This is why you should always buy from your friendly local retailer. I mean, look what turned up in our Lucky Vitamin order.
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This is why you should always buy from your friendly local retailer. I mean, look what turned up in our Lucky Vitamin order.
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PO’G: I was familiar with “The Cat in the Hat”; but “The Cat in the Box” also has some literary potential too, eh?
I only steal from the best, JD, and Dr. Seuss definitely qualifies.
one of my favourite places in Melbourne.
https://whatson.melbourne.vic.gov.au/Placestogo/Galleries/Commercial/Pages/10009.aspx
Nice. We saw some of his work at a gallery on the Big Island when we visited Hawaii. There’s a Chuck Jones gallery up the road in Fanta Se. No O’Grady galleries yet, alas. Maybe we could team a Fat Guy gallery with a Weight Watchers salon.
What is it about cats jumping into boxes and bags? Our friend Deb has 3 cats, Raleigh, Stella, and Bianchi (bike rider that likes beer:) Anyway, Raleigh jumped into a L.L. Bean canvas tote bag we brought over, and when he tried to get out, he got the handle looped around his body. He made a lap of the entire house in about 4 microseconds dragging that bag. It was something to see. He was OK but didn’t go near that bag again.
Lucky vitamins? Is that like Charles Chips?
Mia loves all boxes. The Turk will often go for a sack, and it’s hysterical to watch him pretend to be invisible while about two-thirds of his big ass hangs out of it.
Mia: “I iz cute!”
I wish cats welcomed the opportunity to deliberately enter their carriers. That particular confined space never appeals!
Mia is cute. What a puddin’ she is; curious, vivacious, a real live wire.
She doesn’t mind the carrier so much, and will even walk into it unprodded (this probably has something to do with native curiosity overriding PTSD).
The Turk, on the other hand, is a paranoid with a long memory and has to be poured into his carrier like a poisonous liquid. He knows where that train is going and doesn’t like the ride.
The Duffinator is like Turk in a way. He likes to ride in the car, but I swear he knows the roads that lead to the groomer or the vet’s office. When he realizes the destination, he gets in your face, shakes a little, and gives you the look that would even turn the Orange Julius into a nice guy.
Speaking of that, I don’t think it will be long before the “Junior” dumb asses his way into slew of federal charges and drags daddy along with him. So far the shit hasn’t stuck to Pence yet. One can hope.