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

[magpie49.livejournal.com]

I love your Milo conversation. More in the new year, please, if you can arrange it without too much trouble.

I adore your cat detente. I am also a fan of the Elder Saucepan. Husband does not understand how a cat can come to be called Saucepan, much less the elder one. He humbly requests an explanation, if you see fit to explain, as I don't know either, but simply accepted Elder Saucepan as a very charming name for a cat.

Catzilla does look very sweet and harmless in that photo, though.

I'll second the advice not to break an ankle. I can also recommend that you don't break a femur, nor acquire soft tissue damage of the knee. The soft tissue damage tends to take forever to heal. The soft tissue damage is very easy to re-injure, as well. I have to baby the knee more than I like, and continue to do PT exercises with it a year and a half later.

[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