I love this thread!
At the park on 10/28:
On the way into the first day of preschool with Wes (10/29):
"Growth is inevitable and desirable, but destruction of community character is not. The question is not whether your part of the world is going to change. The question is how." -- Edward T. McMahon, The Conservation Fund
Here's my 14-y.o.son Conner and my 91-yr old mom, taken two days ago during her visit.
So how does a perfectly normal cat owner acquire three of them, and head down the path to Crazy Cat Lady?
Kitto was a kitten soliciting friends at the base of a hill at a bicycle tour in upstate New York. Her caregiver said, "take her home. She was dumped at my son's fishing hole last week, and we already have three cats." That was fifteen years ago. She's become a sleep-under-the-covers heat-seeking bony kitty.
Blanche was born in my father's garage five years ago. (He's a cat collector...long crazy story.) I'd been waiting for someone to come along to be a buddy for Kitto. Blanchie is a talker, and appointed herself to be my alarm clock.
This guy was a stray outside my last apartment move last year. He was extremely friendly, just wanted to a lap to sit on. I posted his availability on many message boards, but when it got cold I brought him in, fixed him up. (This pic does not clearly show his massive feet with the extra thumbs.)
Kitto's still adjusting to Thumbsie, and Blanche is his best play buddy. (Hint: get the dollar store fabric tunnel.)
RJ has posted a pic of my big boy Tigger but here is one that really reveals the extent of his over-eating:
Last edited by Zoning Goddess; 25 Mar 2008 at 5:10 PM.
That is some sumo cat.
Love all the new cat pics! Kitto looks like she's rolling in catnip... that crazed look and bizarre pose.
ZG, your Tigger picture should be entered in a Caption Contesttm.
Since cats appear to be in the spotlight, allow me to introduce Tazz and Domino.
Faithful readers should recall the story, a couple years ago, of the cat who disappeared in early February (northern Ohio winter temperatures very much a "happening") and was gone for a month or so. We found him hiding in the neighbor's garage, very skinny.
He is back to being a big cat, although it doesn't show a lot in this photo.
Kitto was my introduction to the tuxedo kitty. Found one (on the internet) for my newly-widowed father, and "Supercat" is his best buddy. Follows him around like a dog. The breed (flavor) seems to have a very gentle personality.
Here is my cat... well, actually it is my daughter dressed as a cat, for halloween. Since my husband is allergic to cats, no cat pets for us.
And here is my daughter a couple months ago, when she received our chihuahua, Tuco, for a birthday present from my parents.
RJ and my cats are not overly fond of each other. The big boy we've posted pics of, Tigger, will amble into a room and sit down and look at me, look at RJ, and look back at me with the plaintive "Meow..." like he's choosing... So we sure were surprised when he plopped down on the couch next to RJ this afternoon. I was more surprised when I saw this:
I'm on the left, camping at Saugatuck, MI last year.
Pooch has since been shaved.
Chet you didn't plan camping in MI around the laefest? I am so disappointed....
These are the daughters (14 on the left) (16 on the right) living at home
and my youngest brother at the Garth Brooks Concert.
The 16 yr old has her "Save second base" tee shirt on. Have you heard about those?
It is all a matter of perspective!!!
The two of us for my birthday some months ago. Still sorting over the most recent Disney trip pics for some good ones
"They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety." Ben Franklin
Remember this motto to live by: "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO- HOO what a ride!'"
My little giant that just turned two a couple weeks ago:
When Jesus said "love your enemies", he probably didn't mean kill them.
two of my furry babies. the cat thinks he's a dog. mrroof!
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. -Martin Luther King Jr.
Habanero, your daughter is precious .