Soleil

12:46 p.m.

Aren't you glad it's fall? We took the now unwormed dog to a lake to celebrate his squeaky clean intestines and beautiful weather. He pooped there to prove how healthy his colon is.
































He really wanted to go swimming. I think he thought there might be squirrels in the water. We're mean, though, and kept him on his leash. He's got a Bad Life.

















My husband is so handsome and windblown.

















The cats have been gearing up for fall by begging constantly for food, and making my life hell every morning at 6:18. I wasn't sure why they were suddenly famished, but the last few days it's been obvious they were fattening up for housecat hibernation.

This is what he's been up to for three days:
















Sometimes the dog tries to wake him up:
















Sometimes I try to wake him up:

















He's all, "See you in the spring, bitches!"

















Here are some pics of my new Pickles and Dimes magnets, which I won in a quiz contest. They have a happy home with all of our other magnets, including the alphabet ones we like to spell awesome words with. Like "poop." They are proudly holding up a few of my favorite pages from my Cat a Day calendar.

I'm such a loser.

















See? Cute.

















We have an oak tree in the front yard. Hence the crazy squirrel action.











I really like acorns.

















Oh, hey, here's the other cat. Also hibernating. Also, fatter.




















Also, shedding maniacally. Gross. I woke her up. She hates me.

















This is the dog, watching squirrels steal the acorns I could be collecting and putting on the kitchen sink. The squirrels taunt him. They mock him. On walks, when he sees one he stops and points and trembles. He dreams about them, and their annoying deathly squirrel chatter. He watches tensely at the windows and licks his lips.

They are pretty much his Entire Reason for Living right now:

















Fall!
black sheeped