Moose does have an animal-themed best friend, but his name is ‘Frog’, and not ‘Squirrel’. I guess maybe Squirrel would be too distracting anyway.
Funny, France is like three times bigger than Olde Englande, but an Olde English Bulldogge is about three times as big as a Frenchie.
Ran into this while I was wandering around Hayes Valley. Whoever made it, I love you!
Of course, the real estate market in San Francisco is such that most people still couldn’t afford the place.
Complete with teensy little welcome mat!
So, I may have mentioned that I bought an RV. I had to register it before I left California on my current little jaunt. (No, it’s not a vacation, it’s… work. Lots of work. But it’s still kind of cool, in an incredibly OH MY GOD HOW DO PEOPLE OUTSIDE OF SAN FRANCISCO STAND THIS WEATHER sort of way.) So I stopped in Auburn, CA, which is a very small town with a very-small-town DMV. I managed to get to it without actually hitting anything on the winding roads. And discovered that about 100 feet away there was a cat sanctuary, rescue, and adoption center, the Friends Forever Auburn Cat Sanctuary.
And there I found a whole boodle of cats and kittens. These three are siblings: the tuxedo is Cricket, the one with the white face is Hunter, and the one with the outrageous mustache… I didn’t get the name of. Because I am a bad person. They are all adoptable and are loving siblings and would just adore being adopted together. (Or at least two? Who doesn’t need at least two cats?) A quick road trip to Auburn from San Francisco is hardly a hardship, is it?
Also, I am currently in Winnemucca, and it appears that AT&T did not plan for the fact that I am surrounded by about 400 truckers with itchy cell phone fingers, because the signal here is great but the internet is glacial. Uploads take ages, but at least I don’t have to babysit them. Interactive stuff is horribly slow. So you get some cute cat pictures without all of my quasi-witty captions/hovertext today. Lucky you!
Poor Borzou (6) had a hot spot on his leg, but don’t worry: it had pretty much all healed up by the time this was taken.
(Sorry I’ve been so bad this week! It has been, if not a nightmare, at least somewhat… fraught. But I did stop today for long enough to get a BUNCH of cat pictures, enough for many fine caturdays to come. Expect something extra-cute tomorrow.)
In the mean time, Borzou had completely gotten used to the cone of shame and was using it to nudge people into petting him.
Someone didn’t want to let me just pass on by.
I run into this pup every once in a while at work, but am not sure I ever got a name.
Before there was Postmates, before there was even the first Domino’s, there were people who knew what was really important, and how to get it to you quickly in a city whose roads are frequently jammed with traffic.
And that’s more gin than even I need. Which is a considerable amount, given the mountain of work I have to do.
Inky pool of dog-darkness, with one teensy little pink tongue!
I think I’ll start calling pugs ‘toe-lickers’.
Despite appearances, Boomer was not happy to see me. Bummer!
No matter how small and innocent I made myself look, Boomer just wasn’t up for meeting me. Pomeranians are usually the most sociable of the little bitty breeds, too.
A two-headed dog with Marcel Marceau makeup.
“Now there,” he said, “Is something you don’t see every day.”
So what happens when they want to go in different directions?
Somebody was not pleased to be at our local dog groomerie.
Someone is about to halve in size.