Logie’s in need of a good dusting.
“Spanky left his box and now it’s MY box! MINE! Bwahahahahahaha!”
“What you MEAN I gotta give it back?”
Newbery, mid-bath.
Logie (still in need of a good dusting), had just been sniffing her brother’s hindquarters, and we got the Flehmen Response as a result. Always cracks me UP.
Wee Darwin, always juuuuust out of reach.
I wish Razzie could find a way to relax.
Stinkerbelle on the mantel in the dining room, keeping an eye on those kittens.
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: “Pardon me, ma’am, may I have an ear scratch?”
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.