Few more snippets

Lula has a thing for jewelry. I habitually wear a watch, a bracelet,
and my wedding ring, and she frequently seizes one of these with her
teeth and yanks hard, hard enough that she'll succeed in breaking the
bracelet one of these days. I can't figure out, though, whether she
disapproves of jewelry or wants some for herself. Maybe I should get
her a collar.

I don't put my bras in the clothes dryer, and brought in a couple wet
from washing and hung them on a folding clothes rack in the bedroom to
dry. I went back out to the laundry room, and when I came back one of
the bras was on the bed and the other was out in the hall. Hubert
insists there was a freak tornado in the bedroom, but I'm thinking
he's channeling Seanette's Felix. ;-)

Hubert is an Olympic-caliber sleeper. He'll suddenly sit up, stretch,
and then topple back over, asleep again before he's down. When he
does actually wake up, he staggers around yawning and blinking and
smacking his lips for a good while.

Tallulah, on the other hand, is a very light sleeper. The other night
both cats were asleep, and I tiptoed by Lula *carrying my shoes*
because I thought I might actually get to scoop the boxes without
"help" for once. Nope. Suddenly there's a little black cat scurrying
down the hall behind me.

When Tallulah gets excited she shivers her tail like she's spraying
(she's not, though) and makes tiny little meeeee noises. She gets
this excited every time I get anywhere near the shelf where the canned
food lives.

Hubert is now able to open the kitchen cabinets. Since I persist in
my weird delusion that there are things which are Not For Kitties
(well, Hubert thinks it's a delusion), I have run a long string
through the cabinet handles and tied them shut. Hubert knows why he
can't get them open any more; I've seen him pawing at the cabinets and
then tweaking the string. A smart kitten is a scary, scary thing.

------
Krista

LOL skrev i meddelandet . ..
Lula has a thing for jewelry. I habitually wear a watch, a bracelet,
and my wedding ring, and she frequently seizes one of these with her
teeth and yanks hard, hard enough that she'll succeed in breaking the
bracelet one of these days. I can't figure out, though, whether she
disapproves of jewelry or wants some for herself. Maybe I should get
her a collar.

I don't put my bras in the clothes dryer, and brought in a couple wet
from washing and hung them on a folding clothes rack in the bedroom to
dry. I went back out to the laundry room, and when I came back one of
the bras was on the bed and the other was out in the hall. Hubert
insists there was a freak tornado in the bedroom, but I'm thinking
he's channeling Seanette's Felix. ;-)

Hubert is an Olympic-caliber sleeper. He'll suddenly sit up, stretch,
and then topple back over, asleep again before he's down. When he
does actually wake up, he staggers around yawning and blinking and
smacking his lips for a good while.

Tallulah, on the other hand, is a very light sleeper. The other night
both cats were asleep, and I tiptoed by Lula *carrying my shoes*
because I thought I might actually get to scoop the boxes without
"help" for once. Nope. Suddenly there's a little black cat scurrying
down the hall behind me.

When Tallulah gets excited she shivers her tail like she's spraying
(she's not, though) and makes tiny little meeeee noises. She gets
this excited every time I get anywhere near the shelf where the canned
food lives.

Hubert is now able to open the kitchen cabinets. Since I persist in
my weird delusion that there are things which are Not For Kitties
(well, Hubert thinks it's a delusion), I have run a long string
through the cabinet handles and tied them shut. Hubert knows why he
can't get them open any more; I've seen him pawing at the cabinets and
then tweaking the string. A smart kitten is a scary, scary thing.

------
Krista

LOL!
Elisabet

LOL skrev i meddelandet . ..
Lula has a thing for jewelry. I habitually wear a watch, a bracelet,
and my wedding ring, and she frequently seizes one of these with her
teeth and yanks hard, hard enough that she'll succeed in breaking the
bracelet one of these days. I can't figure out, though, whether she
disapproves of jewelry or wants some for herself. Maybe I should get
her a collar.

I don't put my bras in the clothes dryer, and brought in a couple wet
from washing and hung them on a folding clothes rack in the bedroom to
dry. I went back out to the laundry room, and when I came back one of
the bras was on the bed and the other was out in the hall. Hubert
insists there was a freak tornado in the bedroom, but I'm thinking
he's channeling Seanette's Felix. ;-)

Hubert is an Olympic-caliber sleeper. He'll suddenly sit up, stretch,
and then topple back over, asleep again before he's down. When he
does actually wake up, he staggers around yawning and blinking and
smacking his lips for a good while.

Tallulah, on the other hand, is a very light sleeper. The other night
both cats were asleep, and I tiptoed by Lula *carrying my shoes*
because I thought I might actually get to scoop the boxes without
"help" for once. Nope. Suddenly there's a little black cat scurrying
down the hall behind me.

When Tallulah gets excited she shivers her tail like she's spraying
(she's not, though) and makes tiny little meeeee noises. She gets
this excited every time I get anywhere near the shelf where the canned
food lives.

Hubert is now able to open the kitchen cabinets. Since I persist in
my weird delusion that there are things which are Not For Kitties
(well, Hubert thinks it's a delusion), I have run a long string
through the cabinet handles and tied them shut. Hubert knows why he
can't get them open any more; I've seen him pawing at the cabinets and
then tweaking the string. A smart kitten is a scary, scary thing.

------
Krista

LOL!
Elisabet

Adorable! I love your snippets :-)
A smart kitten which is going to be a giant is a really scary thing!
Have you checked Hubie for opposable thumbs? I'm so glad Vino can't
open cabinets.
--
Britta
Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that's
covered in fur!
Check out pictures of Vino at:
http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album



"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Lula has a thing for jewelry. I habitually wear a watch, a
bracelet,
and my wedding ring, and she frequently seizes one of these with her
teeth and yanks hard, hard enough that she'll succeed in breaking
the
bracelet one of these days. I can't figure out, though, whether she
disapproves of jewelry or wants some for herself. Maybe I should
get
her a collar.

I don't put my bras in the clothes dryer, and brought in a couple
wet
from washing and hung them on a folding clothes rack in the bedroom
to
dry. I went back out to the laundry room, and when I came back one
of
the bras was on the bed and the other was out in the hall. Hubert
insists there was a freak tornado in the bedroom, but I'm thinking
he's channeling Seanette's Felix. ;-)

Hubert is an Olympic-caliber sleeper. He'll suddenly sit up,
stretch,
and then topple back over, asleep again before he's down. When he
does actually wake up, he staggers around yawning and blinking and
smacking his lips for a good while.

Tallulah, on the other hand, is a very light sleeper. The other
night
both cats were asleep, and I tiptoed by Lula *carrying my shoes*
because I thought I might actually get to scoop the boxes without
"help" for once. Nope. Suddenly there's a little black cat
scurrying
down the hall behind me.

When Tallulah gets excited she shivers her tail like she's spraying
(she's not, though) and makes tiny little meeeee noises. She gets
this excited every time I get anywhere near the shelf where the
canned
food lives.

Hubert is now able to open the kitchen cabinets. Since I persist in
my weird delusion that there are things which are Not For Kitties
(well, Hubert thinks it's a delusion), I have run a long string
through the cabinet handles and tied them shut. Hubert knows why he
can't get them open any more; I've seen him pawing at the cabinets
and
then tweaking the string. A smart kitten is a scary, scary thing.

------
Krista

Adorable! I love your snippets :-)
A smart kitten which is going to be a giant is a really scary thing!
Have you checked Hubie for opposable thumbs? I'm so glad Vino can't
open cabinets.
--
Britta
Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that's
covered in fur!
Check out pictures of Vino at:
http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album



"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Lula has a thing for jewelry. I habitually wear a watch, a
bracelet,
and my wedding ring, and she frequently seizes one of these with her
teeth and yanks hard, hard enough that she'll succeed in breaking
the
bracelet one of these days. I can't figure out, though, whether she
disapproves of jewelry or wants some for herself. Maybe I should
get
her a collar.

I don't put my bras in the clothes dryer, and brought in a couple
wet
from washing and hung them on a folding clothes rack in the bedroom
to
dry. I went back out to the laundry room, and when I came back one
of
the bras was on the bed and the other was out in the hall. Hubert
insists there was a freak tornado in the bedroom, but I'm thinking
he's channeling Seanette's Felix. ;-)

Hubert is an Olympic-caliber sleeper. He'll suddenly sit up,
stretch,
and then topple back over, asleep again before he's down. When he
does actually wake up, he staggers around yawning and blinking and
smacking his lips for a good while.

Tallulah, on the other hand, is a very light sleeper. The other
night
both cats were asleep, and I tiptoed by Lula *carrying my shoes*
because I thought I might actually get to scoop the boxes without
"help" for once. Nope. Suddenly there's a little black cat
scurrying
down the hall behind me.

