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!”
FIRST: YOU DO NOT MAKE A ROUX (roo)!!!
Seriously. I mean that, I really do. If you are “roux challenged”, then fret no more. This little recipe right here is going to set you free. And it’s just in time for all those leftover mudbugs that nobody ever wants to peel, and because most of us stuff ourselves to the point of bursting the day of the crawfish boil, we don’t care to see another boiled bug until maybe next weekend!
Many of us have seen the great work done for families by Extreme Home Makeovers. Several of you have encouraged me to video our home and apply. Problem is, I feel very blessed and fortunate and don’t consider us as candidates because we don’t do great and wonderful martyr-like sacrificial things like most of those…
Those of you who know me, know that I am a pretty energetic individual, although a little on the chubby side. I can thank a cantankerous thyroid for that. I am about to break my Number One Rule of growing older—-DO NOT TALK ABOUT MY AILMENTS. I’m breaking my rule, because I want to show…
As they used to say in the “old” days, there’s not been much to write home about, unless we talk about the horrible weather or the scouting trip I made with my friend, D.R., this past Monday on a slightly warmer day. We headed south and encountered fog thick as pea soup, and that is no…
OR The Artsy Side of Duck Hunting I love the over-exposed look of this pic. Because I was under a “no flash” order, the slightest movement of either subject or camera causes noise, like seen above. I call this one “Roseau Sky” because this is what I could see while I was reclining amongst the…
Who says so? Annie Oakley, that’s who. Quite the contrary, I found about a dozen men with guns this past weekend. On a whim, I did a search for those old lyrics, the tune running through my mind, and was quite entertained by the verses. She didn’t say she couldn’t FIND a man with a…
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.