Attaching the electrodes of knowledge to the nipples of ignorance.
Dad calls them Wild Canaries, but in reality, I believe they are Evening Grosbeaks, Coccothraustes vespertinus, but I am not positive.
And another cute kitty!
It would appear fatherhood leads to spontaneous naps.
At least it isn’t me getting the evil eye this time. I don’t think she likes having her feet tickled with kitten fur.
Fight! Fight! Or.. Flight! Flight!
I’m not positive what they are. And I don’t have a book to reference them in. Oh, wait, maybe I do.. But where?
Tracey and Kiokiane – no evil eyes!
Jenn (my sister) and Kiokiane.
Gribouille, Dad’s Bichon Frise giving me the *eye* look.
Nico and Kiokiane
She can see movement!
She’s crying because she can’t see the lovely roses.
Why do I keep getting that evil eye look?