And has a sexy pillow fight. And then Manic Pixie Otter tried to braid his feathers, but we don’t talk about that.
Clearly he’s distracted from the pillow fight by concerns about having to buy new feather pillows tomorrow. In fact, I remembered I had this one sitting around because last night … Continue reading
Dude, when I do learn to ride a bike, there will be streamers and a basket and a bell. I’m basically Pheobe.
Phoebe from ‘Friends’, not Phoebe from Eight Cousins. I also make up really stupid songs for my cat. If you’re laughing now and wondering how a 34-year-old woman manages to … Continue reading
I think there may be a few more installments in this little story. How do you make a GIF again?
Oh, Neurotic Owl. This is an even worse plan than the cat. “So many fuzzies!”
In which I succumb to peer pressure.
Of course, I also started this blog because of peer pressure, so this is all your fault, peers. Anyway, The Bloggess and Filing Jointly have both done Rules for Life … Continue reading
Sometimes these are drawn directly from shit my cat does.
Isn’t it sweet how he likes to ‘help’ me with my crocheting? I particularly like the defensive look in his eyes – “What? I didn’t do anything. What makes you … Continue reading
Just call him Amelia Owlheart.
He’ll be okay. His mom packed him a lunch.
It was a very small dragon, but still:
Remember, it’s not whether you win, lose, or turn into a charred pile of feathers: it’s how hard you try. And that’s the sort of logic that causes you to … Continue reading
This is for a friend, which is why the little hat, but I know more than a few IT folk. . .
So, true story, while I’m usually pretty self-sufficient with this glowing box I’m currently typing into, occasionally I need help. And, okay, usually the thing I need help with is … Continue reading
Someone bring me the crazy glue and some tamago, stat!
Sorry about the late post, but it’s been a busy day. Luckily, I have the perfect owl: Also, I should occasionally be slightly more of a whiny jerk about food. … Continue reading
In which he continues his musical adventures.
Of course he’s Peter Criss. Who else could he be? Drums seemed a little too badass, though, so he gets a toy drum and the triangle. . . and now … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 