Confession Friday: I’m Harboring A Fugitive

It’s true. I can’t hide it anymore. Come into my living room for a moment and let me show you something:

From afar, nothing seems amiss.

From afar, nothing seems amiss, except for those Mickey wedding ears. Yeesh.

Let’s move in a little closer.

Still nothing.

Still nothing.

You might see some neglect of the cacti on the left there, otherwise, just an average, everyday houseplant arrangement.  Step in closer now. And prepare yourself.

The first sign of the fugitive.

The first sign of the fugitive.

Do you see him there? Look closely in the center. Let me help you.

Stu.

Stu.

There he is. The fugitive. I call him “Stu.” My research tells me that he’s a box elder beetle. Usually travels in packs of ten to 1,404. Stu’s a loner, though. I found him outside. He was in the aloe plant as fall started approaching. I put him under the shelter to avoid him drowning from all the rains we were having and waited for him to leave before I brought the plants inside for the winter. But he didn’t. Stu didn’t leave. He stayed. And I didn’t have the heart to boot him out.  Now he lives in the plants in the living room, biding his time before he can get outside and eat the seeds of our little maple tree. He hasn’t caused any problems thus far. DadFOD gets nervous when he sees him but momFOD has acted as my accomplice and allowed me to continue stowing him in the plants until he decides it’s time to vacate the premises.

Now you know. You know my secret. Don’t judge me. And don’t tell any of the other cats. Viva Stu.

Love,

Crepes.

Bachelor of the Week: Jean Valjean Plus An Extravaganza!

You guys!

Happy Thanksgiving to you all! I listed everything I was thankful for yesterday so that today I could focus on the important part of my site: Bachelor of the Week! Since it’s T-Day, I wanted to do something a little special. I’m going to present to you a wonderful kitty named Jean Valjean, followed by an extravaganza of photos from our last photo shoot with Tree House!  Special thanks to John Boehm for his beautiful photos! (Also, see the bottom for our Steamy Pups Giveaway winner!) Without further ado…

Jean Valjean. Un medium-sized amour.

Jean Valjean. Un medium-sized amour.

Meet Jean Valjean! Described by Tabby’s Place as a medium-sized tabby, we’d like to point out that sometimes medium is just right. It was perfect for Goldilocks and could be perfect for you, too! This particular Jean Valjean is far from miserables, but he is a little timid. He would prefer a home where the people are more medium-sized, rather than petit or small, i.e. children. Jean Valjean has FIV, although he’ll remain healthy as long as he’s well cared for. It kind of makes him sound romantic, though, doesn’t it? Jean Valjean, with the malaise of FIV, is looking for love, for his one, his only, his perfect fit, his medium soul mate. Will it be you? If you’d like to meet Jean Valjean, contact Tabby’s Place. Remember, distance means nothing if the love is true. Bon amour. Tres magnifique. Voulez-vous pet Jean Valjean sesoir? Le purr.

And now, let the T-Day extravaganza begin! If you see any kitties you like below, contact Tree House! Act fast! These little guys are gonna go like hot cakes.

 

Soda Pop

Soda Pop

Dennis Bergkamp

Dennis Bergkamp

Lead Belly

Lead Belly

Rayanne Graff

Rayanne Graff

Faldo

Faldo

Sarah Ferguson

Sarah Ferguson

Faith

Faith

 

Love,

Crepes.

PS. And the winner of our Steamy Pups is….. dah dah dah! Jan’s Funny Farm!  Congrats, Jan. The Honest Kitchen will be sending out your prize as soon as I collect your shipping address!

 

 

 

Thanks

Today, I want to mention a few, but not all, of the things I’m thankful for. Eh hem….

For Doodle, who licks my ears when no one else will.

For dadFOD, who cleans the boogers out of my nose when momFOD won’t.

For momFOD, who makes sure I have a healthy diet and who rubs my ears in just the right way.

My sisters.

My sisters.

For gramFOD, who comes over and feeds us whenever the FODs travel.

For Tree House and Rosa, for saving me from a bad life situation and from a bad place that was going to end me.

For rescues like Tabby’s Place, Cat Guardians, Feral Fixers, Chicago Cat Rescue, Lovey Loaves, Pets with Disabilities, and others that I’ve worked with who work every day, many with only volunteers, to save and rescue handicapped and healthy pets alike.

For my readers, who are a great bunch of people that I know support my cause. Without you, my blog would be useless.

For the kind people who step up and help when cats and dogs are in need.

For pie.

For my magic carpet.

For toilet paper to shred that Rocky later poops on.

I shredded it, Rocked pooped on it. Teamwork.

I shredded it, Rocked pooped on it. Teamwork.

For Rocky, Niles, and Mrs P. Even though I act like I hate you all, I still kind of like you.

My brother Niles

My brother Niles

My Brother Rocky

My Brother Rocky

 

 

For my kefir and kombucha farms.

My new kefir colony.

My new kefir colony.

For my awesome blogger friends. I love being part of the community!

Thanks.

Love,

Crepes.

PS. What are you thankful for?