Snapshot #277

I snapped this photo while Studly Doright enjoyed an ice cream cone at Madeira Beach.

Let’s call this one, I Enjoy Sophomoric Humor, So Sue Me.

Peace, people!

Snapshot #276

Studly and I are in Safety Harbor, Florida, exploring the lovely downtown area. We stopped for tacos and I snapped this picture inside the cafè.

Let’s call this, “Doing Epic Sh*t.”

Snapshot #272

On December 27, 2019, we lucky denizens of the Florida panhandle are enjoying temperatures in the mid-70’s. I’ve seen lizards skittering about and bees pollinating plants, but they all refused to remain still for a photo.

My front yard has some gorgeous pink flowers that accommodated me, though. I’m calling this photo, “Is this a Camellia?”

Peace, people!

Lesson Learned

Never, under any circumstances, should one attempt to apply a topical medicine to a cat’s ear fold while naked. That is all.

From the Black Cat

Dear Inferior Beings,

You probably think Halloween is all about tricks and treats, goblins and ghosts, witches and jack-o’-lanterns. Wrong! Wrong, I tell you!

We black cats rule on October 31, and don’t you forget it.

Now, make sure you leave me a tuna flavored treat and no one’ll get scratched.

Meow, people.

How to Make Me Cry

My daughter just sent this photo of a journal entry our youngest grandchild wrote at school. In case you’re wondering, I’m Nana.

And yes, I cried.

Snapshot #269

Studly Doright and I are traveling south to Silver Springs, Florida, today. I wasn’t sure I’d come up with a post en route, so here’s a photo of a squirrel in our yard. Let’s call this one, Autumn Squirrel.

Peace, people!

Snapshot #271

I’m recovering from a day of travel on Monday. From a 6 a.m. central time zone wake up to a 2:00 a.m. eastern time zone bedtime with no naps in between, I was a zombie for most of Tuesday.

That’s why you’re only getting this picture of my grandcat, Snuggles, who wanted to kiss me goodbye before I left Illinois.

Let’s call this one, I Wonder If I Could Smuggle Her in My Luggage.