Tag: cats

Piglet

Polly

Sometimes I wish I knew what goes on in her little head.

My last fish died, just a couple of days after Franny tore her ACL. It was like the start of a really pitiful country song. I don’t miss the fish so much as I miss the gurgling, splashing sound from the filter. I buried Fishstick under my butterfly bush, but it took me a few days to get around to cleaning out the aquarium. Not two minutes after I’d done so, and had it propped upside down in the tub to drain, Piglet was on the scene and looking for a way to get inside it. Brat.

A little test to see if I can copy the HTML code from the FlickStackr app and use it to post photos with the Blogger app. It’s a little clunky, but maybe preferable to uploading photos to Blogger. This way, you can view larger sizes, if you want.

(Turns out, you cannot do that. The Blogger app doesn’t understand HTML. Alas.)

Piglet hiding under a rug. Why? Only Piglet knows.

(Yes, he goes batshitcrazy for dog biscuits. He is weird, yo.)

Polly

She’s soft and round and sweet, and she has the tiniest little meow you’ve ever heard.

Could she get any cuter? No, I do not think so.

I got some cheap-ass winter boots that came in a box with an attached lid. I put the crumpled tissue paper that was stuffed inside the boots in the box, and was going to recycle it all, but Piglet has other ideas. He’s sitting in the box, with the lid closed, and when anyone gets too close he pops out and smacks them with his paw.