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(used to be) sweet kitty

I was just looking at some older pictures.

I wish Lynx was still this sweet.   He has become a bit more…aggressive recently.  Or maybe my hand and my dresser and entertainment center just tastes good to him now.


i would like to take a moment….

…to apologize for the lack of posting  (for those few who read).

There just is not anything very exciting happening with the Britton pets lately.


kitties love the sun.

Luci actually hung out with us this weekend!

poor fwank

Frank.  You all have read about Frank before.  He is big.  He usually stinks.  And he usually has drool on him.  But, he is super sweet.

This week I brought Shirley over to my parents house whenever we visited.

And sometimes when I bring her over, they like to just hang out with her…and not Frank.  Seeing since he insists on always playing and drooling on Shirley…or us.

At one point Saturday night, we were all outside, except Frank.

note the deer heads in the background. my dad is an avid hunter

We decided to let him out to play after this.  Poor Fwank.

stalker pets

For some reason, Shirley and Lynx feel it necessary that they follow me around the house when I am home.  They are always on the same room as me.  Sometimes I trip over them.  And when I am cooking dinner, they hang out in the kitchen.

Of course you can only see little bits of them because they are always laying far away from each other.  But, ever since Lynx was little, he always hung around Shirley.  He would sometimes even copy the way she was laying.  So, maybe Shirley wants to be close to me, and Lynx wants to be close to her?  Who knows.  Animals are weird.

And where is Luci while all of this goes on?

Who knows.  Probably hiding in her secret cave.

these crazy cats

The cats have gotten into the bed.

I hear them all night long and all morning.  Climbing around.  *sigh*

Can you spot both kitties?

can't touch this.

I got Shirley a bone last night from PetSmart.  Which she ate in like an hour.  She gets so protective over her bones.  At least with the cats around.  They will walk by her and she will growl.  And the cats look at her like, “Shirley, you crazy, we don’t want that nasty bone!”

She is so protective of her bones, that she even puts them in her food to monitor while she eats.

Silly dog.