Do y’all know about the Pet of the Day site? They have Cat of the Day, Dog of the Day, and Pet of the Day. A new cat, dog, and pet picture – every day! I always check ’em out every day, because who wouldn’t love that?
Anyway, they’re currently having a fundraiser to raise money for hosting and computer-related costs for running the site (did I mention they’ve been there for 15 years?!), and they’d also like to spread awareness of their site. Go check out the page on how you can donate or help spread the word!
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“Go ‘way, lady,” says Angelo.
Angelo and Mariette, on the cat tree platform. Angelo has the Ears of YOU GO AWAY NOW.
Maria and Orlando, just chillin’ in that big, soft bed.
Ferdinand would like you to admire his pink toes, please.
Angelo has joined Ferdinand, and holds fast to his belief that I need to just skedaddle, thank you very much.
Maria and Orlando (particularly Maria) aren’t worried about me, though.
Orlando guffaws on the face of the idea that he would be skeered of me.
He finds that idea HI-LAIR-EE-USS.
Silly boy.
“Yep. That was funny.”
Then he decided to give Maria some room, and went over to sleep on the bottom of the cat tree.
Maria appreciated the extra room.
Over the weekend, the Players (with the exception of Angelo) lost their fear. It started with Orlando Friday night. I was sitting on the floor holding and petting Dennis, and Orlando came over to me, sniffed my arm, and then climbed into my lap. (When I reported this to Fred, he immediately went upstairs to see if Orlando would climb in HIS lap. But he wouldn’t!) Then Saturday afternoon I had all the kittens except Angelo gathered around me, rubbing up against me and rolling around on the floor, purring like crazy as I petted them. Angelo’s taking a little longer to come around, but I’m confident that he will. He just needs a little more time, obviously!
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I was taking this picture over the top of the fence. Sheriff Mama was glaring at me because I had SOME NERVE to be on the outside of the fence where she couldn’t get to me.
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Previously
2013: No entry.
2012: Oh my god! Corbie! WATCH OUT! HE’LL CRUSH YOU! Corrrrrrrrrrbieeeeeeeeeeeee!
2011: I hereby officially give up. Corbie and Reacher will not be making the journey to Petsmart again.
2010: For the first few days, the cats were literally standing in line to lay on the Ham-Mick.
2009: Rumba likes to drag the feather toy around, while Samba chases the end of the stick.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.