Grand Opening

New Restaurant! Cat 'n a Basket! Tender white meat available in small basket...

Jumbo size!

Also available with head!

And brand new to the menu, Dark Meat in a Bucket!

Birthday Hijinks and Poor Kitty

Annie's 12th birthday was Thursday, and unlike last year when I did a glowing blog dedication, this year I'm late in even putting up photos. That's an ice cream cake there, chocolate layers with vanilla filling. My favorite part about making these things is I get to ice them with Cool Whip, a very forgiving medium.

The pile o' loot, including the Husky webkin she got from her friend. She's going to make it into the "Wolf Link" from the Twilight Princess game, something that involves making it a toilet paper roll shackle or something.

She was excited to get her "Manga for Dummies" kit, even though she later found she didn't dig the brush markers that much. Oh well.

Al had to do an egg drop thingy, I think for Physics class. (That would make sense, right?) This first one wasn't that sucessful, because her friend Ray was playing with it and messed up some of her straws or something. She reglued it though, and Benedict II survived unscathed, and she got 5 extra points.

Poor Itty got fixed yesterday. She wouldn't quit with the licking of the incision, so now she must wear the Cone of Shame. She is not happy with this development, but she otherwise seems to have forgiven us. Ghost is acting downright squirelly though, I guess he thought she had gone the way of Six, and now he thinks she's a zombie after his brains or some such.

Wake Me Up When December Ends

Sure, she was old, but this month already blew bad enough without expiring pets jumping on the bandwagon. At least she has a sense of irony--I had finally convinced Terry that it was time to take her in because she looked miserable, so he made an appointment for Friday. Then she started looking even worse, so he called back, and I swear the dang cat quit breathing before they even picked up the phone, so it was kind of a moot point by then. We wrapped her in a towel and buried her behind the shed (shh, don't tell anybody, we're not supposed to do that in the township), and Annie picked out this rock and I scribbled on it. Oh well, I guess it will be less fur clogging up my Dyson.