Out for a Walk
Posted in picspam on Sep 1st, 2010
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Fire Bad, Tree Pretty
Posted in cats, picspam, tribulations on Aug 31st, 2010
My brain is totes fried (note to self: write posts in the morning), so I’m going to give you the best thing I’ve currently got: a picture of Oliver on a leash.
Whatever, you know you love it.
This postcard from my dear friend Cassidy LOOKS innocent enough…
But if you’ll look behind the cut (something you should only do if no bosses or children are present), you’ll see that it’s really, really, REALLY not.
Why Do I Feel Like I’m Being Stalked?
Posted in cats, picspam, tribulations on Aug 25th, 2010
Well, because it’s a side effect of BEING STALKED.
Oliver is…not adjusting so well to being dragged cross-country. He’s actually attacked me–twice–and bitten George. True, he was “provoked” in both cases (we grabbed him by his scruff to prevent him from eating his sister, and he took exception to that), but still. It’s very unlike him.
And [...]
Size Matters
Posted in cats, picspam, travel, tribulations on Aug 16th, 2010
George and I gave the comfort of the cats a lot of thought when we were about to travel cross-country; I mean, if you’re going to be stuck in a box for four days, it should be a nice box, yanno? All that thought led us to one conclusion: we could NOT take the cats [...]
Why Does Uncle Cupcake Hate Hank the Cat?
Posted in cats, oddities, personal, picspam, travel, tribulations on Aug 13th, 2010
For most of my life, I’ve lived in the part of the South that is also part of the East Coast, which has meant that none of my extended relatives have been anywhere near me. So when George and I were driving across the country to get to Tucson (PS: we made it! I’ll start [...]
He did that. For HOURS. And that is why I love him.
I love thunderstorms. It’s kind of a survival tactic, because I grew up in the South and if I didn’t love thunderstorms, I would’ve been one sad, sad redneck. You cannot get through a Southern summer without at least 10,000 storms tearing down tree limbs, knocking out power, and generally misbehaving all over the place. [...]
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