(Pics from last week)
Stressing hard or hardly stressing.
Laundry inspectors on the job.
Friday evening, I went into the guest bedroom to find that Fred had let Jake in to visit with the little ones, and there was this going on:
For the record, Jake didn’t pay ANY attention to those kittens at all. But they were FREAKED.
Note that Jake is all “Oh look, a toy! ::sniff::” and the kittens are all “STRANGER DANGER!!!!!”
I don’t think it’s possible for Lucy to get any more floofed.
While Everett and Sally trade “MY GOD DO YOU SEE WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!” looks, Lucy and Harlan tail the interloper.
“FLOOF, I SAY!”
Practicing for Halloween.
Jake was just trying to partake of some kitten food, and the little ones were SO freaked out and SO “YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE, STRANGER”, that Jake finally gave up and asked to leave the room.
Sunday morning, I was coming downstairs when I heard Fred in the guest bedroom, guffawing. He called to me, and as soon as I opened the door, Jake came running out. It turned out that Fred had let Jake in again, and the kittens all did their insta-floof thing. Then Sally, who was as floofed as possible, was standing there glaring at Jake. Jake sniffed her, and she stood and glared at him. Then Jake tried to rub his head on her and she went stiff and fell over like a fainting goat.
Every time I think of her falling over, even though I didn’t see it myself, it makes me laugh out loud.
Clearly I need to get in there with the little camera and take some videos next time Jake goes visiting!
Regal Tommy.
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Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: I love how it looks like Bill is saying “That’s right, Terry, you has a toy! Good for you!
2008: I’m going to miss the brats.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.