A whole lotta sass. There's really no other way to describe the last 3 pictures.

These are a few beads from a set I am working on.

Silver glass, oh how I love thee.

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I'm going to talk about the felines

residing on the Catio again

just long enough to tell you

that they share food willingly

with whatever cat is brave enough

to come in.

Even cats

THAT ARE NOT CATS.

"I am going to stare right at you

(through the door)

while I walk in

and eat this food,

and the only thing you're

going to do about it

is take my picture."

Meanwhile

Baby Daddy is eating his dinner

on the table just

to the left of this guest,

and Baby Boy is laying in his basket

under said table

observing his leftovers

being hijacked.

Guard cats.

I don't have 'em.

(Although I am totally stocked up on

kickass masked bandits!)

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This morning I let Chelsea

have free run of the backyard

because it has been cool enough

that snakes are no longer a concern.

I forgot that poop

(duck poop/cat poop/other dog poop)

should be a concern.

My girl is a poop roller.

Show her some poop she can roll in

and she'll show you some rolling in poop.

6 am bath time.

Squee is not a word I would use

to describe it,

and it seems Chelsea agrees.

Stink Eye and the Doggie version of the finger.

Her foot fur and tail fur and mane fur and pretty much

all of her fur had gotten way too long, so I cut it.

Salon ala Mom

Such a Pretty Girl.

Not even my early morning hackjob

can change that.

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