Kinda Looks Like He's About To Eat Her

Yes?

How to Occupy a Skunk

Tough, rubber Kong packed tight with raisins, walnuts and various assorted treats. Keeps him occupied for hours. Can you do this with kids? I rest my case as to why I am still childless.

The Foosa

His Block given name is Azrael, but over the years he has become "The Foosa". If you've seen Madagascar, you'll understand the reference. He's generally anywhere and everywhere he's not supposed to be, and unlike any cat I've ever met he is desperate for attention. One of his other nicknames is the Puppet Master. Whenever he gives this cute face, or lets out a pitiful yowl that would make most people's skin crawl, I'll do just about whatever he wants. Whenever this happens Tim starts singing "Puppet Master" by Metallica - because Foosa pulls my strings every time.

I Hate My Apartment

It's nice, right? Can't even tell from these lovely pictures that there is no refrigerator, the A/C condensor (hiding behind that quaint little partial fence) needs to be replaced, and that the kitchen is currently painted an unthinkable shade of puked-up corn yellow. Here! Take my hundreds of thousands of dollars! No refrigerator? No problem! Ridiculously high HOA fee that comes along with rules prohibiting being barefoot in your own front yard before six in the morning? Sign us up! Oh, the A/C needs to be replaced? Hooray - more money we get to spend! (Need I remind you that I live in South Florida? The land where it reaches 90 degrees in October.) And yet, the stupid heartless bankers are still reluctant to give us the damn keys. I don't understand why. Oh, wait. It must be the hundreds of people banging at the door begging to live in a puke yellow kitchen with no regrigerator and broken A/C.

The point of this whole rant? The idea of getting to live in this, and paint the kitchen a not so horrible color, and possible sweat to death with no cold drinks for the first three months or so, has turned me against my apartment. The spacious two bedroom with vaulted ceilings that I once adored I now despise. Simply because it is not this house.

Again, I Ask...

HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS FACE??

Is This Not the Cutest Face You've Ever Seen?

If it's not, you are either heartless, or the mother of a human baby, and you therefore DON'T GET IT.

I Believe I Can Fly

Styx, right before she decided she needed more excitement in her life and took a swan dive off the entertainment center. Don't worry, the only one hurt was me when I caught her spikes out.

Taking the High Ground

Ever since Loki joined the family, it's not exactly safe for the cats on the floor. Tails are easy targets for skunk teeth.

Mom Makes an OK Tree