More 'Splodin

It's true. I really do need to work more on my dog pix and start putting some of these cat pix up on The Orange Menace site (so much to do, so little time)...but having said that, I wanted to post something and then need to go spend time with the hound, so I'm posting something I already had almost ready to go....it's more of "the normal business" around here....this happens Every. Day. It's almost more than a hooman can bear!

Note Spike's tongue out!

These next ones are not as high-quality shots 'coz I took them in low light on my cell phone and had to really edit them to make them visible...but we got new recliners recently and one day recently (weekend or holiday) I'd been cleaning up in the back of the house and come out to find LoML asleep in "my chair" in front of the tv....as his chair was already taken:

Cool Stuff

While I posted pix of two of these on the side bar, I thought I'd explain a bit about each...and show you another cool thing. First my new magnet on the car:

It's a good way to remind me about my attitude (which can use frequent adjusting!). I may be barking less these days, but I've been guilty of a bit of growling. Hmmmm.

The next is a gift I managed to surprise LoML with at Christmas. I found it at Mum Fest, a local craft-type street fair held each October in New Bern, NC. The top of it is solar so that it does actually light up at night.

And then this:

This is an extreme close-up...it's a glass necklace sent to me for Christmas by my very dear friend...it's been around my neck every day since I got it and I treasure it!

Life's Tough

Sorry Polly...but thought the world needed to know how rough the cats have it around here:

Me & My Shadow 2014

Miscellaneous Natterings

Random pix and observations...
Not trick photography...Spike is almost as big as Willow.

Quick! Turn your head - she grabbed her camera!

It's a great box!

These are part of my childhood Christmases. Mom still gets them out and sets them up every year :D Rudolph turned 50 this year and Santa is a spry 49. Not sure if the Christmas tree would feel complete without them.

Mom & Dad's big boy, Trouble. For those not up-to-speed, he spent the first few weeks of life under and around our deck. His mom belonged to our next-door neighbor.

Mom & Dad's other cat. She has multiple names...depending on who you ask! Her main name is Princess. She looks sweet here, doesn't she? She was originally fostered by the same wonderful vet friend who rescued Xander and Spike! They share a lot of personality traits :D

This coffee mug was one of our Christmas presents. The Jean Dale is a fishing vessel that was owned and worked by LoML's grandfather. After he passed away the family donated the boat to the Core Sound Waterfowl Museum where it was restored and placed on display.

This picture is typical of recent events in our household. If you look closely, you'll see a black boot string on the floor in between Xander's tail and his back foot. He's obsessed with strings. That's all he wants to play with these days. We have multiple strings throughout the house. If somebody's not actively playing string with him, Xander will flop down on or beside a string and try to psych someone into playing. As I type this, he's fallen asleep on top of one.

Before Polly starts fussing too much, allow me to return to the star of the blog:

No matter what the kitties are doing, Gwyn's generally nearby, keeping an eye on them.

Taking Back the Blog

Gwyn here at the keyboard.

My friend Polly, who's Mom has a lovely blog called Graceful Greyhounds, is worried about my Mom's blog...and by extension, worried about me. She thinks there have been way too many pix of cats on the blog lately and not nearly enough of me. She was so alarmed by this trend that she sent me an invite to come live with her. While I would love to visit her and her Mum, I would miss my home here.

Polly, I know you find it hard to believe, but I really do like my kittehs. And my humans do still take good care of me...even if they haven't been showing you daily pix of how lovely I am. Today I got to play with my favorite toy before the rain moved in. So I guess I'll stay here...but I'm gonna' put my paws down and hound Mom into remembering that the only animal who's mentioned in her blog title is DOG!

It's a 3-Cat Day

(As opposed to a 3-dog night!) Note that there's really not much size difference...except that it won't be long before Willow's the smallest! And, yes, Spike's tail is frequently that puffed--even when he's not doing anything in particular! We've started referring to him as the snow leopard!

Baby Thief!

Gwyn is  a good dog. But when it comes to "babies," she has no self-control. None. Anything she views as a baby should be hers.

And she's sneaky! She can be *very* quiet getting to them. I was cleaning out a cabinet for some furniture rearranging and came across a little bean-bag bear that was a souvenir from a trip. Obviously, bean bag babies are not greyhound approved!


What? Me?!?

I had to bribe her with a new baby to get it away from her :D The turtle was one I'd had in reserve for her. Note the other toys in close proximity...it's not like she's neglected!

Sadly, turtle didn't make it long....about 8 minutes.

Extreme Cuteness Once Again

You think I'm exaggerating when I claim that the cuteness makes it hard to leave the house? Well, see for yourself...it starts out with some general rolling around...maybe some biting...maybe some rabbit-kicks...

...going for the jugular...

...some shameless belly-showing (the curliness of which slays me!)...

...but invariably there's a lot of kissing/cleaning...

Mommy-doggy is generally nearby...

So. Still think I've been exaggerating???

Starting 2014 Right

Go ahead. Report me to the authorities! I'm about to furnish you with all the proof you need of my cruelty. It started like this:

Oh, heck no!

 I couldn't help myself!

:::Sigh::: Do you see what I have to put up with?!

 From the barn, it spread to the house:

(Note the awesome silver greyhound head under the tree that LoML got me to go on my desk!)

Was that good, mom? Do I get treats for this?!!!

 Further indignities soon followed:

We. Are. NOT. Amused!

My sweet boy...He wasn't thrilled, but was the best sport about it.

 

You just have to use your imagination here, coz' even I'm not stupid enough to try to put antlers on Spike! Was bad enough I sliced my finger on a cutting blade today...I don't wanna' have to go in for a blood transfusion!

WISHING YOU ALL A GREYT NEW YEAR FILLED WITH LOTS OF SMOOCHES FROM FURBABIES!!!