Tag: cats
Sleeping Henry
It’s almost inpossible to get photos of Henry sleeping. She has a sixth sense about cameras and wakes up whenever I point one at her.
Polly
It’s laundry day, and nothing attracts a cat like an empty laundry basket. I have no idea what that expression is about, but I havent laughed this hard in ages.
Neighborhood Watch
I was out in the garden, checking out the flowers, and looked up to see I was being watched. As soon as he saw that I saw him, Piglet tried to pretend he wasn’t spying on me.
Kittehs of Destiny
It’s not just Caturday. Today is also Henry’s and Polly’s got day. I cant believe I’ve had them six years. That just doesn’t seem possible. they were horrid, rotten, bad kittens, but they grew up into pretty fabulous cats. and who knew that Henry would be such a dog lover?
Inspectors 9 And 10
My mom gave me one of her sea chests. The cats thoroughly inspected it after I brought it in from the car.
The plan is to paint it some sort of tealy, turquoisy, bluey colors. Of course.
"Are you there, Ceiling Cat? It’s me, Henry."
La colère petite
I love how he throws himself into the flop position when he realizes I won’t let him explore under the fir tree. Other than that, he quite enjoyed his snow adventure. He only decided he wanted to go back inside when the neighbor’s Weimaraner came flying out their patio door.
EEEEBOOOOLAAAAA!
Paw
Piglet likes to hold hands. And by hold hands, I mean he likes to put his paw on you and hold you down. Preferably while sitting on your chest, so you can’t breathe.
red paper boat 