Needle Noses and Fat Tyres

Moving

Fewer cardboard boxes and sweaty men. We've moved to another platform.

I have hopes that an easier platform will allow me to post on the fly. When I crack the schittes posting, my reaction is to abandon all things bloggy. That makes me sad. (Insert the sads here.) 

Here's to hoping Wordpress and http://ihatetoast.wordpress.com/ will be easier.

Love you miss you want you bye~

Katy, Omo, Fabian, Peppa, and Persephone Buttercup

Test hdtyrdgfc

 This is a test of the Emergency Blogcast System. This is only a test. 

 

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I'd write more, but I am drunk.

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Valhalla: Viking heaven and kitteh hell.

 

He does a little Stevie Wonder imitation at the end. 

Whoa. Forgot about the Pet Blogger Hop. Egads. My mind is in a bucket.

• Link up your pet blog name and URL using the Linky Tool below. You only need to add your link once to be seen on all the Saturday Pet Blogger Blog Hop Linky Tools for that week. Note that if your blog is not pet related your link will be removed. Also note that only one post per blog is acceptable, and links promoting giveaways that are unrelated to the pet blogger hop will be removed. This is a community building exercise and not a promotional vehicle – please treat it as such.
• Grab the “Saturday Pet Blogger Blog Hop” button on the right hand side of this site and include it in your Saturday Blog hop post so that your readers will know what is going on. *Note – posting is optional. Feel free to just link and follow.
• Follow your co-hosts listed in the first 3 slots of the Linky Tool.
• Follow as many other blogs on the linky as you’d like.
• Take a moment to comment on the blogs telling them you’re from the blog hop.
• Follow back when you get a new follower through the Saturday Pet Blogger Hop.
• Make friends and grow. ♥

 

Cuddle Hymn of My Greyhound Republic

Mine eyes look on the cuteness of the puppy I call Fabes.
He may only have three legs but he's a magnet for the babes.
His willy is pathetic; he has no chance of getting laid,
but hope keeps hopping on.

Faby Baby, he's my puppy.
Squirmy like a hyper guppy.
Faby Baby, he's my puppy.
Our love keeps hopping on.

I have seen my lovely Omo nestled in his bed at night.
He is old, and he is achy, but the love in him burns bright.
I like to hide his ears to make a ghost that likes a fright
and put pretty pink stuff on.

Homey Omo, he's my old man
A life of cuddles, that is his plan.
Homey Omo, he's my old man.
Our love keeps snuggling on

Resting up for the big read

We are rested from influenza, bronchitis, and several booked weekends. It's time. It's time to face the unread blog posts.

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Baby, it's cold inside

It got down to 1 degree Celsius (~34F) last night. We don't have heat. There are only a few nights like this. We choose to bundle up and wear ugly shoes.

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Who needs two legs up front anyway?

We've given up on keeping Fabian off The Red Womb of Nappage. Last night we saw these two snuggle. It's the first time we've seen their love be ... consummated?

Usually Peppa weaves between Fabian's legs and Fabian hops around following Peppa. Now they snuggle.

Now I click away.

Another front leg would just get in the way.

Aw, but where's his leg pillow?

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Holidays

The bald kids are here--we call them stepchildren when we're among polite society--so I'm taking the time off to hang with them. They sleep in late. Until they wake up, I hang with the fuzzy musclebums. 

If you hold the camera or webcam up like this, you lose your middle-age chicken neck. My kind of plastic surgery.

 

Wordless Wednesday--Oh deer