The dog is rambunctious when he plays. The more he plays, the more chaotic he gets. He played a LOT this morning.
Author: Brian Landis
CPotD #504: Angy Birbs Attak
It turns out that all-you-can-eat sugar buffets for birds are REALLY popular here, because we have somewhere between fifteen and twenty hummingbirds roaring through our yard any time the sun is up.
CPotD #465: Desperate Times…
As I ate my lunch yesterday, I kept hearing an ominous growling and general ruckus coming from the kitchen. I knew one of the little creeps were up to no good.
CPotD #464: Ahem.
Have you ever had one of those just-so-terrible-I-can’t-take-it days? The kind of day where You Just Can’t Even? Our cats have those every Tuesday.
CPotD #386: Echo!
Early in the afternoon, the menagerie arrived at our new home. The cats were over it. We were over it. But we made it.
CPotD #385: A New Home Waits
We steamroll through the fiery freeways of Southern California. Like an angry, stinky meteor, we were coming to Carson, one way or another.
CPotD #384: To California with a Kitten on My Knee
Our night in New Mexico would best be described as a Rob Zombie album. It was loud, everything shook, and we weren’t sure we’d survive.
CPotD #383: Cold Plunge
The Grand Adventure of our lives begins, punctuated by the soft purr of three cats who spent their last night at home splashed across us like furry paint, loving and doting in their inscrutable, mysterious way.
CPotD #382: Goodbye, Duncan
We found Stanley and Kewpie curled up together in Heather’s chair, being cute and refusing to let her have her blanket.
We Made It!
After a somewhat harrowing journey across the country in the early stages of the polar hellxpress, we made it to our new home in Southern California.