When Tallulah gets excited she shivers her tail like she's spraying
(she's not, though) and makes tiny little meeeee noises. She gets
this excited every time I get anywhere near the shelf where the
canned
food lives.

Hubert is now able to open the kitchen cabinets. Since I persist in
my weird delusion that there are things which are Not For Kitties
(well, Hubert thinks it's a delusion), I have run a long string
through the cabinet handles and tied them shut. Hubert knows why he
can't get them open any more; I've seen him pawing at the cabinets
and
then tweaking the string. A smart kitten is a scary, scary thing.

------
Krista

"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Lula has a thing for jewelry. I habitually wear a watch, a bracelet,
and my wedding ring, and she frequently seizes one of these with her
teeth and yanks hard, hard enough that she'll succeed in breaking the
bracelet one of these days. I can't figure out, though, whether she
disapproves of jewelry or wants some for herself. Maybe I should get
her a collar.

I don't put my bras in the clothes dryer, and brought in a couple wet
from washing and hung them on a folding clothes rack in the bedroom to
dry. I went back out to the laundry room, and when I came back one of
the bras was on the bed and the other was out in the hall. Hubert
insists there was a freak tornado in the bedroom, but I'm thinking
he's channeling Seanette's Felix. ;-)

Hubert is an Olympic-caliber sleeper. He'll suddenly sit up, stretch,
and then topple back over, asleep again before he's down. When he
does actually wake up, he staggers around yawning and blinking and
smacking his lips for a good while.

Tallulah, on the other hand, is a very light sleeper. The other night
both cats were asleep, and I tiptoed by Lula *carrying my shoes*
because I thought I might actually get to scoop the boxes without
"help" for once. Nope. Suddenly there's a little black cat scurrying
down the hall behind me.

When Tallulah gets excited she shivers her tail like she's spraying
(she's not, though) and makes tiny little meeeee noises. She gets
this excited every time I get anywhere near the shelf where the canned
food lives.

Hubert is now able to open the kitchen cabinets. Since I persist in
my weird delusion that there are things which are Not For Kitties
(well, Hubert thinks it's a delusion), I have run a long string
through the cabinet handles and tied them shut. Hubert knows why he
can't get them open any more; I've seen him pawing at the cabinets and
then tweaking the string. A smart kitten is a scary, scary thing.

------
Krista

Funny post! Be afraid -- !
Christine

"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Lula has a thing for jewelry. I habitually wear a watch, a bracelet,
and my wedding ring, and she frequently seizes one of these with her
teeth and yanks hard, hard enough that she'll succeed in breaking the
bracelet one of these days. I can't figure out, though, whether she
disapproves of jewelry or wants some for herself. Maybe I should get
her a collar.

I don't put my bras in the clothes dryer, and brought in a couple wet
from washing and hung them on a folding clothes rack in the bedroom to
dry. I went back out to the laundry room, and when I came back one of
the bras was on the bed and the other was out in the hall. Hubert
insists there was a freak tornado in the bedroom, but I'm thinking
he's channeling Seanette's Felix. ;-)

Hubert is an Olympic-caliber sleeper. He'll suddenly sit up, stretch,
and then topple back over, asleep again before he's down. When he
does actually wake up, he staggers around yawning and blinking and
smacking his lips for a good while.

Tallulah, on the other hand, is a very light sleeper. The other night
both cats were asleep, and I tiptoed by Lula *carrying my shoes*
because I thought I might actually get to scoop the boxes without
"help" for once. Nope. Suddenly there's a little black cat scurrying
down the hall behind me.

When Tallulah gets excited she shivers her tail like she's spraying
(she's not, though) and makes tiny little meeeee noises. She gets
this excited every time I get anywhere near the shelf where the canned
food lives.

Hubert is now able to open the kitchen cabinets. Since I persist in
my weird delusion that there are things which are Not For Kitties
(well, Hubert thinks it's a delusion), I have run a long string
through the cabinet handles and tied them shut. Hubert knows why he
can't get them open any more; I've seen him pawing at the cabinets and
then tweaking the string. A smart kitten is a scary, scary thing.

------
Krista

Funny post! Be afraid -- !
Christine

Excellent as usual!!! Hubert is going to be quite the "manly man". I can
just see him scratching his belly and yelling for a cuppa joe after your
sleeping description!


