I see your angry kitty and raise you an evil kitty.
He’s not really evil and now lives on the inside.
I see your angry kitty and raise you an evil kitty.
He’s not really evil and now lives on the inside.
And the tail wrapped.
It is important if you want to land on your own feet!
Gremlin simultaneously engages in “please pet” and “no touchy” all the time.
Kitten update. It’s so fun watching them progress. At first, they could only use the bottom 2 shelves of the cat tree, and it was scary watching them try to get down if they went any higher. Now all 3 have made it all the way to the top and frolicked on the above-door shelf at least once. For scale, top kitty is 6’5” high right here:
The funny climb down one of them uses:
And then this:
THE WHITE BIRCH PAINTED ON THE WALL!!!
(Yes, complete sentence.)
I keep thinking I’ll add birds to the tree, or ferns at ground level, but never get around to it.
Today’s pic is titled, “They look so innocent when they sleep.”
Update on Dulce, Ripley and Charlie…
Dulce is doing fine on Prednisone. Her breathing is better, but she 's still a little more “oozy” than I am from nasal polyps. Still, she can actually sleep now, and it’s made a difference.
Charlie, while adorably handsome, is as dumb as a bag of hammers.
Ripley (and Pastel) right after I found her sleeping in the drying rack. Pastel is patiently waiting for me to make some drips come out of the faucet.
“You got any games on your phone, lady?”
HO…LEE…SHITE!
that is a frikkin killer NOPE bird! no f’n way i’m not curled up fetal on the sand under the chair when mr. murder-me Kevin cassowary just strolling by.
files under “cartoons I would definitely watch”.
Around here we call that “storing up the naughties”.
Erratum.
The other day I posted a pic of three chicks. I misidentified them as Great Kiskadees chicks. Today I learned they are actually Rufous-bellied thrush chicks. The owner of the window said it is the 4th time they make a nest there. Today he also said they were visited by a Toucan, but I missed this one.
Is that the goose game but with cassowaries instead?
It’s a lovely morning in the village, and you are a six-foot-tall murderbird with knives for toes.