One of the most egregious crimes about Mom being gone is that there’s no one home at 3:45. That means there’s no one to glare at to initiate the 4:00 can-opening ritual. By the time I get home at 5:15, everyone is PISSED.
Category: Critter Pic of the Day
Overload on cuteness with pictures of various creatures from the Citadel!
CPotD #282: Attention, Minion!
There I was, minding my own business as I cooked up a batch of rice and broccoli. Suddenly, the most godawful squealing and squalling erupted from the love seat.
CPotD #281: Mourning in OK
After we’d been home from the airport for several hours, Udo began to realize the grim truth: Mom Isn’t Coming Right Back. He went into full mourning and hid in the bedroom.
CPotD #280: Business as Abnormal
Life got weird yesterday for the menagerie as beloved Mom flew the coop to head west, in search of fame and fortune.
CPotD #279: He’s Out
Oscar was being ridiculous again last night after dinner. He was out so hard he didn’t even twitch when I took the picture in Night Mode.
CPotD #278: Snug Crasher
Brian and I enjoy an evening snug most days after work. Yesterday, Oscar crashed it with his usual flair. He then went to sleep like this.
CPotD #277: Cool Routine
Oscar sleeps wherever he pleases during the day, but he usually follows a routine for a few weeks. He’s returned my legs to his latest round.
CPotD #276: Bad Weather Snugs
The weather turned janky on us this week, breaking our tree limbs and knocking out the power for hours. Fortunately, our cats like to help.
CPotD #275: Investigator
We got to spend some time with my folks and their two dogs last weekend. Nutterbutter appointed himself Lead Investigator after we returned.
CPotD #274: What
Oscar continues to chomp his tail, and he often does it in super interesting positions. We particularly love this one.