Sleepy Molly would prefer that I get my goddamn camera out of her face. Now. Before she cuts me. Crappy picture, weird lighting, but that’s what Sundays look like around here. Ever wonder why we seem reluctant to meet you for lunch? Now you know. That’s five kitties, four on the bed, one on the [...]
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Look, an enormous kitty! We went to the Akron Zoo last weekend, and they have three jaguar cubs on display. This one was captivated by the swaying of my camera cord and tried to bat at it through the glass. N’awww. It’s Sunday night–have pictures of cats! I’m told that the internet loves cats. This works out well, since obviously I love cats, too. I was just telling Nick that it’s fortunate he’s a cat person, since I don’t think that I could’ve married a dog person. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike dogs, it’s [...] Sleepy Louise kitty. I have to admit that I’m sympathetic to Louise’s very, very lazy approach to life. I feel like this week has gone on forever, and I’m hoping that on Saturday we’re able to just hole up and not do things. I suspect, of course, that this will not be quite how it [...] He’s called Charlie, because he looks just like Lola. (Further reading, if you don’t get the reference.) It was a compromise–I wanted to call him George, but Maura was lobbying for Twinkles. So, uh, hey, look, a kitty! Lookit the stupid sleepy kitty! I actually have a bunch of things that I mean to post about, but for the moment, hey, have a picture of a cat! I’m told that people like that sort of thing around here. Maura’s been with my mom for the last week, and it’s been–I feel horrible saying [...] |
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