Darling, it’s lovely to see you. Now if you will excuse me I must attend to my Caturday duties.
From the monthly archives: June 2011
Simon’s Cat, Household Archaeologist
In today’s episode, Simon’s cat unearths rare artifacts of the lost Frigidaire tribe.
Pierre in the Pansies
Prancing in the Pansies
By the window, that is where I’ll be
Come prancing through the pansies with me
Oh, prancing in the garden
By the garden of the willow tree
And prance through the pansies with me

Knee deep in flowers we’ll stray
We’ll keep the showers away
And if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight
Will you pardon me?
And prance through the pansies with me
Apologies to Tiny Tim and big thanks to LalaLaurie.
Are you sitting comfortably, then I’ll begin…
Pup-vo-lution II: Bullet Pup Boogaloo
Jen L. raises the stakes: “I totally had to top your Pup-vo-lution post with my clearly far more advanced-up-the-evolutionary-ladder pup/plane/furball who goes by the name Milan. You can see how pointy noses are far superior to smooshed faces for streamlined performance. When not in flight he morphs into an extra floofy specimen of wirehair dachshund.”

Stalking the Wily House-cat
And now, a different kind of !#!BEEEEEP!@!!
Well, what do you say when you stub your toe?

Morgan S. of the fine blog The Brick House tells us, “Bowie had to get a nail removed and now has a redonkulous cast!”






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