The Meep
@4legsgooder
Big fan of dogs, cats, spiders, dung beetles, bats, naked mole rats, & just about every other critter out there. Bigger fan of the Cubs, the Tigers unless they're playing the Cubs, and cricket over the winter. Fighting fascists, MAGAts, & despair.🇺🇦🌈💙
"You want action, you talk to me. Ignore this guy. He won't save you." -- Young Ernie builds his catnip cartel
Senior Dog Sunday: Scallop says good morning to Gazebo Packrat and inspects the offering he left by his hole last night.
Kiturday! Babies Fergie and Ernie wake up in the early morning on the giant dog bed. They apparently chased the dog away sometime in the middle of the night.
We adopted eight-week-old sibling kitties. Waiting for them to reveal their names. This little dude has figured out that the cat tree is the passport to a world of window wonders.
Frannie likes her porcelain cat bed. Yes, she knows what comes out of the big shiny metal tube. She also knows you wouldn't dare turn it on. Happy Caturday from a happy cat!
This is the model for every coyote sculpture you will encounter in the backyards of Arizona, NM, Utah, Nevada, Texas... Case in point from Show Low, AZ.
Senior pup Sunday: Scallop the husky has completed her sweep of the premises and ensured the packrats are laying low. Time to relax.
As the world burns, I will take a mental health day for the Cubs opener. 💙🐻⚾ Go, Matty Boyd! Hope the Cubs are up for it. I don't think they realize how much we're relying on them to shore up our teetering sanity.
Yeah, I know it's Caturday, but here's Scallop the lap husky cradling her rat baby.💙
Franny (Mom's cat) in talks with The Meep (our black cat) on the stairs. Introductions have been made. Detente has been reached. There will be a peace plan by Christmas.
Here it is. No cat inside yet, even with a sprinkle of catnip! He still prefers scratching an au naturel length of cedar log, just like he used to before we coaxed him inside.
Happy day-after-Halloween! The Meep is sullen about what he thinks is a poor portrait in pumpkin, and wishes to complain to the carver.
Pierogi welcomes you to his U-Pick apple stand. Select your apple and leave a biscuit. Special today: Three apples for a rawhide.
Can anyone help me ID this girl? A friend found her in a cabin in Michigan's UP. Could she be a juvenile black widow? What else has this coloration?
It's Caturday, and The Meep is not celebrating. Today was his annual vet visit, and is he ever pissed off. He may forgive us tomorrow for the indignity of being put in a crate and transported like a hairy sack of potatoes. Or not.
This little dude. But the arrival of spring somewhere is a close second.
Pepper the elderly Alaskan husky trying to get on the Caturday bandwagon.
Well, fuck-a-doodle-doo. Fuckety-bye to (redacted), and good fucking riddance. Fucking desperate times call for fucking desperate measures. There, that was fucking cathartic.
Anyone in the Marquette area, please join us next Saturday. Pass this on. Ready to be loud and pissed? Yeah, so am I.
We started with 'this fucking ump' a week ago in Japan. And our yard still looks like this, but at least my glove is oiled and ready.
Virtually attended a town hall. Our cowardly rep Jack Bergman didn't. Props to the bearded flanneled dude who quoted Jello Biafra to the cardboard cutout of Bergman and told him: