Oh, sweet Buttercup. The quietest of the Royals. Always curled up in a ball or flopped over one of her siblings, sleeping. Or racing up and down the stairs at full speed. Never anywhere in between. She doesn’t have a “medium”, it’s all go-go-go or dead stop.
She has her crazy moments.
I think she is just so beautiful. Her crisp, clean white whiskers against her glossy black fur. Oh, I could stare at her for hours.
Not a fan of the vacuum cleaner; not afraid of expressing it.
I would seriously have not thought she could get to this level of floof.
And the vacuum cleaner wasn’t even turned on yet!
“I know she’s going to turn that thing on, and then I’m going to simply explode.”
“Or take a nap. One or the other.”
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PAWS UP, Y’ALL!
“Is it up? It’s up, right? I know it’s there, I’m just afraid to look.”
Ember examines her paw to make sure it’s up, y’all correctly.
“They’re up! They’re up!”
“See, Mama? They’re up!”
I’m starting to think that Puff’s paws are in a permanent state of up.
::snik:: “Yep. Still got ’em!”
Up – and reaching for his mama.
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Something about having her people in the back yard with her makes Sheriff Mama just SO happy.
She throws herself down, rolls around, and a moment later she’s up patrolling the yard again.
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Previously
2012: “Wahhhhhhhh! I am STARVIN’!!!!”
2011: No entry.
2010: So, meet Lieu.
2009: No entry.
2008: I love the Paw o’ Doom. It cracks me up.
2007: “All full up on the petting for now, thanks.”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.