Happy New Year! (fanservice for the animal lovers)

[truepenny]

The take-home lesson from 2010 is: don't break your ankle.

Other than that, I'n not doing any kind of Year in Review post. Instead:


Milo, my five-year-old Holsteiner cross (he's half Holsteiner, a quarter Arabian, and a quarter Percheron), is a goofy soul. In evidence, I offer this exchange from last night, as I was untacking him:

MILO: Hey, what's that? Is it a cookie?
ME: It's a polo wrap. Purple, no less.
MILO: Is it tasty?
ME: Frankly, I imagine it tastes like a sweatsock.
MILO: Huh. Yeah, you're right. Totally sweatsock.
...
MILO: Hey, what's that?
ME: It's still a purple polo wrap.
MILO: It could be a cookie. Is it tasty?
ME: It's still gonna taste like a sweatsock, buddy.
MILO: Huh. Yeah, you're right. That's not tasty at all.
...
MILO: Hey, what's that?
ME: Purple polo wrap. Again.
MILO: Are you sure it's not a cookie?
ME: Sweatsock.
MILO: Oh, right. Where's the cookies, then?




I could not get all four cats into the frame at once, but I assure you they're all on the bed.



Left to right, that's the First Ninja, Catzilla, and the Second Ninja.

And off stage right, the Elder Saucepan does what he does best:




Happy New Year! Here's to 2011!

Comments

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

Okay. He's the oldest of the cats by ten years (he'll be sixteen in February), so I borrowed Elder Statescat from . . . oh dear. From someone, who may identify him/herself if s/he wishes. (Mind like a steel wossname.) Then, when he was a bit younger and less arthritic, he had a bad habit of jumping up to inspect the stove-top . . . and when a biped came in to find out what the bizarre noise was, he would freeze (generally half-in and half-out of a pot), staring at you with round yellow eyes: I'm a saucepan! I swear! So he became the Elder Saucepan.

[(Anonymous)]

Hmm, I always thought it had a certain Lewis Carroll quality.
Kitty, er, 2 legged