No matter what style of bowl I get for Jellybean–deep, shallow, wide, narrow–she still always manages to get cat food crumbs all over her face, sometimes way up into her ear. Then she makes her way to wherever I am and gets up on the highest space next to me and looks up at me…
..so I can clean her face.
I get a wet tissue and wipe all the schmutz off of her face, and she looks so pleased with herself during the procedure. 🙂
Tiny Clyde defends the laundry basket.
Actually he was just meowing, but the camera caught him in the most unsettling grimace.
Pete says “Happy Thursday!”
Actually it might be more like: “hey, didn’t you have a bucket of grain a second ago?”
Here is little Snowy with Barnabas. I am so disappointed that Snowy’s tiny gray “toupee” has almost faded away, but it always seems like white cats with a gray blotch on top of the head only have it for a short while.
Oops, someone let the air out of my cat.
Apologies for the late post—it has been a grueling week dealing with mailouts and dealing with people coming to cut trees and shrubs and start fixing our drainage problems in the yard as well as a lot of work. I’m in my office today catching up on a few things, and as usual I have plenty of help. Can you find him? 🙂
Yes,I know it’s an American-made holiday for booze. Still, enjoy Jellybean doing a Mexican Cat Dance!
This is a photo of one of Tastykake’s early visits to the vet in 2012. Her head was all healed up and she needed her vaccinations on this visit. As you can see, she is already the master of the guilt trip.
“Why you do this to me, Mommy?”
