12 posts tagged “cute”
Yah. He takes showers. Every day, if he can. He followed into the bathroom from the start, and sometimes jumped into the tub when it was dry and empty. Then he'd jump into it after I'd had a shower and it was wet and the faucet was drippy. He liked to lick the drippy spout. So the next time he was in the tub when it was dry, I turned on the tap just a dribble. Well. He liked it. A lot. He likes to let the water pour over his head. He drinks it up. He washes his paws. He gets his tummy all soggy. Nice to be a real Maine Coon, huh?
Have you ever seen such contentment and self-assurity? assuredness? such confidence, even?
Olivia update:
She's still cute, still owns my heart. We can add smiling (two weeks ago) and laughing (last week, although she giggled in her sleep before that) to her list o' skillz!! She is also working hard on trying to coordinate her spastic and robust leg and arm movements. She's over ten pounds now and going strong! Yay, bahbeh!
Here are some recent pictures of my darling grandbaby:
Spent the Day with Steve and Zoe at Hedgehog Fest 2008! Here are some of my sucky, blurred images:
Hedgehog Bowling:
Hedgehog Cactus Knockover:
Hedgehog Bug Scavenge:
Hedgehog Conformity (to color specifications) Contest:
My Hedgehog Fest souvenir (it lights up, disco style):
It was geeky and fun, and I got to hold a hedgie for the first time! I met my local (well, sort of local, as in a couple hundred miles or so) hedgehog breeders, bought the Hedgehog Primer and saw many cute hedgies. Next year, I hope to have a hedgie of my own. Yay!
Show us a picture of the pet you'd most like to have in your life.
A European hedgehog. Or two. Or four. I know they aren't domesticated, but honestly, they are my idea of the ultimate cute hedgie. I will eventually get an African pygmy hedgehog, because they are the only hedgies permitted as pets in my state. They are also hellacute.
African pygmy hedgie pic belongs to Michael at Mr. Toffe's site.
Everyone knows this (especially the nichenicks at Cats in Bags). Put an empty paper grocery bag on the floor, and soon it will contain a cat. (Also works for shopping bags.) I believe scientolologenisists* refer to this phenomenon as an example Spontaneous Generation. Anyhoo. Cats, bags, hours of contentment for all involved.
But what do we do when our cat is significantly larger than our bags? No, we can't use plastic lawn bags, as those could cause suffocation. Boxes? They do not supply the irresistible crumpling sound of paper bags. It must be a bag. And it must be a significantly larger bag.
It's a bag designed for leaves and grass clippings, made of the same kind of brown paper used in grocery bags. But it's BIG! The ones I found were 2-ply composting bags from Wal•Mart and measure 16" x 12" x 35"! If you can't find them in a garden center, home improvement-, grocery- or huge-bargain-store near you, you can get similar ones here.
I bring home the bags and open one up on the living room floor. Just in case he doesn't go for it right away, I toss some of his toys in and around the bag, including his favorite, a section of nylon knee-high stocking filled with catnip and tied on either end. This is Giz with his catnip knee-high:
And what inevitably follows.
*scientolologenisists are the people who say stuff that sounds awfully official and scientific but nobody bothers to check their credentials or facts. I made this word up and I'm keeping it. :)
Trying to get a bubble up:
Got a huge bubble up, gramms laughing too hard to hold camera still:
(And in case you're wondering, he's 24, and so is his wife, Grace. Well, almost. She'll be 24 in June.)
From his usual gargoyle perch, Giz defends the fortress from the terrible Feather Toy Beast.
(No, he doesn't fit between the bars, and besides, there were two of us
under the railing there to catch him if he fell, even if we'd end up
getting scratched.)
Gizmo again. This time, on my bed, making biscuits. Assume he is purring loudly whilst doing this.
