tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328044722024-02-20T14:15:05.674-05:00Soccer and FriendsCats - Dogs - FriendsRonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-23451907298355300012010-09-22T21:47:00.001-04:002014-08-25T12:28:53.617-04:00Soccer Poses for the Camera<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinw4-axAcqmHLEMdNNvWM6gL__9IDGo21QdY2dfVQ-ir3qmOipr95JqioS3jDlPyYw6fOqHCnwOSShWwH0igV3ZxidGq5ZRtHLSY7wLL8pWGev1ABSMhFrVbzI-1PGfsK5QfqSBw/s1600/D80_14443.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinw4-axAcqmHLEMdNNvWM6gL__9IDGo21QdY2dfVQ-ir3qmOipr95JqioS3jDlPyYw6fOqHCnwOSShWwH0igV3ZxidGq5ZRtHLSY7wLL8pWGev1ABSMhFrVbzI-1PGfsK5QfqSBw/s400/D80_14443.jpg" height="428" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524384714183005090" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="640" /></a><br />
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Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-18058194488621999332010-09-21T21:41:00.002-04:002010-09-21T21:41:00.844-04:00The Cat Family<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSRPXzgiJHetDRxoi8BuID7KqhjnZ_WRpzHmGT7wdby1IEzBPh-5GPsYkhyphenhyphenctkGwnKlcPvl4Oj5asnCAyEdk_sQglr3DayVT-Ez2J_dESWKjovzfvcaIkAT0fiEYT7NhETExjfhA/s1600/DSC_0040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518804938039017538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSRPXzgiJHetDRxoi8BuID7KqhjnZ_WRpzHmGT7wdby1IEzBPh-5GPsYkhyphenhyphenctkGwnKlcPvl4Oj5asnCAyEdk_sQglr3DayVT-Ez2J_dESWKjovzfvcaIkAT0fiEYT7NhETExjfhA/s400/DSC_0040.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>An oldie from the past taken at Christmas 2004. Five cats Piper, Soccer, Lilly, Little Missy, and Casey.</div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-23736482156192094502010-09-20T21:36:00.001-04:002010-09-20T21:36:00.341-04:00Max, Hershey, and Sullivan<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWlSkEeODjOGl1-ykYqFqO3mohiElUnY5-JfJEIniGzLq9SPT6kma7kvAAsCAki0aGXIQ6To_FSjHhjdDvXVlqehL09Cyb3FlzRlhrjXUqChzFLO4Ti8hwstCgxZ2SVH1RgpT_QQ/s1600/D80_14316.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518803849894992722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWlSkEeODjOGl1-ykYqFqO3mohiElUnY5-JfJEIniGzLq9SPT6kma7kvAAsCAki0aGXIQ6To_FSjHhjdDvXVlqehL09Cyb3FlzRlhrjXUqChzFLO4Ti8hwstCgxZ2SVH1RgpT_QQ/s400/D80_14316.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> Getting a picture of this rowdy group is not an easy task. It took some serious playing to get them tired enough to sit still for one family portrait.<br /></span><div></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-81203650349142270332010-09-19T17:30:00.002-04:002010-09-20T10:05:57.859-04:00Sullivan at Aiken's Makin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemdwDebgxWERo_i8Z23n2DX2uOO269u6GjH0kDjPlVR59zLK18QCK8_XKy3zdCFxtzJGveLzHEeGwPpAplJjh9eB9icEVUNxVuQhNPTLAmYoN5Kg3cuFyQJGyF4WjkOIY42pSSg/s1600/D80_14322.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518740474567019586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemdwDebgxWERo_i8Z23n2DX2uOO269u6GjH0kDjPlVR59zLK18QCK8_XKy3zdCFxtzJGveLzHEeGwPpAplJjh9eB9icEVUNxVuQhNPTLAmYoN5Kg3cuFyQJGyF4WjkOIY42pSSg/s400/D80_14322.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> Sullivan takes in the sights at </span><a href="http://aikenandaround.blogspot.com/2010/09/aikens-makin-2010.html"><span style="font-family:arial;">Aiken's Makin 2010</span></a><br /><div></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-62362264122917278242010-09-03T10:59:00.010-04:002010-09-03T11:07:39.967-04:00Sullivan and the yellow flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3g_0TnQkEWvWOUWrXq6t-820AYPFU2QNNwIWpD-25uNi7MIEc9OXhFD9MXxnboCQFe4HVOSQvxudSKqE-K00A_uAPLcJjkR0ldMeutWafq9KGJEVBOHSImGeiwVe3DRw2xFUpQ/s1600/D80_10648.