…according to me. And they are completely un-orderable!


Two honorable mentions: Stormageddon and Vincent Van Gogh.
Rory contemplating (I imagine), taken sometime last week. As of this morning, the leaves are either dead or dying. Brr! It’s cold.
Tumblr is really dead. It only just turned midnight on the west coast. WTF. Fine. I’ll just go to sleep.

EDIT: WAIT A MINUTE
My cat wasn’t coming in after I first posted this so I stalled and spent like 20 minutes on flossing and brushing and washing before bed. I went out and looked for her again and when I got to the bottom of the steps she started howling from one of our big trees!
My CAT was STUCK IN A TREE.
I had to wake Joe up and he had to get her down and it was terrifying because it is a big tree with lots of jagged bark. All worked out, though Rory, who was unwilling to let us help her down (but somehow still demanding our help), has some sort of bloody claws. Urg.
Oh my effing god. I made a tribute video to my living, healthy cat. Who am I. Why did I make this. Why am I not using question marks. The end is the best part.
(Source: youtube.com)
Rory Pond Obama Peterson. 5 years old. July 2011.
My kitty! May 2011.
mmMM-hmm. If you take my meaning.
Sexy catwalk kitty! This is my Rory. She and her kitten brothers were hidden by their momma kitty in a derelict building’s wall until they were discovered by a friend of mine. She asked if I knew anyone who wanted a cat, and I did, my friend Nikki. So we went to go see the kittens. Nikki said, “Isn’t that one soooo cute?” while pointing at a grey cat. I said, “Yes!” thinking she was pointing at a black cat. Ultimately, Nikki got the grey cat and I thought it was a shame that the black cat wasn’t going anywhere- so I took her. I had no experience with cats and was not living in a place (and wouldn’t for another year) where pets were allowed. But now I have her, and she’s the prettiest 4-year-old kitty I know. Joe, luckily, loves her too.