Here it is. No cat inside yet, even with a sprinkle of catnip! He still prefers scratching an au naturel length of cedar log, just like he used to before we coaxed him inside.

Happy day-after-Halloween! The Meep is sullen about what he thinks is a poor portrait in pumpkin, and wishes to complain to the carver.

Pierogi welcomes you to his U-Pick apple stand. Select your apple and leave a biscuit. Special today: Three apples for a rawhide.

Can anyone help me ID this girl? A friend found her in a cabin in Michigan's UP. Could she be a juvenile black widow? What else has this coloration?

It's Caturday, and The Meep is not celebrating. Today was his annual vet visit, and is he ever pissed off.

He may forgive us tomorrow for the indignity of being put in a crate and transported like a hairy sack of potatoes. Or not.

This little dude. But the arrival of spring somewhere is a close second.

Pepper the elderly Alaskan husky trying to get on the Caturday bandwagon.

Well, fuck-a-doodle-doo. Fuckety-bye to (redacted), and good fucking riddance. Fucking desperate times call for fucking desperate measures.
There, that was fucking cathartic.

Anyone in the Marquette area, please join us next Saturday. Pass this on.

Ready to be loud and pissed? Yeah, so am I.

We started with 'this fucking ump' a week ago in Japan.
And our yard still looks like this, but at least my glove is oiled and ready.

Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry
In this zombie birdhouse.

Virtually attended a town hall. Our cowardly rep Jack Bergman didn't. Props to the bearded flanneled dude who quoted Jello Biafra to the cardboard cutout of Bergman and told him:

First spring training game today...Just not in the UP.
LFG Cubs!