So my gramma got a kitty cat an his name is Mr Bean an I'm Ellie Bean so we
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Ellie Bean, can I give you a kiss?
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I think there's a feline conspiracy around. We've got a new stray floating about our place that was obviously a house cat. I'd be thrilled if you could check with Mr. Bean about this plot.
Hope you were able to sleep last night!
OK Mr. Bean...no problem there!! I once had a cat as black as you - and named her SNOW!!! Yes, I think I'm somewhat, maybe, about normal!!
Oh my, those two Beans are too cute. Okay, I will vote for Barack Obama if you insist.
that picture captures the pure joy of being a child. too sweet. and the feline bean is a keeper! our girl kitty tatiana is a year old now. like others here, we began sealing her out of our sleeping quarters when we realized sleep deprivation had set in! now she is mellowing out more, so she's with us more. have a good weekend, jood. the final weekend of our eight year nightmare!
Mr. Bean his this expression... yea sure I LOOK cute, but what mischief can I get into next?
Mr. Bean doesn't exactly look like a kitten. Mr Bean looks like a cat. And despite what all the experts say, if you can teach a cat to crap in the toilet, you can teach him not to bite you on the nose. Go Diva.
Nice pictures of both Beans :-)
Soooo cute! She is adorable. Love her message.
ya know I wasn't sure who to vote for. that Sarah is so compelling, she really seems to care about me
but the Beans have persuaded me - Obama it is.
Mr Bean looks ready to pounce on the camera, just as soon as he has calculated the distance and energy mass quotient. I wouldn't turn my back on him for a second & I am a confirmed cat lover.
I almost ended up adopting a cat last week who jumped up on the back of my chair at an outdoor restaurant & very politely tapped my shoulder. The restaurant owner said he belongs to some neighbors who leave him out all night (we are in coyote country, so you know this will not end well). But then she told me how he attacks dogs, so I had to walk away because I could never do that to my remaining senior shepherd.
Oh no! From that photo it looks like Mr. Bean has spotted another set of toes to munch on. Good thing you kept your bare feet in that fountain Ms. S&C. At least they're safe there.
My last cat, who lived to be in her twenties, used to kick all the big dogs asses. Any dog that tried to walk past her as she perched on a kitchen chair would git a lightening quick claws out slap across the cheek. She had my old big dog afraid to go up or down the stairs if mean kitty was stretched across one of the steps. She was always fierce and feisty, but she learned quickly it was not nice to wake mama. Mama bought the food.
I'm so glad that when I leave my comment I am a communist. Thank you. And then there are Secretaries of Strawberries and Cream, and I am all blissed out, in the rain! And I am voting tomorrow, and SINGING all the way to the poles and back again. Today and Tomorrow ARE the first days of a brand new fresh Obama Presidency and socio-economic enormous change. Guess I better go write my own blog, instead of taking up the whole comment-column!
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