Kenn has gotten in the habit of buying random stickers and googly eyes, putting them on the tractors at work, and waiting to see how long it takes someone to notice. Once they do, he denies all knowledge of where they came from.😂 As proof that you can find pretty much anything on Amazon, the pictured sign now graces the gate to our back yard. We just need to add an extra “N” since Kenn spells his name with two.
This is the design on one of the shirts Kenn gave me for Mother’s Day. He asked “Do you know what it is?” My guess was an uncertain “A… cycorg?” The answer: “It’s a Borgi!” (Star Trek fans will get it.) My husband gets me.😂
We finally figured out who Roxie reminds us of! Her “eye makeup” is reminiscent of Carol Burnett as Nora Desmond.😂
This is what grocery day at our house looks like. We’re doing good if we’re allowed to get the groceries out of the bags before the cats claim them. (Don’t worry, we don’t leave them unsupervised.)
To quote Calvin and Hobbes, “Tiger tummies are solar cells.” Happy Friday! (Or is it Furr-iday?)
I have to give Amazon props for this. I had a good laugh when I saw the box and I haven’t even seen Love Actually.🤷♀️ Happy Friday!
Nyx, our black cat, is sassy and full of cattitude. I call her our “house panther with kitchen specialization” because she’s fairly aloof unless we’re in the kitchen. The kitchen is her happy place and when we are in there, she is rubbing against our ankles and vocalizing.
I adore my ceramic cow; it was a gift from my oldest sister several years ago. My cow has been been chipped and broken and glued back together. However, the thing that may do it in is the cat. Nyx periodically fixates on my poor little cow and insists on chewing on the tips of its ears. Among the many things I shouldn’t have to say to the cats, “Stop chewing on my cow!” tops the list.🙄
Most of our cats have several nicknames in addition to their real name; Nyx, however, does not. However, after her latest assault on my cow, I have decided her new nickname shall be Salty Heifer.🐄🐈⬛
Honestly, I’m not even sure how to caption this one. However, I think a Bear in the sink is better than “everything but the kitchen sink.” Happy Friday!
We thought we were getting pizza for us. We were wrong. A warm box is just too much for a feline to resist – especially our house panther with kitchen specialization.
Kudos to the marketing department for these plants. And, in my opinion, if you haven’t watched Little Shop of Horrors, you’re missing out. Happy Friday!
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