Wordless Wednesday ---Ransom

No one gets in the way of Aimee of and her treats.

Wordless Wednesday---After the Dust Settles

I've been away for so long that I almost feel the need to introduce myself again, not only to anyone who might stumble upon this nonsense, but to myself. My blogging self, anyway. Really, I've sat down with the intent to write more than once, but I can't seem to concentrate long enough to do so. It's just one more thing in a long line of stuff I meant to do.

To ease myself back into this, I'm going to start slowly by posting something that makes me smile.

Wordless Wednesay--Hats!

Aimee sporting her new hats.

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Wordless Wednesday

Xander was a bit miffed when the alarm clock disturbed his beauty sleep.

Tell Me Thursday----Aimee

This is Aimee, my 6 yr old Ragdoll mix. I adopted her an her mom when Aimee was about a month and a half old. She isn't too fond of having her picture taken; I usually end up with lot s of shots of the back of her head when trying to photograph her. On this particular day I had chased her all over the house and finally caught her hiding behind the drapes.

Aimee, aka "Mademoiselle Crankypants" is mischievous, cranky, and spoiled---and I wouldn't change her for the world.

Wordless Wednesday--Peek-A -Boo

Aimee thinks I can't see her. :-)

Wordless Wednesday---Trekkie Cat

Even Buffy is Star Trek fan.

Tell Me Thursday

Aimee is, without a doubt, the cutest kitty ever. You're probably saying to yourself, "But dangerkitty, that statement reeks of bias!" To which I say, "Yeah, so?" Most people think their pets, kids, dryer lint collection is the best EVER. In this case, it just happens to be true. See?!!





All joking aside, Aimee is adorable. I adopted her and her mom, Josephine, when Aimee was 2 months old. They belonged to people who never took care of care of her so my parents and I took them in. That's right, I stole their cats. Not that they cared---Aimee had a bad case of ear mites and Josephine had a very serious chronic respiratory condition which had never been treated. She passed away when Aimee was about 6 months old.

I can't explain how much joy this cranky little furball has given me. She was there for me through heartbreak, good times, bad hair days, and everything in between. There were times when I felt the only one who cared about me was Aimee. There were other times when the only reason I kept going was Aimee. So when I go married, it seemed logical that she would come along. Geek Boy and I found a pet-friendly home to rent, and my mom said she would watch Aimee until we got settled. And I never got her back. (Cue dramatic music---this is like a telenovela!)

It sounds worse than it is. My mom loves Aimee so much that she didn't want to give her up---she's like mom's furry daughter--- so I agreed to let her stay. I see her at least 3 times a week, but I still miss her.

Even though Geek Boy and I adopted two more kitties, Buffy and Xander, Aimee will always be my furry sister.

My New Stylist

She loves to attack my hair. Aimee is a strange, strange kitty. :-)