LOLZ 4 U

I'll admit it, even thought I don't link to I Can Has Cheezburger?, I am completely addicted to it. So...without further adieu, here are some home-made LOLZ for you. Because we haven't had a good cat-centric post here in quite some time. And heaven knows, what the world needs now is a WHOLE BUNCH OF PURPOSELY MIS-SPELLED CAPTIONED PICTURES OF MY CATS. Or at least things could lighten up around here already, what with the posts about our friend Jordan and griping about how I can't find any fellow Southern California bloggers and such. This was not posed, I swear. He's part Golden Retriever, thus the lack of dignity, and the soft, golden belly fur. Good times! I've put this picture of Edie up here before, but I looove the look on her little face. Scott calls her little nose/mouth area "Heavens' Half-Inch" - you can make of that what you will. Pensive Cat This is Fynn with a neighbor kitty who has since moved house. I believe the cat was named Moo, or Moose, or Mel, or....Sid - something similar. He was as big as a house. U Haz a Smell One of my favorite 'baby pictures' of Fynn. He totally allows this sort of thing, because he and Chuck were taken from each others' loving arms at birth and magically turned into the opposite species. It's the only explanation I have for owning the most dog-like cat ever - and dovetails nicely with Chuck and his moods, sighs and general disdain for humankind, while allowing all sorts of liberties to be taken with their bodies and dignity. See? Headache Cat says to stop humiliating him, please. Mmmmm tasty! This sort of behavior and the whole 'rolling in the dirt at every possible moment' is why I don't let them out, the little dirty things. They CHOOSE to eat things like this So...what have you been up to?