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July 20, 2008
July 17, 2008
Sweet HB
Here’s a picture of our sweet boy back home where he belongs.
Is he not beautiful? Don’t tell any of our other cats, but he is the prettiest cat we have ever had. His markings are just gorgeous. He even has polka dots on one of his back legs!
He is so happy to be back home. We missed him something fierce.
July 15, 2008
hJuly 5, 2008
Spooked
It turns out that our sweet Isabella is a fraidy-cat. 
Bless her heart.
Thank goodness Firecracker Day only comes once a year.
Switcharoonie
Here we have a classic case of Trading Places. Little MImi took Bella’s place on the back of the couch (the first time ever!) and is keeping an eye on neighborhood firecracker hooligan types. Bella, on the other hand, has opted to smash Hannah in an effort to be a lap dog.
July 1, 2008
HoneyBear
It was a sad day in the Sonnen home. Our little HoneyBear decided to go on an adventure and hasn’t returned. We all miss him. He’s our little transvestite. Maybe that’s why he took off - he was tired of being called a transvestite. But just look at the markings on that face - he’s gorgeous!
Come home, little HB!
June 30, 2008
Dog Fight
Poor Bella. Elizabeth and Drake took her for a walk this afternoon. A man was walking his two dogs. They jumped poor Bells.
June 25, 2008
Meems
I took this pic of Mimi just a few minutes ago. She’s so utterly adorable with her little pink tongue sticking out!
When we move to Chicago next month, Mimi will stay behind with my son, James. We will miss the FuzzBall (pronounced FuhBah) so very, very much, but I believe that this is the best option for the MimiMeister. She’s almost 14 years old, suffering from arthritis and anxiety. She deserves some peace in her golden years. It will just be her and James in his basement apartment. No more dealing with 5 cats and one giant dog for Mimi! She will be queen of the castle. 
June 14, 2008
Chasing Lightning
Isabella Blue.
What I am I going to do with you?
Two of my precious eight hours of solitude were spent chasing down Elizabeth’s dog and that’s okay with me. Make no mistake, I would have preferred the extra two hours of relaxation, but what’s the point in life if you don’t have people and critters to love, to give up your time and space for, to chase down and bring back home?
This picture was taken ten minutes after she came back inside. Two hours of running like lightning will wear a dog out.
June 11, 2008
Dog and Cat Diary Entries
I’ve seen this on the Internet a few times and I just love it.
DOG DIARY
7:00 AM - Outside! My favorite thing!
8:00 AM - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 AM - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 AM - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 AM - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
2:00 PM - Looked out the window and barked! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
4:00 PM - Chased a bird out of the tree! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 6:00 PM - Watched my people eat! My favorite thing!
6:20 PM - Table scraps! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
CAT DIARY
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog continues to receive special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
