Got Milk?
A PHOTO STORY OF THE FURRY KIND!
Photos by Termite
WARNING: Prepare to have your heart stolen.
“Got milk? I’m all out!”
A PHOTO STORY OF THE FURRY KIND!
Photos by Termite
WARNING: Prepare to have your heart stolen.
“Got milk? I’m all out!”
A line from “Steel Magnolias” went through my head more than once while watching the participants of the Sixth Annual Grand Isle Ladies Fishing Rodeo arrive dockside at Bridgeside Marina Saturday afternoon, “The whole sanctuary looks like it’s been drenched in Pepto-bismol!” Not only is pink the signature color of the main character of said movie, but it’s also the signature color of anything having to do with Breast Cancer Awareness, and believe me, there’s no way anyone could attend this magnificent event and not be aware.
with someone else on their boat for a change!!! The cypress cottage aka Camp Dularge is across the bayou from the camp of a delightful couple who invited me to join them on a trout hunt this morning. You bet your bippy I would! And maybe later I’ll be back here with some photos (if…
About 6 years ago, my two oldest sons came home from town with a cute little dog in hand. “Don’t bring that dog in here. DO NOT BRING THAT DOG IN THIS HOUSE!”, was my solid reaction. The whole time, Daboo was holding her muzzle in his fingers saying, “Look at that sweet face, Momma….
It’s that time again. The time where I come across one of my favorite things on the bayou: WILDFLOWERS! This week some beautiful flowers on the shoulder of the road caught my attention. I literally stopped traffic to get a photo because I had to park on the road, since they were on the shoulder…
and then a swarm. That’s how it is with life on the bayou. It seems there is never a dull moment. And maybe there are no dull moments in city or suburban life, but I suspect those moments are a little different from ours. After being sick, living out of ice chests for 5 days,…
What are you playing for? Well, SusieCR has very generously donated her prize BACK to the readers of BW. She can’t redeem it and doesn’t want it to vanish into thin air. I would be less than an honest bayou hostess if I didn’t pass this re-gift on to you, the few, the faithful BW…
Those blue eyes are unreal. Precious and I don’t even like cats!
So precious and adorable!!!
Hi Valda, and welcome to this blog. Not sure I’ve seen you comment before, so please speak up any time! We love new comers to comment! BW
Wendy, if you and I can figure out how to keep kittens and pups from aging for 10 – 15 years we will become filthy rich!!
The pictures were super.
That WOULD be great, wouldn’t it, John? LOL! I can’t take the credit for the photos. Termite took them!
Are they yours or did you happen upon them on one of your excursions? Those blue eyes are beautiful. That last photo of Mom says “ATTITUDE”.
As you can see, I won’t have to wait to get home to checkout your Blog, Grand Isle State Park now has Wi-Fi! Yipeeeeeeeeeee!
Look at you, girl, surfing the net from Grand Isle State Park! That is way cool!
You should be ashamed of yourself posting these cute pictures on Mother’s Day! I would adopt the one in the the fourth picture you call “gray and white” but I can’t.
This litter reminds me of the menagerie of cats that always showed up to live under Grandmother and Nannie’s back steps and outer building. I looked forward to spring and summer waiting to see how many kittens would turn up and if we could tame them. Wonderful pics that brought back memories of our childhood.
Oh, I had the exact same thoughts, Katy, because there is ANOTHER litter under the back of the house and Termite finally got to them and they just hissed and spat at him like the ones at Grandmother’s used to do!!! They are not as tame as their cousins in the photos!
OMG!!! They are so cute! I’m not a cat lover but who can resist a little baby kitten.
Hey, Jody! Glad you have you stop by!
Cute little sneeze invoking kittens. I’m allergic so from this distance they are adorable, up close and I’d be running for Benadryl.
Thank goodness, Tara, these are “cyber kitties” and you won’t need Benadryl!!!
Hissing Kitties is that the name of Darth’s new band???
Anyway brings me back to the old earcorn cribs that raised bunches of wild cats. memory serves there was always a curious one who did not spit or claw but would sucker you into sticking your hand in the opening. Sometimes you got your hand back but mostly it was painful. One of my earliest childhood memories. PS. the fish worm pit was right there.
I laughed so hard at the first picture! You know if that momma cat could talk she’d be saying, “OMG, can you please get them off of me? My ninnies are killing me!” *LOL*
I still want the white one, but the gray one is too cute.
I did NOT need to see these pictures!!! I had this puppy thing going for awhile (I really wanted one because I saw a cute one) now I will have a kitten thing going. They are great pictures.