HEY! I'm trying to get some sleep here! Christ!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
E-mail me!
You can e-mail me at rockycat24@yahoo.com
About Me
- rockygrace
- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
Blog Archive
-
▼
2013
(248)
-
▼
July
(20)
- Boy knows how to relax, is all I'm sayin'
- Well, I never claimed to a be classy lady ...
- I got the Sunday puzzle! I got the Sunday puzzle!
- Well, that's kind of like twisting the shiv
- In the garden
- I wonder
- More stuff I did last week
- Stuff I did last week
- Abandoned
- No. Just No.
- THAT'll wake you up in a hurry
- My worst fear
- Cemetery, Part 2
- Hey! Fox! GET OFFA MY LAWN!
- Cemetery
- Flags on the Fourth
- Dudes. Duuuudes.
- Stuff I've done so far today
- Random
- This post is supposed to be sung to the tune of "T...
-
▼
July
(20)
2 comments:
I love that second to last photo!
He's just waiting for someone to draw the chalk outline.
Tinks came into rescue care as a completely unsocialized, six-month-old inner-city stray street kitten. The day I went to pick him up to foster him, his previous fosterers had to pull him out of the back of a recliner, where he had been hiding because he was so terrified of people. The first week or so he stayed with me, the only time I saw him was in the middle of the night, when he'd venture out of the spare bedroom closet (his preferred hiding spot at my house) to ghost around the place. More than once I found him curled up in my bedsprings, determined to retreat from the world. So to see him now, all sprawled out, king of all he surveys, just tickles me.
Post a Comment