So, originally Fred thought he’d be working this week – even though his company gives everyone the week off – because he thought he’d use the holiday time next year to give himself a few three-day weekends in the stretch between New Year’s Day and Memorial Day.
As it turns out, the head of the company decided he couldn’t do it, so he’s going to be home with me. Which, I know, WAHHHH, he has to take the whole week off! Doesn’t he have the most difficult life? Don’t cry for him, Argentina – he’ll muddle through somehow.
Since he has the week off, I’m going to take the week off from posting, and keep him company. By Friday, our butts will no doubt have fused to the couch.
I’ll be back bright and early Monday with lots of pictures. ‘Til then, here are some movies (nothing fancy, just stuff that I’ve had sitting on my hard drive) to check out.
Hutch (now Percy), kneading and sucking on his blanket.
It’s both unbearably sweet and a little bit heartbreaking when kittens do this.
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)
Starsky and Hutch (now Jack and Percy) were very loud eaters,
as you can witness for yourself.
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)
I found an old digital video camera in the closet,
and wanted to see if it still works. It does – but
I’m thinking the lens needs a good cleaning.
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)
On that same video camera, I found this movie of
Stinkerbelle from some time ago. At least a year old,
maybe two – we don’t have that chair anymore.
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)
From back in August, some footage of Buster (aka “Bolitar”)
being snappish toward the fosters, which made me throw
him out of the room. As you can see from his drama queen
protests, he didn’t like being evicted.
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)
He had his sweet moments, though. You can’t hear it, but
he was purring up a storm. (Please ignore my sickening baby
talk, if you would.)
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)
Now, if you’ll pardon me I’m going to go snuggle me some kittens. Have a great week!
If you can’t tell what’s going on here, that’s Peter on the bottom of the pile, with one of his back feet next to his face. The look of quiet desperation clearly says “Please. Halp. Me. Cannot. Breathe. GASP.” while Bobby, Greg, and Jan couldn’t be less concerned.
Previously
2009: Snuggly Cookies.
2008: No entry.
2007: Seven random or weird things about myself.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: “Mom, you’re going to be bigger than Britney Spears!”
2003: I tossed the muffins in the trash, although it did occur to me to leave the one the Bean had had his ass upon – the assmuffin, if you will – for Fred.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Though to be truthful, I was the Monster Who Ate Alabama for a period of about 24 hours…
1999: “You must not be using the stairs at your house Freddie! You haven’t lost any weight!”