Leg warmers,lap warmers, bed warmers.......fur balls!

you too.

Sure are toe twins!! Don't think you want to trade though. Those danged toes have gotten me into alot of trouble over time. Have the longest one next to big toe on left foot as a hammertoe, and that big toe has a big bunion. The solid oak furniture has been the stopper for the rest of the toes that ran into that darned hard oak, fractures up the yang, yang over the years. I used to love to go barefoot in the house, got over that finally.

Also, each foot is a different size. I have always had a problem with closed toe shoes. Only wear Echo open toe shoes now, expensive. I have worn the same pair now for more than 3 years, day in and day out. Yea, I know...don't go anywhere much anymore, so it really doesn't matter. Picture?? Will see what I can do about that.

{{{{ETTA}}}}

I made a big mistake when I was younger. I had a Ford Fairlane. There was a tragedy that involved a friend, and in my grief I hopped in that car barefoot, and wasn't paying attention. Got hit headon at a bridge entrance, and metal went up through the floorboard into my left foot, and metatarsals and other bones in that foot busted, now I have neuropathy in my feet, working up the ankles. Don't feel much. Pelvis and other fractures, but I'm so damned stubborn that I lived to prove them wrong, and that I would walk again. Hello, all you nay sayers, body broken but not the spirit and 24/7 brainpower. Is tenacity great Etta???

The Lord gave us anomalities in body, but enhanced our Spirit and brainpower, wouldn't you agree??

BTW, my Echo shoes are the open sandals with velcro straps, no heel backs for me either.

:-TDR

I'm right there with you, and will support you all the way. Thanks friend....

{{{Etta}}}

TDR

TDR ouch.

she is so pretty, our george would lay like that buy only when we had a blankie. he is in kitty heaven now.

I know! I feel kind of bad about that, but between a really busy schedule and a slight case of writer's block I haven't been on the vine much lately. Mther and I are working on a new STFU article, but we probably won't publish it for at least another week.

And I missed Foto Friday yesterday because of my schedule, but I'll have one up there next week! I got the chance to meet mther on Tuesday and we have a real zany shot to brag about that I will publish on this coming Foto Friday!

I am gonna check out the porch to see what's going on over there!!

OK, see ya tomorrow!!

Oh, too funny! Bless her little heart. She really is a gem!

I had one once, too, that played games. He used to play hide and seek with me for hours. In his version, he'd hide behind things and leap out, ninja style.

ROTFL!!! So there are (were) two of them in the world. My Yardley would leap out and do wheelies ashe'd scoot by. Or leap out and bap me, then take off like crazy. And a major galloper too....It warms my heart to hear about you sweetie. Enjoy her! :)

but Cat (yeah, real original name, huh?) decided she was mine.

LOL cute. Cats are funny cause you don't decide to own them, in their view, THEY decide to own you. Mine is like that. She orders me around. If she wants food, she doesn't beg like a dog, she meows in a particular tone that says, give me food or else! If she wants to go outside and I'm still sleeping past a certain time, she will sit on my chest and knead me and will not leave me alone until I'm awake.

However, when I wanna pet her or see her, she makes herself scarce. She only comes when she wants something. Cats are spoiled brats for sure.

What a sweet story! It's nice to know some people understand proper strange dog etiquette. The only thing I would add is ask the owner for permission first, please!

Well, of course I ask owner first, at a distance. But ultimately it's the dog that gives me final permission. Even from a few feet, if you're watching for signs, you can tell if the dog is people friendly or not. Fortunately like I said, I haven't met a dog yet that doesn't like me. I must smell good LOL

Almost forgot, for those not in the know, a wagging tail does not always mean friendly!

Very true, you gotta look at all signs combined. Snarling, raising their snout. Looking you in the eyes means they're challenging you. Wagging tail from a strange dog simply means alert alert alert!!!

That's one pitty kitty you got there! Makes me want to rush home and give mine a few squishes, kisses, and pets! I sure do love my little balls of fur. My male, Giles, sleeps on a pillow above my head at night and I can't fall asleep without him there.

A few years ago, someone left our back door open and he slipped out. He was missing for a few days and it was so lonely without him sleeping above me at night! Then, one Saturday morning, my husband woke up early in the morning to get some water and there he was! Sitting on the kitchen floor kinda in shock. We have NO IDEA how he got back in the house so the running joke is that he was abducted by aliens! Poor kitty probably got probed!

But I loved the time I leaned over her to kiss him good by and she reached up and bit... him ;-)

Dogs are the best judge of man!!!

LOL good girl!! She knew you two were breaking up and she was telling him in her own way; YOU IDIOT!! Hold on to that one!!

Let me give you a little back story about Mischa, my cat. 5 yrs ago I was married for about 2 yrs. We wanted a pet and got a dog, we called him Bruno. Beautiful shelter dog, sadly he was a bit too happy go lucky. We tried to train it, we really did but he just caused a mess at our place. The straw that broke the camel's back was when we got home one time and he had literally torn through our entire mattress and well into the base. Needless to say we had no choice but give him back to the shelter.

A few months later a friend of mine from work had a female cat who was having a litter. She was looking for homes for the kittens and I figure I'd surprise my wife so I signed up for one. 3 months later after they were weaned off mama, I went to choose which one I'd take home. Now I had never been much of a cat person but the moment I saw Mischa, I chose her. The other kittens as cute as they were, had plain colors, gray and white and brown and white. Mischa as I said is a Calico Tabby so she's got all the colors in the spectrum.

When I got her home I put her on my wife's chest while she was sleeping, she opened her eyes and there was the baby nuzzling her, they immediately bonded. As I said, never was much of a cat person so the girls bonded, wherever mama went, Mischa was right behind.

About a year plus later, we ended things. My ex moved out and didn't wanna take Mischa until she was settled in her new place. It took her about a month. One day she calls and says she's coming to pick Mischa up. I said sure.

She comes in, we talked and drank and then it was time to go. Somehow Mischa knew she was being taken away and somehow she knew she had to pick a home fast.

Next thing I know, she runs away from mama as she was being picked up and jumps on me. Shock doesn't begin to express what I felt. That this tiny creature would choose me over someone else. She's been my best buddy ever since.

As I said. Cats choose their owners. LOL

Eggsactly!!! LOL