"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Lula has a thing for jewelry. I habitually wear a watch, a bracelet,
and my wedding ring, and she frequently seizes one of these with her
teeth and yanks hard, hard enough that she'll succeed in breaking the
bracelet one of these days. I can't figure out, though, whether she
disapproves of jewelry or wants some for herself. Maybe I should get
her a collar.

I don't put my bras in the clothes dryer, and brought in a couple wet
from washing and hung them on a folding clothes rack in the bedroom to
dry. I went back out to the laundry room, and when I came back one of
the bras was on the bed and the other was out in the hall. Hubert
insists there was a freak tornado in the bedroom, but I'm thinking
he's channeling Seanette's Felix. ;-)

Hubert is an Olympic-caliber sleeper. He'll suddenly sit up, stretch,
and then topple back over, asleep again before he's down. When he
does actually wake up, he staggers around yawning and blinking and
smacking his lips for a good while.

Tallulah, on the other hand, is a very light sleeper. The other night
both cats were asleep, and I tiptoed by Lula *carrying my shoes*
because I thought I might actually get to scoop the boxes without
"help" for once. Nope. Suddenly there's a little black cat scurrying
down the hall behind me.

When Tallulah gets excited she shivers her tail like she's spraying
(she's not, though) and makes tiny little meeeee noises. She gets
this excited every time I get anywhere near the shelf where the canned
food lives.

Hubert is now able to open the kitchen cabinets. Since I persist in
my weird delusion that there are things which are Not For Kitties
(well, Hubert thinks it's a delusion), I have run a long string
through the cabinet handles and tied them shut. Hubert knows why he
can't get them open any more; I've seen him pawing at the cabinets and
then tweaking the string. A smart kitten is a scary, scary thing.

------
Krista

Excellent as usual!!! Hubert is going to be quite the "manly man". I can
just see him scratching his belly and yelling for a cuppa joe after your
sleeping description!


"LOL" wrote in message
om...
Lula has a thing for jewelry. I habitually wear a watch, a bracelet,
and my wedding ring, and she frequently seizes one of these with her
teeth and yanks hard, hard enough that she'll succeed in breaking the
bracelet one of these days. I can't figure out, though, whether she
disapproves of jewelry or wants some for herself. Maybe I should get
her a collar.

I don't put my bras in the clothes dryer, and brought in a couple wet
from washing and hung them on a folding clothes rack in the bedroom to
dry. I went back out to the laundry room, and when I came back one of
the bras was on the bed and the other was out in the hall. Hubert
insists there was a freak tornado in the bedroom, but I'm thinking
he's channeling Seanette's Felix. ;-)

Hubert is an Olympic-caliber sleeper. He'll suddenly sit up, stretch,
and then topple back over, asleep again before he's down. When he
does actually wake up, he staggers around yawning and blinking and
smacking his lips for a good while.

Tallulah, on the other hand, is a very light sleeper. The other night
both cats were asleep, and I tiptoed by Lula *carrying my shoes*
because I thought I might actually get to scoop the boxes without
"help" for once. Nope. Suddenly there's a little black cat scurrying
down the hall behind me.

When Tallulah gets excited she shivers her tail like she's spraying
(she's not, though) and makes tiny little meeeee noises. She gets
this excited every time I get anywhere near the shelf where the canned
food lives.

Hubert is now able to open the kitchen cabinets. Since I persist in
my weird delusion that there are things which are Not For Kitties
(well, Hubert thinks it's a delusion), I have run a long string
through the cabinet handles and tied them shut. Hubert knows why he
can't get them open any more; I've seen him pawing at the cabinets and
then tweaking the string. A smart kitten is a scary, scary thing.

------
Krista

LOL wrote:
Lula has a thing for jewelry. I habitually wear a watch, a bracelet,
and my wedding ring, and she frequently seizes one of these with her
teeth and yanks hard, hard enough that she'll succeed in breaking the
bracelet one of these days. I can't figure out, though, whether she
disapproves of jewelry or wants some for herself. Maybe I should get
her a collar.

I don't put my bras in the clothes dryer, and brought in a couple wet
from washing and hung them on a folding clothes rack in the bedroom to
dry. I went back out to the laundry room, and when I came back one of
the bras was on the bed and the other was out in the hall. Hubert
insists there was a freak tornado in the bedroom, but I'm thinking
he's channeling Seanette's Felix. ;-)


Lulu may well want some jewelry of her own. But I hope this isn't an
indication that Hubert wants to wear bras!

Jill