This is a photo of Georgia, Ripley, Allie, and Little Kitty. LK was my childhood cat and was around for the first few months of my blog but she was very sick. She now sits in a wooden box on my bedside table.
Every day you spend without a smile is a lost day.
This is a photo of Georgia, Ripley, Allie, and Little Kitty. LK was my childhood cat and was around for the first few months of my blog but she was very sick. She now sits in a wooden box on my bedside table.
This morning I bought potato salad, a bean burrito, and cookies. I'm very curious to see which of these items I actually eat for lunch.
commentsAllie loves it when I clean her ears with Q-tips. She's purrrrrrring.
commentsVoodoo doughnut. Nuff said.
commentsShhhh, don't tell anybody, but the landlord just told me there's free cable here. (Not. gonna. do. it.)
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LK says “I can has powdur cheezeburger now pleezkthxbai.”
I got a box in my livingroom with Domino in it. http://tinyurl.com/25r6gm
She does say that! In that sing-songy voice…
Aww, Domino was gorgeous in non-powder form. I’m sure Domino remains gorgeous in powder form as well.
They are SO adorable!!! You always have had the greatest pussies…
Holy cow, those girls were adorable little babies! I think it’s great you have their baby photos (the only one I don’t have is Alphonse since I got him at about 5mos & he pretty much looks the same). I’m so glad you shared those! Oh, and my Creepers Peepers is in an urn in a glass-doored cabinet on the wall in the living room.
DAWG!, :-o you are naughty.
Sour!!!!!!!!!, I am so glad to see you. Kittos are all so adorable…
Them babies are adorable. When my grandma’s cats were cremated, she was already dead (you weren’t reading my blog back then; it was my other blog) and the ashes were sprinkled all over Grandma’s yard because her living room had 3 giant windows looking out into trees and woods with lots of birds and squirrels and things that make cats happy. That was cool.
Then at Christmas that year, Mom gave me a present in the can the cats’ ashes came in. Somehow, that was significantly less cool…but still in the spirit of reuse/recycle, I guess.
OMG, what a bizarre and morbid idea- Be a crazy cat lady, but instead of the stinky house and 3 inches of poo, you can have 100 creamated cats in urns.
You still have to wear the ratty sweater and talk to yourself- and snarl at the postman. But think of the money you will save on catfood.
So… have I been a bad dawggy??? Do I get hit with the newspaper yet???
K, that is very odd. :-/ But then again I talk to the wooden box of Little Kitty…
Pat, are you implying that there is something wrong with the concept of crazy cat lady?!?!?! ;)
Dawg, I’m a hugger not a hitter. You may need to get your bad dawg thwacks from your local version of me. But you’ve most definitely been a bad dawg!!!!!!~`1!! ;)