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512702566028078786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3g_0TnQkEWvWOUWrXq6t-820AYPFU2QNNwIWpD-25uNi7MIEc9OXhFD9MXxnboCQFe4HVOSQvxudSKqE-K00A_uAPLcJjkR0ldMeutWafq9KGJEVBOHSImGeiwVe3DRw2xFUpQ/s400/D80_10648.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> Sullivan patiently sitting behind the yellow flowers waiting to have his picture taken<br /></span><div></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-21080915911898366062010-08-31T21:30:00.007-04:002010-09-03T11:05:51.154-04:00Sullivan the Grandpuppy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvjpctBcE477Gaw1zpyFR51LfnYSbnKkL7MnpGqvsen_DbVzdiduvP9a8oIcnNol3pEw8ge6KpoEQFGcagQuTJKRpAbrywdmZ6ChUND38tvYMYykbZ4WBkddSZ65sGa2wEceVLA/s1600/D80_14200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511751677489110706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvjpctBcE477Gaw1zpyFR51LfnYSbnKkL7MnpGqvsen_DbVzdiduvP9a8oIcnNol3pEw8ge6KpoEQFGcagQuTJKRpAbrywdmZ6ChUND38tvYMYykbZ4WBkddSZ65sGa2wEceVLA/s400/D80_14200.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sullivan is the newest member to the family. He lives in Charleston and like all Lab puppies, he likes sleeping, playing, and chewing. This day, he was taking a walk on Isle of Palms beach.<br /><div></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-49866507265282573562010-04-19T22:22:00.003-04:002010-04-19T22:28:02.162-04:00What a Life !!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipR4x28E0uzTYHAjeyLwx3ItJ-uoyH-YWS1qM9eiUWuQ8U3lGSZy0jGKgLdiDABKRWzshKkpvViFUu35PdCivgWIgMUV_5c-v38sJPGDuzCN11y1ZuUgwvdgZbX_vn2CHMlG9KQ/s1600/D80_10423.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462039503036893858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipR4x28E0uzTYHAjeyLwx3ItJ-uoyH-YWS1qM9eiUWuQ8U3lGSZy0jGKgLdiDABKRWzshKkpvViFUu35PdCivgWIgMUV_5c-v38sJPGDuzCN11y1ZuUgwvdgZbX_vn2CHMlG9KQ/s400/D80_10423.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">What a life. It's just so hard being a cat. I mean, with all this laying around, what is a cat to do? I guess he can always pick a fight with Little Missy or Lilly if he can get up the engery.</span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-91922896997539182982010-01-19T23:11:00.002-05:002010-01-19T23:13:09.200-05:00Lazy Lilly<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoQcwxRhbKewWRoII19K1X7ztJIbKUvuUIfCSXJB7tiHGCtcIHjCzDaET_DcVDAIMfUxEKrXgRP3XJ1kj1C4q-7aNVdw-vC667vxVh8oo2qVH62Cr9ZI8pzXeDtNbslgaaYjIBQ/s1600-h/D80_07821.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428670125090568738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoQcwxRhbKewWRoII19K1X7ztJIbKUvuUIfCSXJB7tiHGCtcIHjCzDaET_DcVDAIMfUxEKrXgRP3XJ1kj1C4q-7aNVdw-vC667vxVh8oo2qVH62Cr9ZI8pzXeDtNbslgaaYjIBQ/s400/D80_07821.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Lilly lounging on the bed.</span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-78674316005366178292009-05-30T22:52:00.003-04:002009-05-30T22:59:14.314-04:00Max on his Best Behavior<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPs7KJeh6B-qNwVC73TDoM1Pb6zBcHaCr3e4hHAock9iukUO2qie0ojKsrfgJ1KgJkKl80fmddELR6_wrfzO13zsUi8y3vxP4-UYHEuD20zcSZ-zL4KeHTqc_radDi_4KnNBdeQ/s1600-h/DSC_1001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341816007707730130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPs7KJeh6B-qNwVC73TDoM1Pb6zBcHaCr3e4hHAock9iukUO2qie0ojKsrfgJ1KgJkKl80fmddELR6_wrfzO13zsUi8y3vxP4-UYHEuD20zcSZ-zL4KeHTqc_radDi_4KnNBdeQ/s400/DSC_1001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9GkzurphL7pSHcPQian73jgIgTP7mq05VKvuv3eVuPgW7Eiw_SRovjmQXugcbLJLWpBQak7HKweWf-tIAequ3eU-eHflQp4VL1sL-MoTf7VlL1HBZe7g9OjA4-qYoxa1PJYMnw/s1600-h/D80_06256.