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Thursday, January 15, 2009

One of the furry babies

I have been wanting to blog lately, but have been having trouble thinking of anything to write.

So, I am going to cop out and just show off some pictures of Vader the kitty, who is now all grown up. He's turned into a beautiful cat, although somewhat quirky. I love that cat to death, as he really is a good cat, he's just, well, you know, not the brightest crayon in the box.

Case in point-in our house, we have stairs that lead up to a small landing with a balcony over the living room. Vader loves hanging out up there. However, he has fallen off, more than once, chasing his tail while on the railing.

He is what we call a special snowflake.

And without further adieu, pictures I took yesterday of our beautiful cat, who yes, we'll admit it, is all looks and no brains. (note the fact, that in two of the pictures, you can actually see that his fur literally glistens in the sun. I kid you not.)

p.s.-click each to see it bigger.

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