Kids and cats and.....stuff
I love meezer noses, if case you missed previous nose posts. They don’t beat ears, but come in a close second.
There would have been some of Stasia’s nose too, but she was not in the mood for macro. Every time I went in for the close up she would start licking the lense.
Visit this weeks Friday Ark
They could have their own TV show! Cooking naturals.
I’m not sure what the fascination was with the microwaves..which of course do not work, and were not plugged in (the top one shows how you should not burn popcorn really badly in your microwave..no, it wasn’t me LOL) They spent the whole afternoon playing in on and around, jumping in and out.
How long should I put myself on for?
“Oh yes, we see what you mean about the horrible burnt smell”
Part of the All Women blogging carnival over with Jill at She writes like she talks
I was just sitting watching Anstasia peacefully napping in a ball in the sun and remembered…today is her 7th gotchaversary!
7 years ago today, Jake bought me a tiny bundle of meow and spunk, our first meezer, for my 21st Birthday. Thus started our extra special love affair with meezers. You see she was my present, but just about instantly became very much a Daddy’s girl, so I had to keep buying more to get one that loved me LOL!
So happy gotchaversary Stasia! We love you lots, thank you for bringing so much to our family, we couldn’t live without you 
( I asked for another one this year, but got a bike instead..oh well, there is always Christmas *hehe*)
Katelyn and Calais are the best of friends, why I have no idea. I’m not sure if Calais is a bit stupid, desperate (tho he has the rest of the family begging for his attention) or just very tolerant.
To say she is a bit rough with him, would be an understatement, but he loves her non the less. He is always helping her play, whether she likes it or not. If she ever sits still long enough you will always find him curled up in her lap.
Their favourite game is fetch the paint brush. Katelyn throws a rather large paintbrush, and he drags it back to her and the so on until nasty Mum takes it off them when I can no longer stand the screaming, meowing, giggling and screeching any longer.
Calais was suppose to be Daddy’s cat…looks like that idea went out the window. I guess we will have to try again *wink*
