tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post4693107642697411245..comments2024-01-18T05:53:34.390-05:00Comments on Austanspace: Hildie's Busy DayAustanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05568578637922817033noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post-28015795062407333992011-12-19T13:09:25.054-05:002011-12-19T13:09:25.054-05:00Yeah, I stopped using tinsel after my dog Blackie ...Yeah, I stopped using tinsel after my dog Blackie made sparkly turds way back. The Beest doesn't seem to care about the tree at all. The presents are another story...Austanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05568578637922817033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post-64696915904105006252011-12-18T14:56:02.909-05:002011-12-18T14:56:02.909-05:00Watch her like a fox if you have tinsel of any kin...Watch her like a fox if you have tinsel of any kind on the tree. That's why we've stopped putting one up. And, the fact that they slept in it and broke so many branches....<br /><br />Cats are a joy and nuisance all rolled up in one. You wanna kick them across the room in one minute and curl up with them the next.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16402881567425560321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post-50942687995430548862011-12-15T23:21:23.958-05:002011-12-15T23:21:23.958-05:00I got her on the full moon! She's a cat. Somet...I got her on the full moon! She's a cat. Sometimes hemorrhoid, sometimes clown, always Tortitudinal and adorable and disarming.Austanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05568578637922817033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post-49502638611340120342011-12-15T21:20:05.973-05:002011-12-15T21:20:05.973-05:00I enjoyed "Hildie's Busy Day"...
Ca...I enjoyed "Hildie's Busy Day"...<br /><br />Cats...<br /><br />When the party gets dull it's their job & birthright to stir things up...<br />and don't forget going crazy at the full moon!paulghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06403056340935138611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post-72680897951638333832011-12-15T16:01:02.182-05:002011-12-15T16:01:02.182-05:00Yeah, Susan, I really am. It's like I've a...Yeah, Susan, I really am. It's like I've always had her. :DAustanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05568578637922817033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post-47066369969928674352011-12-15T15:58:48.787-05:002011-12-15T15:58:48.787-05:00Sounds to me like you're awfully happy to have...Sounds to me like you're awfully happy to have her with you again. Entertaining, aren't they?Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post-61677999488270996492011-12-15T15:27:54.201-05:002011-12-15T15:27:54.201-05:00Hildie plays the drums. And a little keyboard. Yes...Hildie plays the drums. And a little keyboard. Yes, but I fear what will come of getting these cats together. They may join Al- Kitta.Austanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05568578637922817033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post-11969507413251944632011-12-15T12:26:03.745-05:002011-12-15T12:26:03.745-05:00We must introduce Hildie to Pearls Liza Bean Bitey...We must introduce Hildie to Pearls Liza Bean Bitey and Dolly Gee Squeakers. Does Hildie play an instrument? (besides that last nerve I mean)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post-48568716130565108072011-12-15T12:13:57.630-05:002011-12-15T12:13:57.630-05:00Yes, and just coming in the door a while ago I see...Yes, and just coming in the door a while ago I see she's taken several nametags off the presents under the tree. Joy.Austanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05568578637922817033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post-12203458680180528002011-12-15T10:10:33.420-05:002011-12-15T10:10:33.420-05:00This is soooo funny. Oh my goodness. My cat always...This is soooo funny. Oh my goodness. My cat always tips over cups of water to get a drink. Cats are so cheeky!CarrieBoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05760105674950918729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744889144101573638.post-28327147422553368542011-12-15T08:12:54.097-05:002011-12-15T08:12:54.097-05:00Sounds like my kind of day. Hmmm...no...sounds mo...Sounds like my kind of day. Hmmm...no...sounds more like my husbands kind of day.<br />Stretch, go back to sleep, stretch, go back to sleep, yawn, stretch, fart, burp, ask what's for breakfast...... see what I mean? At least he doesn't want to drink from the tap. At least, not when I'm looking anyway.<br />Seems like Hildie has found her niche.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com