JarJar
in her domain.
On the roof and basking in the
sun.
We got her and Butriggin (you'll
meet him below ;) the same day.
She's our quiet and tentative
one. Didn't want to play much
at first and would periodically
come down with this mysterious
ailment and sleep for days.
About a year ago she got real
sick. The vet told us she was
in kidney failure and may not
live much longer.
We
showed him.
She's doing better then ever,
playing more then ever, looking
better then ever, being spoilt
more rotten then ever before!
JarJar
in her OTHER domain.
Did I mention weirder
then ever? She likes to hang out
at the sink...likes to be in it,
partly in it, just be near it.
Playing
again, lol, I tubed out the litter
box...
JarJar
Groove Tube ;)
"Is
it time for my closeup?"
(..she
wouldn't let me take her "grass"
lol)
Butriggin
the buzz bomb.
You'd never know this big sweet
loveable mellow cat used to be
a holy terror.
When we first got them, we were
continually dragging JarJar from
his clutches. He played way too
hard for her.
We gave up on ever having curtains
in our living room and thanked
our goodie goodies when he grew
bored of "climing" the
mini-blinds.
Now he's a momma's boy, tucks
me into bed every night,
purrs me to sleep, purrs me awake
(at least one hour before the
alarm) and gets SOOOOO jealous
if I pet one of the "girls"
before I pet him.
I
had a hard time finding a suitable
frame for this picture below,
but I think this corner frame
is it.
"Cat
Art by Heather"
He's
such a poser ;)
You
may not believe this one below.
Butriggin 'hanging with his buddies,
yes that's right! We had several
deer who'd visit, one time four
were in our yard. Butriggin would
see them and claw to get outside.
He's really a chicken in general,
but he'll go right up to his deer.
The one closest to him seems to
be his special buddy,
the eye contact would amaze you.
They'd come and visit him all
the time (and eat the roses :)
but we haven't seen them in a
while.
My
Snowlion
PeeWee,
the baby of the family.
This is her, shortly after we
got her, the fall of 2000.
She was only a few weeks old when
her wild mom abandoned her. She
was born in my hubby's equipment
yard and all the guys adored the
kittens and wouldn't leave them
alone. Momma cat finally found
a good hiding place for all the
babies except PeeWee. Hubby couldn't
bear it and brought her home and
she's been here since then. It's
definitely in her genes, she's
still a wild one.
She's going on three years old
now.
A
little morning Tae Bo with Billie
Blanks.
No fooling, she was doing
Tae Bo before she was even on
solid food!
(She
also murdered her first mole before
she was on solid food
but I won't go there right now.)
Pretending
to be innocently snoozing.
I think she was actually biting
the blanket.
Ever seen a cat with a cowlick?
PeeWee has a cowlick!
Check out the sprout atop her
head..
(and
to think I was worried I'd not
have enough pics of her...)
Taking a snooze in our "tulip
tub".
Posing
for her 'Pop...
Posing
for me...
We
still don't know what she was
covered in in this picture
but whatever it was she was sparkling
clean within the hour!
*burp*
