I am hanging out with Autumn’s folks while the Lummox convalescences. A couple hours ago her mom walked inside from taking the dogs out, holding a kitten that she’d found standing on their fence. Bear in mind that it’s 22 degrees out.
Apparently the neighbors have outdoor cats who come to visit, and this one wandered away from the pile.
I got to cuddle her until she was nice and purry warm, at least.
I took a LOT of pictures of Adobe, because it was really dark outside when I ran into him. Good thing, too, because this is the only mostly-non-blurry one in the bunch. I really wanted to get some pictures of him, both because he is so unique-looking and because he’s actually only 8 months old. Hard to believe, huh?
Another mutt who kind of does look like he was put together out of spare parts.
Saturday I met a woozle! (This is what many ferret owners call ferrets.) Her name is Marie, pronounced the French way. She is now my friend.
I almost waited for Woozle Wednesday, but I decided she was too cute not to share today.
I think he had other pets too, but I kind of forgot everything after I saw his ferret trying to escape through the front door.
I miss ferrets. I had friends who had them when I lived back East, but they’re illegal in California.
They are SO much fun to play with. They’re like little otters that you can play with as much as you want! And that will lick your nose.
This is shortly before I put away the phone and collected my nose-lick.
One of the houses I walked by recently had a guard cat!
She was actually rubbing against the bars, trying to tempt me to come give her more petting.
Posting is going to be pretty spotty for the next week: I am super busy and have also recently (momentarily) dislocated my right thumb. Which is a bad combination.
On the other hand, a long-haired miniature dachshund and a golf cart? GOOD combination.
He barkbarkbarked at me until we were introduced. Apparently wherever that cart goes is automatically his territory.
He was still a bit skeptical afterwards, but willing to meet me halfway.
Haven’t seen nearly enough of these pups on here.
We should come up with a more pleasant name for these guys than ‘bloodhound’, even if it is appropriate for Halloween. How about ‘velvet-eared cuddler’?
Surely this must be the very queen of floof!
I wonder if she’s a nervous sort and that’s a Thundershirt-style thing, or if it’s just an alternative to a halter.
A kitty I met today! She was impatient with my photographic shenanigans and eager to have her cheeks rubbed.
Obviously vicious guard cat.
See? LOOK AT THE TEEFS!
Iris lost her leg in a tragic high-speed collision. No, she wasn’t hit by a car: she hit a rock at high speed. I would say ‘fortunately it hasn’t slowed her down any’, except in this case it’s more like ‘fortunately it seems to have slowed her down a little bit’ since she still has her three other legs!
PS: Wow, is this really our first berger picard? Still having firsts after all these years.
Yes, there’s another leg back there.
I took these last year… how did I forget to post them until now? Joy was only sixteen weeks old in these pictures and had just graduated from San Francisco Puppy Prep. And man, she was proud as heck!
TONGUE BLOP PLUS CHEST FLOOF! TOO CUTE FOR WORDS!
I got to give her a liver snap. Yum!