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!”
You poke it in the eye with a stick. What were you expecting? Sorry, I couldn’t resist. It’s that time of year again. There’s a little cool snap in the air, a little less humidity, and it’s time to either freshen up or build your duck blind. Some of you might recall our duck hunting…
I bought 2 pounds of beautiful shrimp at a grocery store in town. I know. It’s a shame. But most of us lost what was in our freezers after the storms, and we won’t replenish until the May season. When I cleaned them, I saved the heads and the shells to make this . ….
Candlelight service, left to right: Daboo, Captain, Termite, Miah, Danno. You don’t see Dotter and MuzicMan in the photo because they were leading the music. Afterward, off to the boys’ house for food and gifts. Dotter with gift from her hubby MuzicMan. . . a Willow Tree piece called “Together”. MuzicMan with thoughtful gift of…
Springtime. Flowers. Blooms. Pollen. Nectar. Honey. Bees. Bees? When was the last time you sat in your yard in the middle of a clover patch surrounded by wild honey bees? Probably not since your childhood. Chances are, if you do see a honey bee, it belongs in a white box in someone’s back yard. Wild…
Well, not exactly. I drove to New Orleans and met up with my oh-so-famous TV-producer friend, who continues to search for funding for her dream documentary about the vanishing wetlands and vanishing culture here.
Would you like me to elaborate? Well, I’m going to anyway. In French, Mardi Gras or “Fat Tuesday” has its roots in the ancient Greek spring festival in honor of Dionysus, the god of wine. It was originally called Carnival, or in the original Latin, Carne Vale or “Farewell to the Flesh”. The Romans adopted…
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.