A few members of the local branch of the National Funk Fighters Union agreed to allow their photos on this post. They rush to help whenever their mistress needs lifted out of a blue funk and set back on track on the sunny side of life. (Actually, they rush to wherever warm milk is being poured into a dish!)
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Tux has been promised one week of exclusive access to mouseholes in the feed shed for modeling this obscenely obnoxious cap which Husband received for his 50th birthday from one of his thoughtful brothers. If you can't read the words on the cap, chase all children and impressionable adults away from your computer screen and then click on the photo to see it larger. (Hey, it might be really yummy chicken.......you never know!)
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***********Hopefully, there are Funk Fighters on duty in your area!!
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3 comments:
SIX kitties with their heads in the milk bowl! I *do* love kittens... and cats, let me hasten to add lest my three grown felines should happen to be watching.
Wishing you a funk-free day! {{{Hugs}}}
Smokey is a pretty good funk fighter. I say, "I need a Smokey hug!" and haul him onto my lap and smooch his cheeks, and it usually helps.
That hat is totally a guy thing.
Boy, in the picture of the tuxedo cat ---that cat looks so much like my bootso!!
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