Four ‘o clock this morning, on Evie’s bed. One proud cat, one horrified daughter, one obliging Dad.
Posted on May 9, 2016, in Uncategorized and tagged cats, Children, Doodlemum, Drawing, Humour, Illustration, Life, Sketchbook. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
aaaaawwwww poor doggy and poor you xxxx
Poor baby. Awkward!
I hate doing this: "vial"
The ultimate recycle of life. My grandmother had a bed of pansies by the walkway to the back door. M
LOL... the same as myself when i come home from the hairdresser... way much better, maybe i will be
Me too. Same vax. A bit of a headache but that was it. Hang in there.. Terry
Congratulations!
We are creatures of habit I think, we like it the way it is!
Someone should advise cats that this really isn’t the thing to do… euuww! xxx
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If only haha xD
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This is why Sparta Puss has a dusk to dawn curfew.
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A token of his esteem…
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More likely a shrew, and they’re a protected species.
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Ours used to do that, and crunch on the bones while sitting near the pillows. A rude awakening!
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I realize it is difficult to believe at 4 a.m., but Arnie is just sharing his treasure ;-/!
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LOL!!!!
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