Picked this up last night: Marion Peck's I Cari Estinti (The Dearly Departed). Sentimental portraits of small children and pets.
You can picture how fast my little legs took me to the check out counter at the downtown Berkeley comic shop. Weeeeeeeeeeeeee! The little girl above is how I picture Imogen. Just perfectly. I even have a wig similar. Sigh. I lurves her so much!
Marion Peck favorites: Hair, Divine Swine, and The Happy Captain!
We've got the Christmas spirit here at the House O' Blastmilk! I can't believe I snuck back and got the camera without this little love fest breaking up. Mr. Kallisti started singing "Ebony and Ivory."
Butter didn't like so much the vintage doll bed Mr. put together for me last night. The spring mattress support acts just like a real one and her legs went all super wobbly. We caught Biscuit on it though. He'll sleep on anything.
(Note: Bed was super bargain, but it is huge at 28 inches long o_0 who has space issues!?!?! But I couldn't resist, I don't have a bed for the big girls! They needed one. For real.)
You may not know this, but we have TWO cats. This is why we never post pix of Pekoe, the 22 lb colossus: he's a big black blob! And it is very hard to capture his true beauty.
But here he is, cooling himself on one of our very rare 90 degree days here. If I had that much fur on a hot day I'd be licking the porcelain too. Oh yeah, that is not fat, all muscle and fur. Pekoe is a hotty. Mrowr. He sleeps on my pillow at night and Mr. Kallisti says I'll wake up in the middle of the night and hug and kiss him and tell him I love him. I deny it everytime! Don't remember a thing...
Sorry for all the pet pictures, but when you're my age w/o children you have lots of animals and creepy hobbies to occupy you :p
Biscuit is two years old today! Woo! Or tomorrow perhaps... we estimated his birthday as he was a feral and we don't know exactly when he was born. I'm so proud, he's grown into such a zen kitty. Still a bastard cat, but so wise.
Sunning himself on our back porch. Nothing finer. Except a moobie of him not moving and Butter being giddy.
For a Biscuit retrospective, please visit my Cat Category!
And the obligatory Buttery Nipple shots.
"Web 2.0 is a fresh-faced starlet on the intertwingled longtail to the disruptive experience of tomorrow. Web 3.0 thinks you are so 2005." - Zeldman, as per usual
I apologize for the lack of DOLLIES AND PUPPIES, KITTENS AND BUNNIES!!! Honest. We'll be back.
I just got a new momoko today. rawr. OMG, I love her *falls over*
I'm thinking of adding a category of chamber pots in art & literature to the blog. I've been meaning to do a perma-gallery forever but just don't have the time to even update my old hobbies. So I thought maybe a random collection of images and book references posted to the blog might spice things up a little. Not scatalogical at all. Just intimate and old timey. Weeeeeeeeeeee!
Or, Butter Bat... or, Molly McButter... or, Miss Lulubelle the Circus Freak... weeeeeeeeee!
Dude, not only do I have some really bad pictures, but I have some reeeally bad video on youtube! Our camera is not the vid-master. So the night shots were awful. But cute enough to inflict on the internet.
This is my favorite picture so far:
If anyone can tell what kind of mix she is I'd appreciate the input. She's about 7-8 lbs, so on the large size of Chihuahua. And has a hilarious snaggletooth smile. Poor li'l gargoyle. Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Click below for too many peektures of Butter. It is hard to capture the wiggle-butt!
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Biscuit in the infamous Porn Room, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Yes, a whole leetle room filled with vintage girly mags, woo.
And some actual cute kitty pix:
Demelza's on her way! She's so winsome.
And ready for her close-up!
What's this? A visitor?
Right in the middle of the photoshoot. Instead of screaming hysterically I just kept snapping pictures. He usually doesn't do this right in front of me. Normally I just find hairdos rearranged, or missing altogether, props and wigs will sometimes end up in his lair under the bed. But the cheek!
Isn't he handsome though? Oh, Biscuit.
