Twinkie's mom here.
Today I attempted to sleep off the effects of a migraine. Migraine time is, of course, entirely Twinkie Time. Captive audience you know.
Most of the time, she's not one to sit on my lap. But lay on the couch... I can hardly get settled before she's picking her favorite spot on ME.
She's fallen off me and the couch quite a few times. Usually a slow slide, followed by a hefty and surprised thump.
She usually starts out on her side, all stretched out.
Then starts the slow inevitable roll onto her back.
Luckily, she balanced herself well today. No sliding off.
All in all, when you're feeling crummy from either the migraine or the drugs, she's a pretty amusing little couch buddy.
Note: these photos are all taken with my camera phone. So not the best, but it was handy.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Obligatory holiday lounge
Adventures in THE BAG
It all started when Gran'ma came over to play... Her massive foot scared me.
I was forced to seek cover in a paper bag.
It wasn't easy to get open, but I managed.
The evil old woman, angry about a birthday or something equally as silly, continued to harass me.
I was forced to retreat even further, because her feet were rather stinky.
And then jump out and disembowl her with my mighty fangs and talons.
I can't show that, however. Mom says this blog has RULES. Hmph. All that work gone to waste.
I was forced to seek cover in a paper bag.
It wasn't easy to get open, but I managed.
The evil old woman, angry about a birthday or something equally as silly, continued to harass me.
I was forced to retreat even further, because her feet were rather stinky.
And then jump out and disembowl her with my mighty fangs and talons.
I can't show that, however. Mom says this blog has RULES. Hmph. All that work gone to waste.
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