I am dead of laughing.
Tag: Frances
Pitball
Frances is finally allowed back on the couch, after hurting her knee last Monday. She’s power napping, to make up for lost time.
Sasser with Tiny Teefs
Frances hurt her left knee a few days ago. She’s been on bed rest, which is not her favorite thing. Today she sat fairly straight for the first time (no side-saddle, though her knees are akimbo), so I think she’s finally feeling better. Her sasser is functioning at 100%.
In other news, I’m finally (FINALLY!) finished trawling the 1939 Register for Basquills (and all the various permutations). It ended up taking longer than I thought it would, but it filled in a lot of gaps.
Begging Beggar Dog
AKA Dinsdale Piranha.
Henry and Frances
They’re totally ridiculous.
Three Years
I can’t believe I’ve had Frances three years. It seems so much longer than that.
She got a pancake with cat food and a carrot stuck in the center, like a candle. She ate the carrot first, but I didn’t think to take video until after she’d finished it.
Pancake Day
I’m not normally one for consumery type join-ins, but IHOP says it’s National Pancake Day. I like pancakes. So.
And of COURSE Frances got to lick the bowl. I’m not a monster.
Ball
“This ball isn’t going to throw itself, lady!”
Spoons
Sometimes these two are so cute I can hardly stand it. Other times, I want to strangle them both because they’re being assholes.
That’s not news, though. What IS news is that I have finally managed to get all my archives added back to the blog. It was really bothering me that 10 years of blogging had potentially been sucked into the ether, never to be heard from again. Now it’s all been resurrected, and it’s all in one place.
Seal Pup
Dear Frances, where are your ears?
Also, I told her to kiss the Pig. And she did. I didn’t for a minute think she’d put those two things together and actually do it. Piglet was nonplussed.
red paper boat 