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Garrett Dash Nelson
Dem Apples
Dem Apples doesn’t have to be a mere repository of apostrophic debates about liberalism and ironically amusing comments by slightly off-kilter cat women
Patricia Baker
Pat's Pond
One more nose-bite to you, Blogmother.
Pat Santy
Dr. Sanity
Sissy Willis at sisu puts on her psychological hat in this excellent post.
Great photos of mood changes.
Posted by: goomp | May 30, 2011 at 03:14 PM
I wasn't aware that Tuck required a navigator - and such a cute one at that!
Posted by: Gayle Miller | May 31, 2011 at 09:10 AM
Oh, yes. He has always depended upon the navigational skills of our feline betters. See "Baby is my Co-pilot
Posted by: Sissy Willis | May 31, 2011 at 09:15 AM
You can almost hear the kitty whispers for Tuck to "turn here". LOL.
Posted by: Teresa | May 31, 2011 at 01:06 PM
Oh my gosh! You weren't playing John Denver were you? A long time ago when my husband and I were newlyweds we had two cats, Tiger and Bear. Tiger was the female and Bear was the male. We used to put the cats in the car with us when we traveled and back then we didn't even know about cat carriers.
Back then my husband really liked John Denver. Me? Not so much. Tiger agreed with me wholeheartedly.
One day Bob was playing John Denver singing, "Take Me Home, Country Roads", and Tiger jumped up behind his seat and grabbed him on the head with both paws, started nipping at him, and chirping, "At, at, at, at!" Tiger really didn't like John Denver. Bob had to turn it off.
Tiger really looked a lot like your LK.
Brings back sweet memories.
Posted by: Laura Lee Donoho | May 31, 2011 at 07:08 PM