Even the Cat Lives in Left Field

It feels like everything I share is so serious, so when I got laughing over these pictures, I thought I would share something funny instead this time.

This is Jethro Jenkins Furr, our 9 month old, 12 pound kitten.  He followed us home Halloween night and decided he liked it here enough to stay.  He has a 'purrsonality' all his own, with some very humanistic qualities to go with it.  Sometimes I look at him and say, "Who are you, really?"--usually just in time for my husband to walk in the room and ask who I'm talking to, at which point the cat starts licking himself (although I swear one of these days the cat will answer Shawn and say, "Me, Dad.  She's talking to me. Duh.").  

As you can see, everyone who lives under our roof lives in left field!

Kitten a la King

Cleaning up after Avery is exhausting work.

Even though I know it's not a sink to him and it's just a comfy place to sleep,
I still have to question his choice in sleeping arrangements.

Again, I am questioning his choice in sleeping arrangements.
Man, I wish I found my dirty laundry as comfortable as he does.
We now have sign on the cabinet above the washer that reads,
"Please be careful when loading and starting washing machine.  Jethro likes to sleep in it."

Ever have one of those days when it's just better to not ask?

I guess he thought his diaper was dirty?
(This is his favorite sleeping position; he is extremely secure in his cathood)

Oh, to be a cat, even if just for a day....