Orbit and his prey

I was sitting quietly working at the table this afternoon when I feel this little tickle on my foot. It happened twice. I kicked my sandals off and lifted up my feet to find Orbit with a lizard in his mouth! He was dropping his lizard right on my foot! So I got the camera...



I was going to let him have it, but Katie convinced me to let it go. This video makes me sound like I have a lisp. I don't. Maybe the microphone has a hard time with s's...



I also don't know why I look angry. Maybe the sun was in my face. Anyway, the lizard is doing just fine now, but he's still hanging out on the fence for safety.

pillow hog

I woke up with such a crick in my neck this morning. I think this picture R. took may explain why...
The darn cat was sleeping all spread out on my entire pillow. I had one eensy little corner and my head was all crooked. Thanks Orbit, hope you were comfy.

p.s. sorry for the blog break. It's been a busy week. We have company coming this weekend, so I'll try to get some shots of the cool stuff we're going to do.

Catnip is a gateway drug

We went to an eggnog party last night at Ryan and Ashley's. We played Rabbids and looked at their beautiful tree and watched Rudolf.
When we came home, it looked like someone else had been hitting the 'nog pretty hard around here. This is the Christmas tree the way we found it. Notice anything missing?
That's right. No angel. No angel on top of our 7' tree. Where there used to be one. A pretty one. Also, the Christmas tree skirt was missing and there were an outrageous number of needles all over the floor. What happened? Were we robbed? Did the angel have to fight?
This is how we found her...
Poor angel! What did she do to deserve that? Who could've knocked her off the top of the tree and taken the tree skirt?
Suspect #1:

Suspect #2:We caught Georgie this morning trying to light a little bonfire under the tree. She said it was "too cold up in here". Brats. I suspect the angel was making them feel guilty about whatever they were up to while we were gone, and she paid the price. too much nog. Or was it catnip?

Meet Jack

Living in a sketchy neighborhood, it is very important that you carefully consider your pumpkin guardian at Halloween. Everyone knows how many spooky creatures roam the streets of Tucson toward the end of October. About a week ago, R and I bought the most perfectly shaped pumpkin ever and named him Jack.
These are R's prototypes for Jack.
He had to be 1. Really scary 2. unique and 3. really scary.

Hello Jack. Boy are you scary. Thanks for keeping away all the ghosts and ghouls. I'm real sorry about that time when Orbit ate your guts.

Orbit's turn

What is with these two? Now Orbit has started napping in the sink. Where are we supposed to brush our teeth?