Missing Starbuck
I was thinking a lot about Starbuck yesterday. He was the kind of cat who would let you hug him and bury your face in his fur and he’d let you. Even if he looked at you like he wanted to murder and eat you.
Starbuck, our Black and White cat adopted in November 2006
I was thinking a lot about Starbuck yesterday. He was the kind of cat who would let you hug him and bury your face in his fur and he’d let you. Even if he looked at you like he wanted to murder and eat you.
This is my view. It must be the yearly day that Starbuck lays on me and purrs. This is the second time today.
Inspired by this post at mysteriouscats.com, I crocheted my first cat beanie last night. More of a coaster with ear holders than a hat, it was still funny to try it on the cats.
It isn’t Christmas without a cat under our tree. Starbuck haunts the area and is always sad when we put presents underneath.
I’ve been the cats’ beloved the last few weeks.
Descent kitty will get you, originally uploaded by Shel Kennon.
Two black and white pets.
My cat may have a fuzzy belly, but he’s not as talented as Nora.
“Let’s go torture Starbuck when we get home,” Jay said as she picked out the Frankenstein cat costume off of the 75% off rack at Target.
I think I’ve got the hang of knitting in the round down now. I got the monster body done. Now, I’ve just got to knit up the appendages and horns for the head.
in Jay’s room. She didn’t really want her photo taken either, but she’s there as well… My men I forced a semi-family portrait on them at least. my family….