I don’t know what was going on on the floor, but it was a sight to see, apparently.
“Whoa, whoa, WHOA, lady. Did I tell you you could rub the belleh? DID I?”
“Well, I’m feeling generous today. You go ahead.”
Garfunkel, playing the role of the observer today.
He certainly does LURVE that basket.
Watchin’ his bro from a safe place.
Eye on the prize.
::JUMP::
Baff time.
The boys are off to Petsmart this evening. I would like to think that they’ll get snatched up immediately, but I expect that it’ll take them a couple of days to adjust to being at Petsmart. I know that the cleaners and adoption counselors will give them extra attention and love, so I know they’ll be okay. I’ll be spending the day snuggling them as much as possible, though, in hopes that it helps with the transition.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nap time collage!
Left row, from the top down: Sugarbutt on the kitchen floor; Alice on the heated bed in the computer room; Miz Poo on my bed.
Middle row: Maxi on Fred’s desk; Dennis on the back yard patio (so, not really napping I guess); Archie atop the kitchen cabinets; Tommy on the window bed in my room.
Right row: Newt on the bed to the left of my monitor; Joe Bob atop the Room with a View in the computer room; Sheriff Mama (Kara) atop the dryer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Previously
2014: Sights from around a slightly snowy Crooked Acres.
2013: “Is that the Bat signal again? It’s not, is it? I wanted to take a nap!”
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I love our cats – foster and otherwise – but sometimes I could happily toss all of them in the back yard, bid them adieu, and shut the door FOREVER.
2007: Fred said the other day “I think Joe Bob might be the epitome of a gaum”, and he SO is
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.