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341816004455777874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9GkzurphL7pSHcPQian73jgIgTP7mq05VKvuv3eVuPgW7Eiw_SRovjmQXugcbLJLWpBQak7HKweWf-tIAequ3eU-eHflQp4VL1sL-MoTf7VlL1HBZe7g9OjA4-qYoxa1PJYMnw/s400/D80_06256.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">The first shot is what I usually see when I go out to take a picture of Max. He sees the camera and that is it. He is going a mile a minute the whole time that I am in the yard with the camera. Today, I got the rare opportunity for a portrait. Actually, I had to really kick the shutter speed up and use a fast flash to grab a stationary picture.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2c6kwcrMTOPYPWKBd7i-Iu74MtT0eBLj2L6JgCTIz7KJIFXRZFW95qrj365EhAscp7B9X_Xgly5rPiFnnJM_Mg8skwGPPRKOtH-oxNT_NuWFZNpNrNU9789AJS-krzb32TU9lw/s1600-h/D80_06256.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-4764251329680257542008-12-31T20:36:00.002-05:002008-12-31T20:40:35.815-05:00Lilly under the Christmas tree<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXRysDiYga9VKs5Fa3Nid-drjVDkl3rarZ3A3KW8DS2zp2mKWiTJtlYxJjOTxLQxLbfjkOhyTM0yd7FmOzM39zqzHAjD8MxGFPHpSPh2xfScQDDGHnZtaONpITai758aGhe42Q5Q/s1600-h/IMG_2128.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286133623962391874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXRysDiYga9VKs5Fa3Nid-drjVDkl3rarZ3A3KW8DS2zp2mKWiTJtlYxJjOTxLQxLbfjkOhyTM0yd7FmOzM39zqzHAjD8MxGFPHpSPh2xfScQDDGHnZtaONpITai758aGhe42Q5Q/s400/IMG_2128.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">What is it about cats and Christmas trees. This is the favorite time of the year for the cats. They just love hanging out under the lights and decorations, of course they also like to sneak a few off the tree to play with when no one is looking</span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-8855847788694116482008-09-10T22:14:00.003-04:002008-09-10T22:24:15.939-04:00Cry Baby<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMJiusNOKC4LD8XjCC4JQXA1xrj5eqqjpFhg60M_-NdB2hTfGAPIrSqrfdQ8w74F1QdMWi41SwrHL7EG1d_MlSbC_NYg_TfF9nqMf21KtKV956U9Vuv0AmfdG6qngvutl3dG_cg/s1600-h/IMG_0762as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244582767630052050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMJiusNOKC4LD8XjCC4JQXA1xrj5eqqjpFhg60M_-NdB2hTfGAPIrSqrfdQ8w74F1QdMWi41SwrHL7EG1d_MlSbC_NYg_TfF9nqMf21KtKV956U9Vuv0AmfdG6qngvutl3dG_cg/s400/IMG_0762as.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">This is Cry Baby. He lives at the Grace Community Center in Steertown, Jamaica. Even though Soccer, Lilly, Little Missy, Hershey, and Max have not met Cry Baby in person, he is a special friend of the family. </span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-20420862523622339182008-08-22T09:59:00.004-04:002008-09-10T22:18:32.609-04:00Little Missy the Tuna Hound<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeK-5fZCbD3ew-hvPoj0yCh87TnHhRNwyapuCnzvqt0ftPk9zLvNe5KnqKcj_QSVB2Uvd2oS26mHNmQXSWzhvKj6lAXZJvBDwCNRtvkGlvvJrMZqCEwyGHVfmnMvVBtoqUfpTUcQ/s1600-h/D80_04264.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237344454911737746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeK-5fZCbD3ew-hvPoj0yCh87TnHhRNwyapuCnzvqt0ftPk9zLvNe5KnqKcj_QSVB2Uvd2oS26mHNmQXSWzhvKj6lAXZJvBDwCNRtvkGlvvJrMZqCEwyGHVfmnMvVBtoqUfpTUcQ/s400/D80_04264.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLL1u1kusTJ_Z_cuEpUi2s_jYzco7Oo1gTzYNPCooRnu5RloXMwX1cQGyXBp8F2GOoay9VXs1U66vI37lzXmkLQUHF1cAlbJXmOnilH9HAwZ5IkC2DI_IVAkArjmZ2sZex8IOHg/s1600-h/D80_04258.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237341898308132706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmLL1u1kusTJ_Z_cuEpUi2s_jYzco7Oo1gTzYNPCooRnu5RloXMwX1cQGyXBp8F2GOoay9VXs1U66vI37lzXmkLQUHF1cAlbJXmOnilH9HAwZ5IkC2DI_IVAkArjmZ2sZex8IOHg/s400/D80_04258.