Bad Advice

Out-of-control Cuteness!

I actually shrieked the girliest girlie-girl squeal upon opening Tracey's email this morning. Has Frankenstein Friday ever been so cute? Look at that face! You'd never know from looking at him that just yesterday he killed an innocent little chipmunk and then buried its carcass in the yard. I feel bad even telling you guys this, but underneath those big brown eyes lurks the heart of a killer!

I've always wanted a pony for my birthday!

It's almost my birthday (mark your calendars—it's Thursday!) and if my boyfriend really loved me, he'd buy me this little guy. His name is Oreo Cookie and he's only $1,000.00. Doesn't that seem like a bargain? He's a miniature horse and I just know Inky and Mabes would totally take to him.

I've Come for your Soul

My Evil Plan

I had hoped that when Tracey saw cute little Baby Jesus, she would be so incensed by his cuteness that she would immediately send me ten more photos of the Chugsicle.

Instead, she just remarked about how cute Baby Jesus was. I finally had to break down and tell her I was manipulating her into sending me more photos! I imagine she rolled her eyes at that one, but has been kind enough to send  some along anyway. Here's Frankenstein getting ready to konk out. And, after the jump. . .

Cuteness Maximus

In honor of Easter (one day late), I thought I'd post Lisa Fletcher's photograph of Baby Jesus. Amen.

Inky's New 8-Foot-High Cat Toy!

This weekend the McGuire- Opoulos household got their Christmas tree. Unlike most childfree people, I don't go in for the tragic tiny tree. I have boxes of ornaments and I want a tree man enough to hold 'em.

As it's about her twelfth, Mabel is well-adjusted to the Christmas season by now, and barely gives the tree a second glance. Inky, however, is another story. This is his first Christmas and judging by the pile of ornaments, needles and tinsel on the floor this morning, he intends to make the most of it. That darned Christmas Cat.

The man of the house was worried that Inky would eat the tinsel and then he'd get stuck pulling the shiny dangler out of the cat's ass. As I don't even recall the last time the Large Greek went anywhere in the vicinity of a cat turd, I was certain he was joking, but nope. Anyway, Inky is far too clever to eat something as unappealing as tinsel. Instead, he stands on his hind legs, raises a paw, and methodically pulls it off, strand by strand, into a nice heap on the floor.

After the jump, a photo of the pre-Inkified tree.

Aren't You Happy You Have a Home?

Not everyone's so lucky. Little Mamacita here, doesn't have anywhere to go this Thanksgiving. My friends Jannese and Debra rescued her, but can't keep her for several very valid reasons. I met Mamacita and I can vouch for both her cuteness and sweet disposition. I'm just going to let Jannese tell you what's going on. If you can help, please contact her at the email addy listed after the jump:

UPDATE: Mamacita still doesn't have a home, but she does have a blog!

Ooooh, lookit!

What you're looking at is Mabel the Cat inspecting my first-ever crochet project. In case you can't tell, it's a scarf. It's  supposed to be all the same width, but this is my learning curve. It's also too short and rather itchy.

My crafty friend Jannese very patiently taught me how to crochet, but this atrocity is all me. Miss Mabes took one look and told me not to bother with the kitty coat I'd promised to make her.

Not Mabes too!!!

Turns out Mabes is also a fan of the twee! What is wrong with my cats?!? I've never worn pigtails. I never stand pigeon-toed whilst jutting out my lower lip and the last time I spoke in non sequiturs it was alcohol-related.

You know, you think you raise a cat well and then they go and pull something like this.

The Chickens of South Second St.

Check out Mr. & Mrs. Chicken! I found them just huddled together on South Second Street, outside of the little garden there. Whitey the Chicken kept huddling under her brown friend, making sad little scared chicken noises.

I hope they found their way back into the garden.