Pretty, pretty Tricki.
Tricki with ‘tude.
Toto, having Deep Thoughts.
Have I mentioned how much I love that John Smith’s eyes match his fur?
Bunnie would like to know why I’m wayyyyyy over here when she’s requiring some pettin’.
“You gonna sit down and pet us, lady, or what?”
“Ooh! She has a free hand that could be pettin’ ME.”
Toto, atop the scratcher. He sure does like to stand up there.
“Only when I’m not being petted, lady. Or licking your hands.”
Little poser.
And the second after I took this picture, Toto landed on John Smith, who didn’t take kindly to being treated like a gymnastic equipment, and a half-hearted slapping match ensued.
I am actually taking Toto and Bunnie to Petsmart this morning instead of waiting until Friday morning. There are adoption hours tonight, and it actually works out better with my schedule (I have errands to run in that direction), so off they go! Tricki and John Smith will be here ’til room opens up for them, too – who knows when that will be? We’ll see!
If Livia, Tony, Melfi, Bunnie and Toto could please get themselves adopted this weekend, that would be great! (It’s good to dream big, right?)
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I just love it so very much when cats sit there with the end of their tongue sticking out, all “Wha? Wha tho funny? Why you laughin’?”
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Previously
2013: I should rename him Baleful Beans.
2012: I went a little astray from my original idea, but when I was done, I laughed and laughed like a big dork.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Humans are just so stupid, that’s the way they is made.
2007: I think it’s possible that Newt, who is Not Our Cat, might end up becoming an inside cat. (HA – ya THINK, 2007 Robyn? You really think he might? Here’s an update: he spends 99.999% of his time inside, piled up in an overstuffed cat bed like a big ol’ slug.)
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.