(Almost) Wordless Wednesday: A Boy Can Dream

And hey! Who Invited HIM to MY city anyway?

Sunday Selfie: Spitty, Unsuspecting

Wait...Whaaat??

Caturday, in My Box

¯ I think it was the Fourth of Juuuuly . . . ¯

Or maybe the 20th of October. Well, never mind.

Boxes come, and boxes go, but this little gem endures.

It is the Box of All Boxes and I loves it.

Hot Off the Presses: Terrible Pictures!

Pictures 1 & 2: Poor photographs of Genuine Playtimes

Pictures 3 & 4:  Why are you hitting me with that? Stop it. Not.in.the.mood.

And this is why I can't has nice playtimes pictures.

(Not So Very) Wordless Wednesday

Now honestly, I had a really great playtimes this morning with one of my favorite feather wand toys, and then I had a little chase-myself-around-the-house time, and I ate my breakfast.

But could she photograph me doing any of that stuff? Could she even attempt to make me more interesting to my loyal readers?

Oh nooooooooo! Cod forbid she should manage an action shot! I mean, it's a good thing I draped myself so very artfully over this chair when it started to warm up around lunchtime.

I'm afraid she's . . . hopeless.

Spit-Shined Spitty

What she wanted was a 'Tocks picture, but I was 

not obliging. I wonder how she'd like a picture 

of her furless behind on the Innerwebs?

Sunday Selfie: Making My Toes Curl

Bayonets out or bayonets in, are there toes more beautiful in all the world?