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!”
Deloutre Switch, an old friend whom I haven’t seen in 25 years, came down the bayou to visit. I was so enthralled by just being with her that I totally forgot to take out my camera and get some photos. Thankfully, she had her camera, and here’s one of her and hubby playing with their…
See this? Guess who has an article on Page 8? Here’s a quote from the website: The Fine Art of Jug Fishin’ Local fisherman practices his art with age-old techniques and a few new innovations. By Wendy Wilson Billiot Heather Here and I have been talking for a while about how to introduce this colorful…
I am soooooo happy to announce that CooNee has gone from the bottle to finger foods – Cheerios, and next on to watermelon, and now she is eating her solids like a big girl – CAT CHOW! Having been raised inside the house, it can be a rather daunting experience for her to go outside…
Gingey, pronounced Jin-Jee, is the term of endearment my second son calls his sweet red-headed wife. I’m not sure why it’s taken so long for me to get the two of them out on a fishing adventure together, but I’m so glad we took advantage of an absolutely gorgeous October day this week.
What kind of berry, you might ask? Well, that is the question/debate of the day. There are two types of wild berries down here, the most common is called the Southern Dewberry. Dewberries ripen earlier than blackberries. The fruits are generally smaller, and more tart and grow more vine-like. Blackberries have a more bushy plant…
We hadn’t gone far up the bayou, when Roscoe pulled up in front of the small local store and gas pumps asking me if I wanted something to drink. Never one to drink much but coffee in the morning, but not wanting to hurt his feelings, I said sure–anything. Quick as a flash, he was…
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.