food, crochet, merriment
Old Mister Hobbes. Such a wise, deep thinking fellow.
So wise, in fact that he understands every….single….word that I say.
Not so wise, however, that he realizes that I don’t understand ANYthing he is EVER saying…or doing, for that matter.
Case in point.
Haha. Hobbes–you are a funny little duck.
We love you.
I actually had to check twice to make sure Dali wasn’t….
you know…
dead.
She wasn’t. Just spoofin’ around.
Odd duck.
Speaking of which…
they’re everywhere.
“THAT, my young Padawan, it the sound of a sparrow on the roof.”
“Really Uncle Hobbes?! When do we get to eat it?”
“Soon, Grasshopper. Soon.”
The kitties are all in the same place at the same time!
Honestly, between Dali chasing Lyla or Hobbes wrestling Dali or Lyla hiding from everyone and EVERY thing, getting a picture like this is pretty rare.
It’s like that once in a decade photo of a lightening strike.
I should call Time magazine.
Seriously.
My son-in-law Josh is getting pretty dang good with his laser printer. So good in fact, that he couldn’t resist the urge to make a costume for Mr. Hobbes.
Oh, yeeeeah. He was, as you can see, thrilled.
Buck up kitty. We must make sacrifices for the sake of Halloween…
ahhhhhh…
spirit. Yeah, that’s it. Spirit.
Halloween is almost here, and YOU my fine, furry friend–are going as…
the Bat Cat.
Fear him.
