Don't You Forget Those Unicorns

We've had a lot of rain the past few days. Ark building has commenced in the basement.  Diego-san has a definite opinion about which two cats should be chosen to be passengers and which one should be left behind.

Mixed Up Confusion

Along with the warmth of the sunshine on the back of his neck, Theo can't help but also feel the glare of someone's beady eyes as well.

Imagination 2

One can only imagine what schemes are going through that cute little head.

Imagination

One can only imagine what dreams are cooking in that cute little head...

Hello Theo

You talking to me?

...but I love the boyz...

I have found myself making an awful lot of negative comments when I talk to myself (which is often).  I decided I need to try to think more positively so now every time I utter a negative comment I add the tag line, "but I love the boyz..." to the end of it.

"That guy's an awful driver... but I love the boyz."

"This chicken has no taste... but I love the boyz."

"This weather sucks... but I love the boyz."

"That was a disappointing movie... but I love the boyz."

Etc.

I'm sure the boyz appreciate my attempts to change my attitude...

Medium Rare

Theo noticed his toes look a little pink so he's trying to get the sun to help with getting them more well done.

Either Or

Snuggling or nuzzling... Thompson and Diego-san aren't picky about what you call the activity.

The Boy Who is the Master of His Toys

Give Theo a toy and he'll usually figure out what to do with it. If he can't, he'll figure out what he wants to do with it.

Thompson's Postulate

If you sit and expose your floofy chest, someone is bound to come along and give your a few scritches.  It's one of the things you can definitely count on.

We Love Waffles

Pigs in a blanket?  Nope. Cats on a bed.

Kitty in the Middle

Diego-san may not fully understand the concept of hide and go seek...

This Can't Be Right

Thompson knows the white stuff falling only can mean more naughty words being muttered around the house.

The Winter That Brought Us All Together

Stupid white stuff. The piles finally disappeared last week and then it snowed again yesterday.  Our house is unanimously against this development.

Uddley Fantastic

When his brother huddles, Theo cuddles.

Glove Work

I bought a new softball glove. Thompson is making sure it's broken in before the season starts.

Mistakes Happen

Sometimes when Diego-san gets a little too cocky in his 'da man of da house' role for his own good I remind him that for the first few weeks of his life he was apparently named "Nicole."  His name change came with a certain surgery when his true nature revealed itself.

Sunny Boy

Sometimes he lurks, other times he basks.

Another Reason Diego-san Avoids Theo

Still licking off the smell from this week's visit to the vet...

That Groundhog Has Nothing On This Boy

If Thompson turns and sees his shadow it means the weekend will feel a little bit longer.

Theo's Adventure

Theo survived his annual visit to the vet.  He wasn't too happy when I loaded him up in his carrier but given he gained a pound and a half over the past year, I think he'd agree the past 364 days have been pretty good to him...

Laundry Police

It's the middle of the week and the laundry basket is empty.  Diego-san knows this means there are dirty clothes lying around where they shouldn't be.  He does not approve.

I'm Needed When I'm Needed

Spring has finally sprung the past few days in our neck of the woods.  I still haven't opened the windows but the boyz have definitely been spending less time with me- a reliable source of heat during the winter months.

Strike a Pose

Glamour shot.

Practice Makes Perfect Even Perfecter

When you are the leader of the world you sometimes have to practice looking the part...

What's Happening?

The boyz know that this is supposed to be the time of the year when the windows are first opened, the sound of birds is in the air, and all the fresh spring smells re-enter the house.  Instead there's this dreadful white stuff that keeps falling from the sky...

Our Mystery Boy

It's always difficult to ascertain if he's trying to sort through all these many thoughts in his little head or if there's absolutely a blank slate connected with this look.

Sun Storm Warning

Diego-san insists he doesn't need help- that he'll move before he completely melts into a puddle.

He's No April Fool

Thompson isn't alone in sitting up and taking notice that March came in like a lion and left like a lion.  That's not the way things are supposed to work.  We have 4-8 inches of snow in the forecast for Friday...

Either Ors

The sun pours, Diego-san roars, Theo searches for smores.