Three Kitties and a Baby

Is there anything cuter?

Recently, I got to take the grand baby and my two little younger girls to see three four-week-old kittens.

And…OH MY WORD…four-week-old kitties are SO CUTE! And no, I don’t need another animal, but I miss my B&W cat. I miss an indifferent pet that doesn’t follow me from room to room, making me trip, stop, and swerve just to get around my house. I miss the soft fur and how they keep themselves clean. I miss the sound of purring and they way they rub their face on your leg.

I miss having cats so much, I started feeding the neighborhood stray cats, except, I don’t think they are stray. I bet their owners wonder why they are getting so chunky. Ha.

My cat, Gidjet, had the coolest vibe. She meshed with the dogs and didn’t let anything phase her. She could “talk” and open doors. I only wanted to yell at her when she brought half-alive mice in the front door, but I knew it was an act of love….so how could I be mad? She has been gone for many years now. It’s finally been long enough that I think I could accept another cat, not to replace her, but to remember her playful spirit.

But back to the kitties. The sweet four-week-old kitties who will just be old enough to bring home on Bridget’s birthday. And the question is…do we or don’t we?


Mackey.


Virginia.


Whitaker (the only boy).


Averey.

The baby loved the kitties and she is not quite mobile enough to get close. The girls went nuts (as you can see).

And the kitties, well, they all seemed to go with the flow. Even Mama didn’t mind us handling her younguns’.
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And who knows? Maybe, I can talk my husband into a kitty…
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Or maybe the birthday girl can talk him into a kitty…
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Or maybe one of these cute faces will do the trick. No matter what happens…we had a blast visiting. We love the kitties and do hope they find good homes. I wish I could take them all. Then, I could start a show – Seven Pets and Counting.

Just kidding, honey (ha ha ha!).

WordPress tells me today is my 5th year of blogging. Happy Blogiversary to me! I think a really nice anniversary present would be a kitty, yes?

The 5 Ways I Put My Dogs To Shame

  • 1) I made them the most ridiculous signs to wear.
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  • 2) I set them in front of my best camera to share their stains with the world.
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  • 3) When they didn’t look properly chastised for the photo. I reminded them of their indiscretions by pointing and shaking my finger.
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  • 4) I used special lighting, props, and wardrobe to add drama and flair to their event.
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  • 5) I am posting them on my blog, my Facebook Photography page, and entering my favorite into a special contest at work.
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    And that is how you do it. Five easy ways to humiliate your pets.

    Are they properly mortified? I’ll let you be the judge.

    My dear pets…I am not afraid to put you on the spot in front of the world wide web.

    Besides, I think you look pretty darn cute ashamed.

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    Freddy Goes For a Ride

    Have you met Fred?

    He started out as my mom’s dog – my favorite of mom’s twenty dogs. My Oklahoma visits to see them made my trips. Then, mom went into assisted living and could only bring one dog. She picked her favorite little chihuahua and the rest of the dogs went to new homes. Luckily, Fred came to mine. Probably, because I BEGGED my husband with every fiber of my being. It being a super hard sell as we already had a THREE dog rule and only added a third because I convinced him dog number three is a Cat (and since dog three doesn’t bark, it wasn’t a complete fib). But Fred, oh dear little Freddy, he makes four. Four throws off our favorite number – three. And three is such a special number to us for many, many reasons – three tens (our wedding day), three girls (our kids), and our three dogs.

    Now, it is four. Funny how different a number sounds. Three sounds like weeeee! But four is so much sterner and harder on the tongue.

    But guess what? Averey makes FOUR in girls. So there number three, take that.

    The next four is our anniversary date in 2014 – it’s NUMBER FOUR. Four in FOURteen. I like that.

    And what I am saying is four is not a bad number. Not a bad number at all. Because number four brought a very unexpected bundle of precious fur to us. Fred changed our number. He changed our lives. Him, with his joie de vivre doggy ways.

    I love him more than I should. I favor him, a little, and I adore him – a lot. He gets me. He gets life. He just rolls with it. He is the coolest, happiest little fella I have ever met.

    And Fred? He made a big change coming to our house too. His world was the kitchen/dining room. That is where my mom kept him when he lived with her. One room is where he slept and played. She didn’t take him outside, or on walks, or in the car (not the last few years anyway).

    And Fred, well, Fred likes to go. He likes to walk, but he LOVES to ride. He is all about paws out the window, head stretched out, and hair whipping in the wind.

    So my dear number four – also called buddy, pumpkin pie, stinky boy, fuzzy wuzzy, mister, pumkin lunkin, furry monster, and cute lil’ fella. Here you are in all your doggy glory for all the blog world to see.

    This is your ride.


    Freddy’s ride.

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    Start the engine,
    give it some care.
    As long as it goes,
    not a second to spare.

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    Wind in the willows,
    wind in my hair.
    A sniff of the world,
    and see if I dare.

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    Heart thumping wild,
    mind on the brink.
    I am the beast,
    who cares what they think.

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    Raring to go,
    raring to live.
    Locked up no more,
    I got front dibs.

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    A pocket of sunshine,
    a wing, and a prayer.
    Riding so sweet,
    like I’m already there.

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    I am Freddy the Mighty!
    Can you hear my roar?
    Fearless and flying outside your front door.

    **This post inspired by Freddy’s love of car rides and his photo being picked as a feature for Ellenburg Photography’s Project 52.

    You go Freddy, you go.

    That’s my boy!

    The Mustache Family Halloween Portraits

    It’s not every day the Mustache Family takes a photo.

    Normally a shy family, mustaches and all, we have to be careful who we show our mugs to.

    I mean, we like us….

    And we don’t think we are weird…..at all.

    We are, simply, one big happy mustache family (with a bit of googly-eyed-secret-agent-pirate-mixed-in).

    We are us.

    And being us? It’s not soooo bad.

    The new normal they speak of?

    And maybe, we don’t share our great googly madness often enough.

    But, when we do? It’s on this holiday. I think we are worth the wait, right?

    At this very moment, we are prepping our fur family to join the mustache clan.
    They are working extremely hard to adapt to our strange ways art of mustache coolness (with a twist). Heh.

    They have the look.

    They have the fur.

    I think all they need…..

    …is the stache.

    Happy Halloween from our family to yours. Boo!

    Disclaimer: No pets were harmed in the making of this post…..maybe slightly embarrassed?….but well-compensated with treats.