Oh, my. I’m smitten with this little baby. What a cutie she is!
Isn’t she just the cutest thing? I want her. Wonder how Boo feels about that statement. Probably not good. Boo has been near a little kitten a couple of times in his life and both times he turned into a crazy cat. Then he hissed at me for 5 days. OK, maybe it was only a couple of hours, but it felt like 5 days. I even have the video of him to prove it. Did I mention he turned into a crazy cat? I don’t think he wants a new little sister. Good thing he didn’t see me today. Dolly was all over me. He might not be happy if he knew that. And it’s important to keep Boo happy at our house. Boo rules.
Dear Hubby liked her too. I think if I had tried real hard, I might have been able to convince him that we needed her. Boo would have to adjust. It would be good for him. But alas….
Dolly belongs to Dear Hubby’s Aunt Willadene. And I don’t think there is any way she is giving her up.
Even if she has to give her a talking to every once in awhile. They have bonded. And you’d have to pry Dolly out of Aunt Willadene’s hands. But…..
Dolly enjoyed playing with Dear Hubby.
Action shot! And even though it doesn’t look like it, Dolly made it to the chair and Dear Hubby’s lap.
Dear Hubby teaches kitties bad habits. Like biting and scratching and, for all intents and purposes, ripping your arm off. Maybe we don’t need one of these after all. I kind of like the skin on my arms. I’ve become very attached to it. And I don’t particularly like it bloodied.
But isn’t she cute? Don’t you just want to give her a big hug? I do. And I did. And kisses. She bit my nose.
That cute, innocent little thing bit my nose. At least she didn’t draw blood. And I kissed her again anyway.
And she can play all day all by herself!
“What’s that little snakey thing back there?”
“OOOOOO I got it!”
“Wait! It got away! How did it get over there?”
“I can get it, I’m sure I can!”
In exactly 3 minutes and 29 seconds Dolly wore herself out and had to take a nap. You could play with her feet and tail and she didn’t even wake up. When a kitten falls asleep, it falls asleep!
Isn’t she just the cutest? Did I menton I want one? She’s a bit hard to resist. Especially when she’s sleeping and not ripping the skin off your arm.
Look at that little pink nose. Don’t you just want to kiss it? I do. Dear Hubby would not. He doesn’t care for kissing cats. But that nose is very tempting to me. Dolly is just too cute for her own britches.
And after we left Aunt Willadene’s last night, we went here for dinner…….
Dinner in a gas station. But what a dinner it was!!!!! You can check out their website for more information. Be sure to watch the video. It tells a lot about the place. You have to go there. It’s a must see restaurant. Wanna meet me for lunch? Just call and I’m there.
It is not your typical gas station. The shirts that the wait staff wear tell the truth…..
Five Star Food, cooked by an unbelievable chef. It was so good!
Dear Hubby and I shared this Duck a l’Orange. Well, actually this is just my plate. They split it for us before they brought it to the table. That sauce was unbelievable. I wanted to lick my plate. I guess in a gas station that just might have been acceptable. After all, it was OK at Susan’s house.
Dear Hubby was really focused on that duck. And I really just wanted you to see the atmosphere of the place. How many times have you eaten Duck a l’Orange at a place where you can grab a Coke out of the cooler on the wall too? Interesting place. And you can fill up with gas before you head home.
But this is really why we shared dinner. I wanted to have room for dessert. Bread pudding with cognac sauce. Oh, my. We picked up our spoons and chowed down so fast I forgot to take a picture until it was almost gone. And I really, I mean really, wanted to lick this plate. So call me any time you want to share a bowl of bread pudding. I’m there.
The people at the table next to us had a mean bread bowl of lobster bisque. I think I’ll try that next time. Then you can not only lick the bowl, you can eat it! YUM!
Happy duck hunting,