Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
This cat, Pooh Bear
plus this cat, Rusty Equals one ball of cat fur flying fury! I saw the look in Pooh's eyes, the kind of look he gets when he wants to do some serious cat butt kicking. He and Rusty were eyeball to eyeball with the mad cat screams going. Before I could stop it, they merged into one gigantic ball of orange cat fur flying rage. When the fur settled, literally on my bedroom floor, there was enough extra fur for another cat. I called the match even, though Pooh outweighs Rusty by about 5 pounds. I'm thinking I might want to apply for a grant on "Why Cats That Have Been Neutered..Want to Fight". I'm sure I could get millions, maybe trillions of dollars in research monies for this. I mean this is serious stuff. If people can get millions for researching the sex life of beavers in Southern California, I should be able to get money to find out why cats like to fight. Even when there is nothing to fight about. What do ya'll think??
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Now she has to go out and face the world!
On a less happy note, only one puppy survived. But, it has been pure joy watching him grow and develop. Of course he is spoiled rotten, but that's life with me. His eyes are now open, though you wouldn't know it from these pictures! He has these little, bitty teeth, and gives the greatest puppy kisses! His name is Hunter because he can always find the working end of a bottle!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
I like having his companionship, if anything was to happen to me I know that he could go barking to L and he would come and find me! I guess that makes Oscar a good daemon! Until he swats the dogs...then its on!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Well, he is all grown up now and thinks he is a pheasant. Notice how his neck and head is all white. He is quite large now and is walking very well since he no longer lives in a plastic box.
I cannot find any information on what kind of duck Daffy is, so if anyone out there can tell me, I would be most grateful.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I've been asked a million times about the babies and especially the "puppy".
Well, below is a shot I made that I could not rotate in this post, but it will give you an idea of how much the cuddly little fellow has grown. He is now close to four months old and weighed 38 pounds last week at the vet's. And yes, size does matter! LOL
Poor Dingo, the blue healer, has become a chew toy for Ranger. He woke me up the other morning by sticking his nose in my ear. That is one feeling that every woman should experience! He is probably only half grown and he can pin me down wherever I am sitting! Can't wait to see if I get tossed around like a cushion when he is full grown.
Still can't resist that face! AND is that a halo over his head? I think so because in the second picture, you can also see a halo. I do think God had a hand in which baby we picked, because the first time I saw Rangers face, I knew he was meant to be mine.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
My SIL coordinates the colors on the tree and the wrapping paper and bows. Too much time on her hands. LOL
My Brother and SIL. Just great people.
Niece and her man. Both were raised right.
Niece, cousin and my man. More great people.
This is my welcome to the new year. Can you see the size of the puppy's feet? He is 9 weeks old and has feet bigger than my 3 year old blue healer! He is going to be a hoss!
I hope everyone had a safe and happy new year. Blessings to all of you. I am going to try to hold the house together!