2009:
This year I tried to "color-coordinate" Chris's and my beads but he complained of getting too many of the share. You can kind of tell with his blue-green-gold collection. :) Ha! Who color-coordinates Mardi Gras?!?
My new totally unnecessary hobby.
2009:
This year I tried to "color-coordinate" Chris's and my beads but he complained of getting too many of the share. You can kind of tell with his blue-green-gold collection. :) Ha! Who color-coordinates Mardi Gras?!?
Ozzy? Osbourne? All I know is that there are two cats named as such, and they look exactly alike, minus the fact that one is fat and one is not. This one is not fat. But I still don't know which is which. Here's the fat one:
Obviously he has earned the affectionate nickname "Fatty." I love calling him that. Can't get enough of it.
This one's my favorite: her name is Precious. But she acts like she doesn't give two craps about me. Maybe that's why I like her so much.
My second favorite: TomTom. He's more affectionate than ANY cat I've ever met. ANY. So affectionate that he gets upset if you're petting him and you make the motion to get up to leave. He shows his displeasure by grabbing you with his paws (claws included). So no quick motions!!
This is the best pictures I have of Bucky (the orange one in the back). That sucker was on a mission to NOT get his pictures taken.
This one's KitKat. Mmmmmm, my favorite candy bar... Alas she wants nothing to do with me either. But I'm OK with that.
And then there's the dog. Bridget. Such a cutie. She's a chatterbox. Talks more than all the people in my family put together. (OK, maybe minus Wayne.) Her voice is high and despite all attempts to understand her, I have no idea what she's talking about. But she still tries.
In full effect with a cat butt in the way. I never thought I would care enough about cats to even take pictures them. It's kind of like how I feel about children. I have a soft spot for them, but I am GRATEFUL that they aren't mine. :)