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!”
That is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The barbs and hooks of outrageous treble, Or to take arms against SB573 And, by opposing, end the insanity. . . Shakespeare was just about as hard to understand as the reasoning behind Louisiana SB573, which would ban the taking of red drum…
Once again, Heather Here and I did not get to do all the things we wanted to do while she was down for a visit recently. And some of those things were going to have photos to go along with them just for YOU to see and enjoy. That means she’ll just have to come…
but somebody’s gotta do it and I love taking them to do it! We meet early in the morning at the landing . . . Load up all the volunteer planters and all the plants and chests of water During the hour-long journey, we see some interesting sights–especially if you’ve never been to coastal Louisiana…
Some folks call a black drum a “goo” and consider it undesirable; but when a fish gives it’s life for my pleasure or gain, I do not feel comfortable wasting its life. So, in honor of the 30.5 pound black drum that gave its life for me, I call these “Goo Cakes”. They are…
As a wetland advocate and tour guide, I have the privilege of educating people from across the nation and across the oceans about the beauty and bounty, degradation and disappearance of the wetlands here. They learn about the necessity of healthy marshes to protect humans, wildlife, and infrastructure from storm surges. They hear for the first time that roughly, every 2.7 miles of healthy marsh reduces a storm surge by one foot.
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who lived in Denmark. Her name was Anna Christina Hansen. No one really knows why she left her country, but at the age of 16, she bravely boarded a ship headed for the new country sometime around 1924. She ended up in Michigan where she met 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.