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Little Missy has become quite a tuna hound. Every morning when I am making my lunch for work, this crazy cat about drives me nuts until I open the can and pour some of the tuna water into the sink for her. What a treat! As soon as I come into the room she starts hanging out by the can opener waiting. If I am too slow, she is sure to protect the precious cargo until opening time.</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div></div></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-71045329617329342522007-10-13T23:37:00.001-04:002008-12-11T06:41:01.003-05:00Calculating Cat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFwjiBqGloRJbDjdRcCfSOU0SgpEoTJHFp-Ye_ciAZkNE_hoFZJDr2xwfHy1dzR6rOykhC6K5xI1wYwzDrKJl1bkWnwp9_skmJWZPO9gjAQK2ugJXqYesHjShIRSh5QxZk-tx8dQ/s1600-h/D80_2727as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121031612129113058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFwjiBqGloRJbDjdRcCfSOU0SgpEoTJHFp-Ye_ciAZkNE_hoFZJDr2xwfHy1dzR6rOykhC6K5xI1wYwzDrKJl1bkWnwp9_skmJWZPO9gjAQK2ugJXqYesHjShIRSh5QxZk-tx8dQ/s400/D80_2727as.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Nothing like having a geek kitty with his wireless router and calculator. </span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-22432890910540304552007-10-11T22:44:00.001-04:002008-12-11T06:41:01.236-05:00Soccer, the Apple of My Eye<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjie9AYL1LqX3rWKSmAlJN8wl4mHAdyuCTjNzOpuSwZY5lcvEEE2wISGKIBfktYB2VSzYZHbOfB7kSCZ-fFEywqMGeSUIHGjz6pATCb8FWrA9G9LZEYBmSpS7yGD8gXiHuz_865hQ/s1600-h/D80_2601as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120275779489395666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjie9AYL1LqX3rWKSmAlJN8wl4mHAdyuCTjNzOpuSwZY5lcvEEE2wISGKIBfktYB2VSzYZHbOfB7kSCZ-fFEywqMGeSUIHGjz6pATCb8FWrA9G9LZEYBmSpS7yGD8gXiHuz_865hQ/s400/D80_2601as.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Why is it that cats will crawl into anything that you put down, even for just a minute? I guess it is just the cozy feeling that it gives them. Soccer will crawl into any box there is. It dosen't matter whether big or little, if he can fit you can bet he will be there.</span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-5077394105111363072007-09-23T12:34:00.000-04:002008-12-11T06:41:01.930-05:00Black Cat Pocketbook<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ35nBxVThgRH8q__kgvGtyDvVK36YLWZyOFGV1Ff82MV7Ndw5GjwaXhxRrWVntq0UpiSCZugvv56L8loZq3hrZlxdXRRbyMJ2NgopmkNlHrCZRf0hYoZQH-hGNzTLfIL5rqVWbw/s1600-h/D80_2672as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113223844587867730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ35nBxVThgRH8q__kgvGtyDvVK36YLWZyOFGV1Ff82MV7Ndw5GjwaXhxRrWVntq0UpiSCZugvv56L8loZq3hrZlxdXRRbyMJ2NgopmkNlHrCZRf0hYoZQH-hGNzTLfIL5rqVWbw/s400/D80_2672as.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> A new pocketbook and it has kitties on it too. What more could you ask for?</span><br /><div><br /><div></div></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-73883856474030659872007-09-22T22:27:00.000-04:002008-12-11T06:41:02.176-05:00Lilly Up Close and Personal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAbvCrZI5Fx09DcH3QajnoTeEeI5jx7CeyT8Hy7BsTGBFBfSj0IGXEnzqz2UN_B8-OwQ6zuh-9QwQW1sycHVaAI1RYD04aWZKzEzZ_QuB814zhlvZEH8HrYnpug2Tn0e_x8iHug/s1600-h/D80_2608as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113220911125204530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAbvCrZI5Fx09DcH3QajnoTeEeI5jx7CeyT8Hy7BsTGBFBfSj0IGXEnzqz2UN_B8-OwQ6zuh-9QwQW1sycHVaAI1RYD04aWZKzEzZ_QuB814zhlvZEH8HrYnpug2Tn0e_x8iHug/s400/D80_2608as.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Ever since Little Missy moved in, Lilly keeps an open eye for a chance to harass the new kitty in the house. These two think it is great fun to hiss at and chase each other. I don't know if they will ever be friends. I just hope that they will at least tolerate each other.