Random photographic sort of evidence that I haven't been incarcerated for trying to smuggle squirrels into the movies or wandering the country in search of the elusive Hamburglar. Again.
Here you go:
So, this fella was sitting on a lawn chair ever so calmly for 10-15 minutes yesterday. This may not be exciting for some of you, but I live in the city proper, and we just don't have huge birds of prey hanging out every darn day, unless you count "take a hawk to work day" which, honestly, never ends very without someone losing an eye or small child . It was quite lovely until he squawked and swooped in to grab one of the cute little finches that pepper my yard in their twitchy, nervous way.
Trouble was making noises that I've never heard come out of a cat while Mr. Bigbird was visiting. I think he thinks that he'd win that fight. Sorry Trubs, you may be big and strong, but that bird would totally fuck your shit UP- no amount of kitty machismo will change that. Just forget about the bird and go roll around in my scarf drawer that you do in your totally not girly way.
Not pictured: 3,764 more tomatoes, 98 cucumbers, 247 hot peppers and 2 Hobbits.
Bubs singing- poor boy can't carry a tune or hit the high notes to save his life.
Good thing he's as cute as a teddy bear humping a teacup chihuahua on a rainbow.
Millie and her best side, using my poor desk chair as a climbing wall. She's like the monkey I never had...
The cuteness, it is strong in this one. Smoosh her face you must, young jedi.
Finally, the entire contents of my makeup basket from the bathroom. No, you may not have the pills, but if you're nice I might let you touch my...brushes.
This is what happens when you have too many other cute things around the house- you stop obsessively photographing yourself and instead you spend hours trying to get the framing right so you can capture the perfect shot of your cat's hinder.
I'll try to remedy that asap.