I have a little cold, so I need some fluff therapy. And oh my god is this fluff therapy. Ojai (girl, 2 months old) is named after the place that I wrote a blog post from recently, and is every bit as cute. So cute, in fact, that I am just going to shower you with a bunch of pictures, no captions or hovertext today.
Just about the first pictures I ever took with a decent camera were of pretty patterns in sand. Unfortunately, they got lost in a move when I was in my teens. Ever since then, I have been trying to recreate them.
The local SPCA has so many cute little cat beds, like a zillion different kinds. This is one of the cuter ones.
The cat’s pretty adorable too.
For some reason, huskies seem to be named after Norse gods a lot more often than any other breed. I’m guessing it’s some combination of the ‘cold weather’ connection and the fact that they simply are that awesome.
Thor’s got attitude.
Several, actually!
Yes! Aiden, also known as @dogonatrain, is a poodle/Labrador retriever/Cocker spaniel/poodle mix: yes, that’s a DOUBLE QUARTER POODLE! (One parent was a poodle/Lab, and the other was a Cocker spaniel/poodle.)
Aiden is a hugger and a leaner and a smoocher.
I thought maybe he was a parti-poodle, or a mix of one, but apparently the spots came from the Cocker grandparent.
You must go to Dogfest! You must go to Dogfest! The power of Mackey (the 8-year-old Cardigan Welsh corgi mix) compels you!
He’s big! Like ‘German shepherd with no legs’ big. Seriously. I don’t know what he’s mixed with but he’s AWESOME.
I ran across this pup while I was walking by a dog grooming parlor in Arizona. I saw him in the window and just had to run in and ask about him. Turns out he’s the dog groomer’s own pup!
There is nothing like a boxer for the puppydog eyes.
Oh god don’t you just want to cuddle him all day?
I can’t believe I didn’t get this one.
I am back from my Arizona excursion, and in time to post a cat from two weeks ago. Meet Bobby, an unusually adventurous kitty. He loves bus rides, likes greeting people and getting petted, and enjoys going for walks. Needless to say, I adored him.
Perhaps a Maine coon mix? I hear they sometimes like going on walks. Certainly not floofy enough or big enough to be a full Maine coon, though.
The two of them seemed really plugged into one another.
Even when the cat got somewhat manhandled, he didn’t show any signs that he cared.
This kind of expression on a cat in a place he isn’t used to is really rare.
I ran into Lou where I’m visiting, in Phoenix. I haven’t run into a lot of Phoenix dogs this time, but I’ve liked what I’ve seen so far.
He looks like the kind of dog who would leap all over you. I knelt down in front of him and he leaned forward and gave me a very small smooch on the nose, and then just let me pet him. A perfect gentleman.
All of his expressions are goofy.