</span><br /><div></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-65879925142808796582007-09-21T23:20:00.001-04:002008-12-11T06:41:02.465-05:00New Cat in the House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS0i2x6FIPpf5qjxkPZPx68ZKq7IEiq5DrW6SFEibKV1PoKO63RMxxl0CBGi4CRwdm43bogtZxhlkaXREs81fGcV_GjtHfzCdQvfY4ZDEId0AOsCF4Rqz9xZMJVv0YErg4GNLKwA/s1600-h/D80_2667as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112863475356896802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS0i2x6FIPpf5qjxkPZPx68ZKq7IEiq5DrW6SFEibKV1PoKO63RMxxl0CBGi4CRwdm43bogtZxhlkaXREs81fGcV_GjtHfzCdQvfY4ZDEId0AOsCF4Rqz9xZMJVv0YErg4GNLKwA/s400/D80_2667as.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:Arial;">Due to a recent move, Little Missy needed a new place to live and has moved in full time with her cousins Soccer and Lilly. She has adapted very well to the humans in the house, but getting along with her cat cousins is taking more effort. Soccer and Missy seem to be coming to an agreement to ignore each other, but there is still a lot hissing and fighting between Lilly and Missy.. Oh, well. Maybe there will be peace in the house one day.</span><br /><div></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-57423303005624274732007-06-22T17:07:00.001-04:002008-12-11T06:41:02.902-05:00In Memory of Casey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_4WHC8eEBftLD7nfqI6Hzk8oNgu9mShtaz2bEjkH36pejReCr4BhMfmzL_TBjX6a_KCdVx2x3-rLz8bF1vqIPj506xZ_SqGf_wjKDfrAFeOroj5ZQeZtW6g1fQRSpJxN4NP_vA/s1600-h/boys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078998607266388834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_4WHC8eEBftLD7nfqI6Hzk8oNgu9mShtaz2bEjkH36pejReCr4BhMfmzL_TBjX6a_KCdVx2x3-rLz8bF1vqIPj506xZ_SqGf_wjKDfrAFeOroj5ZQeZtW6g1fQRSpJxN4NP_vA/s400/boys.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <div><span style="font-family:arial;">Today we lost a wonderful loving cat and a true friend of the last 16 years. Casey first came to live with us after being adopted from the SPCA. He and Danny, were adopted on the same day. When we brought them home, you could hold one in each hand. They were so tiny. We lost Danny a few years ago and then Max and Hershey came to live with us. Casey was the most loving cat and friend right up to the end. With all his medical problems, he just finally gave out. He will really be missed.</div></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-81249266877166520012007-04-24T22:18:00.000-04:002008-12-11T06:41:03.238-05:00Contest Girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5EmVDWo-JqVzhCKzt5ua800t-iUFSr1kwU538Lc8Yz0b34EpQEKhg8XnuBxy3Pg2QChsMiljAHUYdd5vwHCDiI1B1lzyeiUmf-I5BwqF3irHyOEt0oH1i2ekd-v0es6sohmqKQ/s1600-h/D80_1053as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057184663259676738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-5EmVDWo-JqVzhCKzt5ua800t-iUFSr1kwU538Lc8Yz0b34EpQEKhg8XnuBxy3Pg2QChsMiljAHUYdd5vwHCDiI1B1lzyeiUmf-I5BwqF3irHyOEt0oH1i2ekd-v0es6sohmqKQ/s400/D80_1053as.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Tonight, the photography club had a challenge to pick a room and take 10 different pictures. Miss Lilly was kind enough to pose for the first picture, since she was already in the den where I was going to take the pictures.</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-33912526318516136262007-04-24T22:14:00.000-04:002008-12-11T06:41:03.363-05:00Soccer keeping the bed bugs away<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqJBgMFL5lREKLE_afj3Fd5Cgr_Fgylm3gbCgPmhcDN6hwXeu4dU3fH5BQv5cvSns7oLOMQE4R2_MrPzqhBaO5Klkvpa5f3dTz1TxPot059rS2SbmK1sIAhGlfu58fmj4a-gRNg/s1600-h/D80_1079as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057183692597067826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqJBgMFL5lREKLE_afj3Fd5Cgr_Fgylm3gbCgPmhcDN6hwXeu4dU3fH5BQv5cvSns7oLOMQE4R2_MrPzqhBaO5Klkvpa5f3dTz1TxPot059rS2SbmK1sIAhGlfu58fmj4a-gRNg/s400/D80_1079as.