TJ — that’s pretty funny. I don’t think there’s any relation here, though. Teh 0wch, you know. Not so healthy for inflateables.

squeak, only *twice* a day? You don’t know addictive yet.

This site is, indeed, totally addictive. I find myself checking twice a day! Yiiii! And it’s not just the great cute photos, but the sense of community that I love.
Youall rock!

so what you’re saying is that when shakespeare said we were “as flies to the gods”, he was wrong because the flies ARE the gods. does that mean there will be a james and the giant peach style heaven?

Your cat will change… he will start going out at night in winter wearing no coat. Then whenever he meets his mates they’ll all be wearing YSL shirts but in different colours. then when he says miah instead of meeeeaaaoooowww you know you’re sunk m’duck. (i’m northern but live on south coaast now)

Theo – you might want to check to see if the rest of Mr. Bounce is moonlighting, and has just left a dummy tail poking out from behind the curtains…
http://www.mrbounce.net/

Oh thank God. Cuteoverload is back up!

Stripes and dots, muzzlepuff for the use of, are present and correct at this time.

Lilie – not familiar with the story you mentioned. Mind you, I fimly believe that Mr. Bailey was more prescient than he knew when he talk about being human slaves of an insect nation.
Lots of places, but most recently LS4 – before than, NW10 and SW17, which is where I met the entity known as Mac The Cat, who appeared one night through the Tooting mists and moved in as if he’d always lived there. Who was I to argue? He doesn’t seem to have minded the move oop noorth – apparently the mice up here aren’t quite as streetwise (although they do have a penchant for flat caps), so they’re easier to play his own variation of Squish with (similar to squash, but messier). The rules seem fairly straightforward: grab the mouse with one paw, and swat the snot out of it. If it bounces off the wall or the step, it’s 1 point. When the mouse has come to rest, crouch no closer than 6″ from it. When it starts moving, let it run/stagger to the end of the path, and smack it again. The game ends when the swat results in dismemberment of the mouse, or a sticky patch at exactly the right place on the top step so that when I open the door to get the milk I step in it in my bare feet. I haven’t yet worked out a scenario where the mouse wins, but I’m sure it’s in the rules somewhere.

All my candy dots and taffy stripes are in order.

I have one blue stripe, and a row of purple and blue dots. But not the yellow and green (?) stripes of yore.

EO, I was at a baseball game last week, and I found out afterwards that the weather broke a temperature record at Coors Field. It was 97 degrees…

Plain ol’ whitespace. Dang! And I actually *tried* to sneak a peak at work and got the exceeding bandwidth message. I nearly cried.

TheLuna, Trish, Pigalette, Howdy! You’re right about the heat, TL. Not so high temp in houston, but the MUG fills the air here. Was out at a couple of baseball games this past weekend and was dripping.

Was worth it though! Go OWLS!