Friday Cat Blogging No. 44: Hopper Bag
It’s supposed to be a hockey bag, but now it’s a Hopper bag. She seized it for herself while I was airing it out and letting my gear dry. *sigh* You can see a close-up here.
Why am I posting this so early? Because I haven’t slept yet! Argh!
(@) Angelo says: More pet pics are available for your viewing pleasure at this week?s Friday Ark. If you post your own pets? photos, leave them a trackback or comment and you?ll be listed there, too. And remember–they don’t limit pictures just to cats! :[
Our furkids take everything as their own…once they even made a cello case into their big bed.
I cat blogged last week, forgot to this week.
December 22, 2006 9:02 am
Aw, but she looks so CUTE in that bag! :d
December 22, 2006 5:58 pm
Angelo is the most studly of your cats, but Hopper is the funniest. She picks the funniest places to rest!
December 22, 2006 9:22 pm
Awwwww… cute!
Now go to sleep! Mwah!
December 23, 2006 3:17 am
Merry Christmas!!!!
December 24, 2006 8:15 am
Cats are good for that sort of thing. My two will immediately lay claim to any box left on the floor.
December 25, 2006 1:39 am
Robin, Hopper has done that with my guitar case. It’s a moot point right now, though, since it’s been a very long time since I’ve played it.
Ananke, I know, I know. That’s how the little princess gets away with things that boys would never get away with! Or probably not, anyway. :p
jane, true ‘dat. Actually, Angelo may be the studliest of the boys, but the ladies lurrrvvvve Basil. “Look at those gorgeous blue eyes!” That was when we used to bring him for visits at a local nursing home. You’re certainly right about Hopper, though.
DB, I know. It’s about 3:00 a.m. right now, and I haven’t even had my Xbox fix yet because we had these holiday festivities to go to! And I won’t be able to play at all tomorrow because we’ll be driving to another state to visit Brian’s folks! So mwah to you! :d
Al, right back atcha! (*)
Joefish, definitely. Even if there’s stuff inside the box!
December 25, 2006 3:13 am