Is it Furry Friday Already?

The tunnel of fun.

I'm blaming it on the weather. Crappy weather for days in a row, temperatures in the double digits BELOW zero, howling winds, no end in sight...yeah, that's it! The weather made me spend over an hour taking pictures of my cats playing in their new tunnel.

"W" Kitty claimed ownership right from the start.

These poor cats are so mistreated. They hardly have any toys.

It's mine, all mine.

I'm the queen of all of these toys.

That's it...I got nothin.

In Anticipation of Furry Friday Again...

As my dad used to say "come hell or high water" I'm going to Absarokee. It's official, I'm leaving today. Bad roads be damned, I'm headin' to the mountains.

Since I will be high speed internetless while I'm there, I'm going to leave you, my dear blogfriends with a few beautiful pictures of one of my fur-kids. Please clap your hands together for "W" Kitty (aka Orange Belly).

Aren't I just the cutest thing?

Why are you standing on your head?

Just one more photo for my adoring fans.

And I'm spent.

Furry Friday

This picture was taken less than 2 minutes after I finished dressing for work. Most of the "kids" made a bee-line for the bed to lie on the jammies I had just taken off. Aren't they precious?

This is Shasta, after Thanksgiving dinner. She had eaten more than a few "scraps" and the tryptophan from the turkey was kicking in. What a love dog.

I think the tryptophan kicked in for brother Mike as well. Notice how Shasta is guarding him as he sleeps.