A can full o’ Marshall! What more could you want?
This boy cracks me up.
Blaster, checkin’ things out.
Crossed-arms Blaster. SO CUTE.
Marshall, ready for nappin’ time.
Marshall, nursing on the edge of my shirt.
Grant thinks this Stephen King guy makes some tasty books.
“Dog-hair cat toy! I’ve been LOOKING for one of these!”
“Hey. Who’s THAT?”
Grant checks out the mirror situation.
“That looks like a WAY better room! How do I get in THERE?”
Sweet, flirty Marshall.
“Gurrrrrl, you did NOT just say there’s no snack tonight. Don’t make me start a riot!”
What happens if you accidentally leave a roll of paper towels where kittens can get hold of it? Lots of fun! (For them, anyway.) Presented at 2x speed, because it’s funnier that way.
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What Stefan does 23 hours and 50 minutes a day (though not ALWAYS in that location or position.)
The other 10 minutes of every day, he chases gum balls (from the zillions of Black Gum trees on our property), watches squirrels, and brings (live, unhurt) baby bunnies into the house. It’s a full life, is what I’m saying.
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Previously
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: “GIVE US THE COOKIES!”
2010: No entry.
2009: “Where’d my tail go?”
2008: Truly, how can you resist that goofy little face?
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Apparently Mia’s not allowed to use the litter box without his snoopervision.