Friday, April 18, 2014

What We Do In Smyrna On Friday Evenings

Some of us nap.

Others set up the new coffee maker.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Curly, New Smyrnan

He's spending more time on  me, which has always been rare. Here he's on my thigh.

The new Vizio connected to the refurb Dell, with beer & Nexus in the background.  :)

Interiors, w/o Curly (sorry)

The tiny and poorly-lit shitter.

Kitchen looking towards front bedroom, where I sleeps. Steel cabinets!

Gotta plug in the 'fridge.

The rear bedroom, looking towards the laundry/bath.

My bedroom, looking east, towards a non-working door.

LV!  12'x20'?

LarryElvis Flowers Has a Pink Collar

How humiliating!

That's what you get for being a girl's  cat, pal!

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Curly, Welchance Road House Blues

Less than 24 hours from his new home.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Rutherford County Saturday/Caturday

Ol' Chevy Truk (later found on beer can).

Best Cat In Universe!

Birmingham, AL!  Good People Pale Ale.

Exploring the screened-in porch.

Parting. Such sweet sorrow. Not for much longer, Curly.

This sign is missing twenty or so more words.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014


I am SO lonely!  Dad coaxed me out of the wall last night, but my Person is not here, and Dad left with two of the other humans!  Woe is me.  :(
My Person!  Oh, joy!  I am saved!
I keeeeees her!  Mwah!
Yes, I do believe we belong together.
This human feels just right.

Monday, April 07, 2014

Today's Country / Today's Curly

My boy!

Blow this one up -- view from the back porch at my & Ivy's place.

Saturday, April 05, 2014

My Boys on Ivy Moving Weekend

Larry/Flowers rode on my person as Ivy drove us to the new house in La Vergne. He was fine, but went immediately into hiding upon arrival, and would scarcely come out with all the activity in the house. Here, he's in Nate's new bedroom, playing with broken beads I swiped from (Country) Jeff's blue GMC truck. It helped focus him away from the fear of yet another new venue in the last 13 days.

Here he zeroes in on some skritches, after tiring of bead play.