Ode to Cats

My ankle-biter sleeping

Ball of fur
Sleeping all day
Not a care in the world


Purring like an old Chevy
Biting me the next
You are always unpredictable


You are always good when you want a snack
But only after biting my ankles

This poem I wrote pretty much sums up my cat. She's an ankle-biter, loves queso and cupcakes. Once, when I wasn't paying attention, I looked over to find her on my lap, eating my pizza.

Who Knew Bacon Could Be So Cute?

"This not taste like bacon"

...I tried this once. It's true.

Friday Funnies

Baby Ferrets





























"I tink I'm een loooove."












"Thanks for inviting me!" Nom, nom, nom...






















I think he's mocking me.











An Impossible Itch:


Rocky, the cat: