Monday, August 17, 2009

Little Helper?

Mama Jo:
Typing something important? No problemo. I can wait.




















Color Guard flags?




















Glad to be of service!

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

It has a name…

Jemima:  There were so many possibilities. Cleo-cat-tra. Lily. Daisy. Louise. Daisy Louise. Jabba (you can guess which gender voted for this name, right?)

In the end, she’s Cadie. Cadie Cat.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

A little ball of orange fluff

Mama Jo: So I was visiting teaching… It is announced that they have a new kitten. In truth, I was wondering WHY anyone with five (or are there more…they move so fast I’m not sure) very small children would subject an animal to such torment.

When I am introduced to aforementioned kitten, she is a wee little handful of orange fluff. I mention to my visit-teachee that Mr. Incredible used to have an orange cat; that he LOVES orange cats. Visit-teachee says they just took her off a friend’s hands and maybe they would give her to us. I mention to Mr. Incredible that Visit-teachee has an orange kitten that most surely would not live through the weekend. He bit. She’s ours.
Jemima: Grrrrrrr.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Green Eyed Monster

Jemima: My world is crumbling around me.

She is yet un-named.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Flat Ellie


Mama Jo: You’ve heard of Flat Stanley? This is Flat Ellie. She went with us to Ireland. The poor thing had a complex by the time we got back. We could never remember her name: Fast Eddie, Slick Willie, Fat Albert…

When we went to kiss the Blarney Stone, we handed Flat Ellie to the assistant, a little old man (who, we decided, if we were to take a fall and go head first to our untimely death, there was nothing he could do to stop us—he was going too). Anyway, the assistant looks at Ellie and says, “Ooooooh Stanley, you’re not looking too well these days.” We assured him that he was mistaken: it was Flat Ellie, not Stanley.

I don’t think Ellie has recovered yet.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Who’s the most spoiled?

Mama Jo: Most definitely me!

Significant Birthday + Trip to Ireland = Most spoiled.

Oh yea!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Loathing

Jemima: This is Spike.

He loathes me. And Mama Jo too!  In fact, he hasn't sat on her lap or paid any attention to her since the day she brought me home.  Actually, that is totally OK by me.