This is my foster puppy. His shelter name is Batman, but we’ve been calling him Francis. He is scared of many thing, but he’s getting happier and more puppyish every day.
These are some of my foster kitties. The dustpan kitten, Oscar The Girl, hasn’t been adopted yet, which is utterly baffling. I am frenzlo on the ‘pin.
There is a limited amount of sunshine that comes in my house in the winter. Annie, is the recently acquired kitty on the left. Mikey is on the right. He knows he was in this house first and isn’t sure about sharing his sunshine.
This is Togo, my family’s big half-lab half-mastiff, squishing Potus, my family’s half-lab half-Bernese Mountain Dog, when he was a wee little thing. Potus and Togo are now roughly the same size.
RIP lovely Daisydog (aka the oldladydog). ~laurel
This is Mishi. Her turn-ons include: the smell of carrots, stuffing whole cicadas in her mouth then spitting them out, climbing 40 foot trees and then jumping off them instead of into the kindly neighbour’s arms, and a decade-old felt bat from a Burger King Happy Meal. Her turn-offs include other humans, other cats, and ironing boards.
Bob! Half rabbit, half cat. Sorry for the slight blur.
This is Marzipan, the Astor Theatre cat, and probably Melbourne’s most famous moggy. She is 20 years old! Here she is honouring plumb-boy’s lap with her presence before the screening of Lawrence of Arabia.
Reunited and it feels so good! I sent two of my bottle-raised orphan lambs to live with a very nice lady but she couldn’t keep them, so a few months later they’re back home. Judging by the expression on Patch’s face, I’m not the only one thrilled by this.
- this brave bird (formerly vanillawaif)
This is my lovely tri-pod kitty, Coco. The namesake of my tumblr, yes. I call her Coconut Cat even though I actually named her as the nickname of Colette.