Loki wasn’t going to do no stinking labor or dancing on Labor Day. He’s a little shaky on his Spanish, Welsh, and French, also.
Tag: Cats
A Helping Paw
Sorry Single Saturday
Spunk enjoying the box our new microwave came in. Can you find the Paparazzo?
I had a busy day and got home late, so I had to post a sorry single photo quite quickly. We don’t go to Costco very often these days, but when we do, the dance room ends up filled with boxes from Costo, that add to boxes from Amazon and other deliveries. The cats are in box heaven until I break down the boxes for recycling. As I pile up broken-down boxes, the cats lie on the pile in protest — kitty box huggers, like tree huggers, trying to keep me from taking out the boxes. I assure the kitties there will be more boxes, as I pick up the pile and take them out. The kitties have favorite boxes that I never break down and taken out because the kitties play and play and play on them and shredded them into pieces until the boxes are no more. They especially like guitar boxes for some reason.
Not For Sale
Spidering
iReady Cats, Roses, Flowers, Sky
Spunk Practices Safe Kitten Social Distancing
Spunk and the other kitties are still reluctant to go into the bedroom with the kittens. The kittens are real monsters under the bed. Spunk decided they were okay and the screen, but Morgana still managed to scratch Spunk’s nose.
Persistence of Clothespins
Cat & White
Too Much Kitty Coffee
Silver: “Hey there Paparazzo! You’re bothering me, boy!”
“I think I had too much kitty coffee this morning!”
Intermission: “Watcha see out there, Spunk?” “Well Marble, there is supposed to be a comet. And it supposedly has a tail! Do you think it’s a kitty comet?” “If it’s Neowise, it has to be a kitty comet. Otherwise, it couldn’t be ‘wise’ now could it?”
“Wired with a weird, wacko paparazzo bothering me. What’s a poor cat to do?”




























