can I have Purslane – please? I just love her sweet little face and although all of your kittens are so very cute, she just stops me dead in my tracks every time I see her.

    I’m sure she would be very happy to live in Delaware.

  6. Poor Miss. Purslane looks like she’s got the weight of the entire world on her tiny little shoulders.