Be sure not to miss LFM Fun Fest next August. :)

This is what you get for having friends...

So my good friend MATT whose more prudent wife said NO to this kitty rescue, decided that we, the Clunns were the right choice. These I'm afraid, rescue or not, are NOT staying. They sure are cute though. But EIGHT kitties is out of control. Ya think?
He FOUND these poor little guys..too young to have left der muddah. They are scarfing kittie formula and eating kittie chow and playing like all get out so we think they will make it. But still, is there something inherently WRONG with Family A, who knows Family B love kitties and already has too many, BRINGS MORE kitties to said Family B??? (who also has 4 daughters filled with too much love and compassion for any normal human being) Me thinks YES. WRONG WRONG WRONG!!! Thanks Matt!

And his name is....

Jesse James.





Because he looks like a real tough guy, dontcha think?

Bedtime Prayer for the Kids!

Whitey-Kins

SPEAKING of Whitey, he came home last night as a big fat SURPRISE. He comes home every 4-5 months now and I am of course, hoping he makes it home one more time when we are about to leave for the new house. He stays home about 3 days and is then off again. Very bizarre.

I am preparing their hearts for the possible and hoping for the miracle.

Our newest addition...

Because, you know, we're insane.

Kitty is currently un-named. Choices seem to be keeping in line with Frodo and Samwise (Sammy) Everyone loves Gimily but Lauren, the one in "charge" of said kitty.

So if we are not careful and we wait too long like to name him like we did with Whitey, then his name could end up like poor, cracker Whitey. If only we were African American, then "Whitey" would have actually been funny.

Dear M and I used to laugh since her black kitty is named Tar Baby. I kid you not. Whitey and Tar baby: best friends. Much reminsicent of the many differences she and I had in beliefs but somehow found deep friendship anyway.

Anyway, we found him while innocently enough going to Walmart with all 4 daughters (strike one) while poor, barefoot, kid holds shivering kitties (strike two) in front of door trying to give them away for FREE. (and we're out)

Admittedly, they have been excellently cared for, no fleas, very clean and well socialized...just what we homeschoolers strive for in our kids.

No worries, though, we can take care of that easily enough. Soon enough he'll be scrounging for scraps, be flea ridden and dirty and completely anti-social...just like us homeschoolers. :)

The Bust of His Life

I don't know why I have a problem with the fuzz. I don't think I have this deep seeded resentment toward authority. I guess it's just because I know enough of them to know the personality type is really scary. Not including you C, of course.

But anyway, you have to admit this is funny.

The Bust of His Life.

Hear: "I'll have to confiscate the contents of your truck, sir."