In the pic of Mooch, not quite knowing what was going on with the nip: the cat in the foreground is cracking me up.
Gilbert was having a GOOD time!
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Could you repost that chart you made showing the relationships between the Gen Pop cats in your house, with categories like ‘loves,’ ‘likes,’ ‘tolerates,’ ‘hates,’ ‘has no use for,’ ‘WEIRDLY OBSESSED WITH,’?
Ooh! Since the household has grown, you could update it!
Here it is (click on the picture to go to a larger version at Flickr).
There’s also a link to that chart over there in the sidebar, under the permanent residents’ link (I’m calling it a compatibility chart). I’ll see if I can get it updated before next Friday. (That means it’s not updated from last time I did it, thus Dennis isn’t included.)
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You said you’ve pickled your garden vegetables before, right? What method do you use for pickling things like jalapeno peppers? I’ve wanted to try it but I’d love to get some tips from someone who has actually done it before!
I have only made sweet pickled jalapenos – these – which I hear are good on sandwiches and burgers and possibly in egg salad. I also dehydrate them, and use them in stews and chilis during the winter. Most often, though (and the main reason I grow them), I make jalapeno jelly. (If y’all have never had jalapeno jelly, you MUST give it a try. I’m the wimpiest of wimps when it comes to spicy stuff – I like to say that water’s too spicy for me – and jalapeno jelly is not the slightest bit hot, believe me. It is SO good!)
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“He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s prettyyyy”. Is this a nod to the Real Housewives of New York?
It certainly is! I watch all the Housewives franchises except for Miami, because those women scare the bejeebers out of me.
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So I have to ask, why is there a medicine cabinet in the dining room?
Because the medicine cabinets in the bathrooms are far, far too small and the kitchen cabinet where we were keeping everything was just a big ol’ messy pain, so Fred built a simple cabinet and we put it in a central-ish location.
The outside (picture from 2008).
The inside. Obviously we like to keep stocked up on band-aids!
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The way Grant is standing makes him look like a kitten-giraffe hybrid.
Ha – it certainly does! That boy has a long, skinny neck, doesn’t he?
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So I see those spike-y mats next to Jake really keeps kittens from walking over it.
I know, right? The kittens are so light that the spikes don’t really bother them. The adults find them uncomfortable, though, and that’s who they’re really supposed to deter. I’ve had that recliner since January of this year and THUS FAR it hasn’t been sprayed. I should probably mention that in the last several months the spraying has mostly stopped (YAY), but I’m keeping those mats there because you can NEVER be too safe.
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Grant has a think.
Gilbert needs a kiss.
I love Marshall’s crinkled whiskers. He looks like he’s been using a crimping iron on them.
“I’m the king of the tree. You can’t get any higher than this!”
Blaster will be your kitty yoga instructor today.
Gilbert, hangin’ with Dennis, Tommy and Miz Poo.
“I still don’t see it. It looks like a cloud to me.”
“No see, the tail is THERE, and then if you squint a little bit that part looks like fire. It’s totally a dragon!”
Grant fits just perfectly on that platform.
Marshall’s concerned little face over there on the bed is killing me. “It’s INSANE. He’s NEVER going to be able to reach that!”
“I gots dis.”
“Give. Me. THAT.”
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Sugarbutt, checking out the tree. “I could totally climb that tree if I wanted to. But I don’t.”
Checking out the view.
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Previously
2013: “Iiiiiiiiiii am just a poor wee babyyyyyyy!”
2012: “I am smart enough, I din’t need no tutoring!”
2011: It’s sad, how tense Ciara is.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Kittens, fighting.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.