Here are the last of the Adele and Pink pictures – well, unless I take some more today! I’ll be headed off to Petsmart with them this evening, and hopefully they’ll go home soon (and preferably together). I had originally told Susan that I thought they should go into separate cages, because Adele can get pretty rough and I didn’t want Pink to be bullied. Then I watched them playing yesterday morning, and realized that Pink can very well hold her own. Also, Adele really REALLY doesn’t like to be alone, so I think having Pink in the cage with her will help keep her calm.
Floomp, sound asleep. And yes, that is a bit of tongue sticking out of her mouth. Silly girl!
Just so PLEASED with herself. Spanky used to give me this exact look when he was feeling pleased.
Alice (on the washstand) is all “Oh, is she LEAVING? Why, that’s a pity. I’ll miss her so.”
Smug little Pink.
Floomp’s toe floof. Isn’t that amazing?
Floomp hoped that sitting too close to Dennis would cause him to wake up and vacate that window bed so she could claim it for herself. Didn’t work, though; Dennis slept on.
The Squeezy Eyes of Lurve.
Adele points the Ears of Annoyance at Pink, who has the upper paw.
Pink, in Alice’s favorite bed. Alice was in a STATE the other night – Pink was in her favorite bed and Archie and Stefan were in the beds on the dining room table. I finally had to move Pink so Alice could have her bed back.
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The Coaches – especially Levine, at least on this day – are big fans of the feather teaser.
BIG fans.
Stefani is usually right in the middle, leaping for the teaser with wild abandon (see the video below), but she must have been sleepy this day.
That Levine, such a little showboat.
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Video! The Coaches, bouncing up after the feather teaser (on a different day than the day the pictures above were taken). They sure do love that thing, have I mentioned?
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King Nubbs (aka Pharrell) is doing well. He sure does purr like crazy.
He also loves a good belly rub!
Pretty, pretty boy.
Sunday night I put him in my bathroom for the night, so he’d have more room to run around. I was super careful when I set the bathroom up for him – I put the trash can outside the room, I put towels in the tub and outside the tub, so he could get into the tub if he wanted, and out if he preferred that. I set up his little cave with his stuffed kitty for company. I put all the bottles that usually sit around the sink in the sink so that if he got up there, he couldn’t knock stuff onto the floor.
When I walked into the bathroom the next morning, he had helpfully pointed out that I’d forgotten to tuck the end of the toilet paper roll in. He’d gleefully strewn an entire roll from one end of the bathroom to the other, and then made a nest and napped in it. Such a benevolent, helpful king.
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I love that pretty girl, but she sure does have the flat, dead Tony Soprano eyes. (That’s Maxi, in case you didn’t already know.) (And funny enough, I mentioned that at the end of 2010’s post, too. So basically, nothing has changed!)
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Previously
2015: Bowl full o’ Lizzy.
2014: No entry.
2013: No entry.
2012: So to summarize: I was right and Fred never listens to me, even though I am ALWAYS right. The end.
2011: The Bradys meet Alice.
2010: “Okay, right. Funny. HILARIOUS. Now PUT ME DOWN.”
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.