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!”
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….
As evidenced by Diane’s blog photos and mine below. Did you know that American bald eagles fly south to inhabit their six-foot wide nests in the fall of the year? They spruce up their nests, typically the ones they used the year before, breed, lay their eggs, hatch them, teach them to fly and then…
Well, Deloutre Switch and The Miller are gone, and I miss them already. DS and I worked together years ago, when I was fresh out of college. I hadn’t seen her in about 25 years, and I was so excited when she found me on a google search last year. Now, we have reconnected, and…
Everyone who attempted to answer the question(s) was entered in a drawing for the prizes. First the names went on two lists: The Lurkers on the top half of the page, and The Veterans on the bottom. Then I printed the list, cut the names in strips, and folded them in fourths. Next, I put…
At the end of last month, as I visited with my new friend “Lizbeth”, she pulled a dish out of her ice box and said I just had to try her Cajun Caviar on crackers. Before I could say, “Oh my gosh! This is sooooo good”, she was writing the recipe for me from memory. I decided right then and there I would make it for the first BWA and see how my guests enjoyed it.
Grand Isle has the friendliest people. First off, a very nice couple let us use their beach- front camp for our weekend on Grand Isle. I’d say that was pretty friendly, wouldn’t you? On Friday morning, Termite and I headed to the center of the island to eat our traditional meal at the Starfish Diner….
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.