Author Archives: Charles Huss

Photo Friday: Mr. Bill

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My boss works out of her home which is where I go at 6:15 every workday. When I get there Mr. Bill is on the pool table waiting to greet me. I bought him a cat mat to help make the pool table more comfortable, but he refused to go on it until we turned it upside down.

If I remember the story right, he kept crashing into things when he was young and they would say, “Oh, no! Mr. Bill!” If you are under 50, search YouTube for “Mr. Bill SNL.”

Merry Christmas

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To all our friends who celebrate Christmas. We wish you a day filled with love, laughter, and the joys that make this time of year special. As always, we wish the same for all good people out there, no matter what your beliefs are.

From Good to Bad in Less Than Four Seconds

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I saw something I don’t see too often the other night. Frankie was washing Chris. The photo below was taken at 9:19:20

Four seconds later, I snapped this photo at 9:19:24.

Between the two photos Frankie whacked Chris three or four times on the head. Why this happens, I will never understand.

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Photo Friday: The Sleep Train

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It is such a pleasure to see how our cats nap together. In this photo, Frankie is the engine, Chris is the dining car, and Floki is the caboose.

I really think that Chris is the glue that holds everyone together. If something happens to him, I fear we won’t see this anymore.

Note: When I scheduled this post, I set the time and forgot to change the date which is why some of you are seeing it early. I could have deleted it but I’m too lazy to start over.

I See You Squirrel

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Frankie has always been interested in squirrels. Whenever we go for a walk and he sees one, he sinks down to the grass like a stalker and actually thinks he might catch it. This morning he chased one up a tree, but the squirrel remained low, just out of reach, as if he was deliberately taunting Frankie.