Have to share this. I can’t take the credit, however – hubby took this while Spot was perched on his chest, blocking his view of the Wales/Ireland rugby match. Ireland won, by the way. 😎
I can’t stop staring at his nose… It’s just perfect. The line of fur against the pink, and the black, setting it off, and every perfect hair…I just love this pic. Amazing what an iPhone camera can do!
I don’t have much time, so I think I’ll save the ‘human sacrifice’ and ‘mass hysteria’ parts of this post for another day. I did have something that upset me -us- yesterday but I’m still having to think hard on it and amn’t ready to talk about it yet.
So I’m skipping right to the dogs and cats living together. Much more entertaining visually, in any case!
I can’t take credit for this one – iDJ took it with his ‘new’ iPhone 4S.
Yes, she usually looks that depressed. She has issues. Even when getting to lie in the sunny spot at the top of the landing, and displacing the cats.
It was okay, just this once – because the boys also had sunshine in our room. All those little feet hanging off the side of the bed make me giggle. Hubby also took this one.
Another day, with me behind the lens (and it shows). Lokii just looked so … melted. Hard to see his little face though, in all that sunshine.
And this morning Spot took his revenge on Neko for hogging the sunshine. This is what greeted me this morning – I had to use iDJ’s phone as it has a flash and it was too dark for my iPad. Yes, I sleep with my ‘pad and he sleeps with his ‘phone. We are sad, sad, sad. If we weren’t so pathetic, however, you wouldn’t be seeing the cat yet again win over the dogeen.
Spot’s never done this before – he normally sleeps on me like a furry lead weight. I can only guess my mental agitation once again led to physical agitation and I elbowed him one too many times in my sleep, so he turned to His Dog for comfort.
I wanted to do a Brushes drawing this eve, as it has been yonks upon yonks since I have. My idea was to find a pic of something in my garden and give a quick, fun once over.
To find the pics, I had to hit FB and troll through thousands of pics me and iDJ have taken.
I got distracted.
So here’s some randomness. It’s mostly Spottie, as he is just adorable.
Him on the radiator cat bed we used to have, until Lokii ate it.
Spot being a ho for sunshine by the front door.
Me and Spottie in a rare foray into the outdoors. What are you lookin at? It’s not his fault I made him go upside down so his bits were on display…
No comment.
More proof that I buy dog toys for me, not the dog. It has a fart-honk-quack noise in the head, and I walked around the shop for ages randomly hugging it just to hear the honk, and giggling. I even did it in the queue for the register. I couldn’t help myself.
Hubby’s caption for this is best,”No computer for you!”
Me cleaning my Harley. I’ve nearly forgotten what it looks like… this is not the country for motorcycling. Judging from the size of the tulips, this was taken about this time of year – but it wasn’t last year 😦
Best buddies! Spot really is an all-species-friend. He’d probably cuddle up to a parrot, if I ever got one…
I’m sleepy, and I’ve not been feeling well this week – perhaps psycho-somatic as I would much rather be sitting in the sun we have had this week, rather than stuck in an office smelling girl-farts.
So, to make me feel better: here’s my Bengal boy Spot looking as if his life is a misery; when in reality it is a never-ending joy of sunbeams and comfy blankets and cuddles with his brother, or his people.
Life is hell, life IS hell – better get used to it, Spottie-Pants: at your age, it will only get more difficult.
I was vacuuming upstairs last night, and I got hot, as you do. So when I came back down, I took off one of my two shirts – we keep it cool in the house – and put it right where I knew it would attract the cats. It didn’t take long before Spot found it, and Lokii as always was right behind, muscling in on his brother’s comfy place.
The boxes are full of holiday decorations. They need to go up to the attic. Or at least go upstairs on the landing, and out of my living room…but in the meantime, a warm sweatshirt on a high place is kitty-heaven!
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