Saturday, August 29, 2009
Who's Dat?
Friday, August 21, 2009
As the Paw Turns: Celebration!
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"Goma, get off the sidebar and come join us.

I worriez about it being "furreeee advertising" for your mayoral campaign next year. Does this meanz I hasta give equal space to other candidates? Hmmmm."
While everyone gathers at table, GJ invites Khyra to join the floofsters. "After all... wouldn't you all agree that's a very good way to begin getting along?" In unison, effuryone responds, "Yes, oh yes it is. That's how the paw turns . . . towards you with friendship!
As Melvin jumps under the table to retrieve his little mousie, he sees Sweet Praline reach for both the Mayor's and Bhu's paws. Maggy whispers to Khyra "She's such a diva!" Hmmmmmm.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009
As the Paw Turns: The Realization!
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As the Paw Turns: Deception!
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
As the Paw Turns: The Competition



Monday, August 17, 2009
As the Paw Turns
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
As the Fur Flies



A little something we picked up on this past Monday -- Mancat Monday, as it were. Bhu, are you ready for this? "Why U think me is hiding in the bag?" Are you looking for purresents for your girlfriends? "Uh, sure, yeah that's it! That's the ticket! Yes, me iz lookin' fur purresents fur Maggy and Sweet Praline."
Saturday, August 1, 2009
GladoWEiz!!

The second coolest summer on record here. I am not complaining, except "How come we can't have it like this ALL the time?? Huh?" The gladioli are starting to bloom and the very dark ones are my faves. This is the same patch where the peas grew until the bunny ate everything! It's at this time of the year that I always have gardener's remorse: Why didn't I work harder and make a larger garden? My muscles tell one story in spring; my imagination tells another in August!
Bhu is having a nap under the antique oak rocker, so no photo-op there. "U getz away furrum me! Me iz nappin!"
Corless says I am smarter than Natalie Wood. Actually, the character she played in "Miracle on 34th Street" was a fair representation of me as a child (except I wasn't a snotty know-it-all, but I did sit on Santa's lap at Macy's . . . repeatedly). When I was a gifted child, I always missed my friends in the middle. Play is good for humans and that is the part of life I have neglected. Maybe "neglected" is the wrong term, because it hasn't been an entirely voluntary decision. I chose to be responsible for my family's well-being out of necessity. I chose to take care of myself instead of relying on others. I have always paid my bills and lived within or below my means. I have been "green" when green wasn't cool. I give, I tolerate, I testify, but I do not thrive. What will my future hold?
Bhu sez, "OMG, U R so neurotic! Ur future will be to makez me some more chicken liver pate. U iz good at that!" Well, thanks, Bhu! I'm glad you like it! xxoo Patty
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