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">If you lay down, Soccer thinks it is his duty to come and protect you while you sleep. Of course it may just be that he likes to snuggle. At any rate, you always have a friend at nap time.</span><br /><div></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-36140545453291929162007-04-17T22:29:00.000-04:002008-12-11T06:41:03.641-05:00Best of Friends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYcvSkGFj3oe30zyx7C8UH2rhPby7ELsly1RQkk8ZAMkxKhOJ7DnxocpCHL_fuHibP4oLPKarz7TBNzSNv2wGe5ev3VDU4bhpVoOpQ-rpvp5NTDCB8zYL1oymGXQ517HlDrRPTg/s1600-h/D80_0910as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054589725487553218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYcvSkGFj3oe30zyx7C8UH2rhPby7ELsly1RQkk8ZAMkxKhOJ7DnxocpCHL_fuHibP4oLPKarz7TBNzSNv2wGe5ev3VDU4bhpVoOpQ-rpvp5NTDCB8zYL1oymGXQ517HlDrRPTg/s400/D80_0910as.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Piper and her bear are best of friends. She loves to curl up with the bear for a nice snooze.</span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-63610000106612205242007-03-24T23:30:00.000-04:002008-12-11T06:41:03.849-05:00Hershey quietly watching Max go wild<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkVDXHPFRYy3i4ZYoiQUDYxqFhNArK4H7JxJYvgCJQNGr_j6_9mEM28hubdjpIB2ZGZT22ej4tCbt0mD5K8biJB_UguMc2IkhHLSZvQN5ddishT2Zj9UpRN-Y9wZqYQfuruG6aQ/s1600-h/D80_0734as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045699573984466066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkVDXHPFRYy3i4ZYoiQUDYxqFhNArK4H7JxJYvgCJQNGr_j6_9mEM28hubdjpIB2ZGZT22ej4tCbt0mD5K8biJB_UguMc2IkhHLSZvQN5ddishT2Zj9UpRN-Y9wZqYQfuruG6aQ/s400/D80_0734as.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">While Max is going wild chasing the ball and running from the camera, Hershey just sits around quietly watching the action. Every now and then if the ball comes close, she will grab it just to make Max mad. Most of the time she thinks Max waste way too much energy.</span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-87560594557030978232007-03-24T23:25:00.000-04:002008-12-11T06:41:03.996-05:00Happy Max<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoIXl56jTSjlsQzOCmExByzR2fv2N9C-RGvwJvWxt-fhEekJn6kynegzdG3DAFAIhiVRTOIvDk1GeWxpYV5QiSRYjRLQeNS_zxCV4URtWBH9qdv-UJ0iwV3aAn9ZiQLtVwWVWVw/s1600-h/D80_0692as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045698401458394242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoIXl56jTSjlsQzOCmExByzR2fv2N9C-RGvwJvWxt-fhEekJn6kynegzdG3DAFAIhiVRTOIvDk1GeWxpYV5QiSRYjRLQeNS_zxCV4URtWBH9qdv-UJ0iwV3aAn9ZiQLtVwWVWVw/s400/D80_0692as.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I spent some time in the back yard with Max and Hershey today. I took a bunch of pictures trying to get something in focus of Max. While we were play fetch, and he was getting pretty tired, I was able to get this shot. Normally he is running around the yard at full speed if I even point the camera at him. </span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-81284306894768616572007-03-22T22:04:00.000-04:002008-12-11T06:41:04.203-05:00Think Spring<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OmIjMHStlvvG-LVshbwPCsru6tDnuVt2KnNBV018kwXAiMlAzDeCczuhgUqlnOeB1iiUWM3Db4DNHnPqA_HfM_shQPPjTp92gniYLkDpd9LeVHtG_L9VO1dPixCmAbx20VtX6g/s1600-h/D80_0689as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044935207244731506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OmIjMHStlvvG-LVshbwPCsru6tDnuVt2KnNBV018kwXAiMlAzDeCczuhgUqlnOeB1iiUWM3Db4DNHnPqA_HfM_shQPPjTp92gniYLkDpd9LeVHtG_L9VO1dPixCmAbx20VtX6g/s400/D80_0689as.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Little Missy says "Think Spring". She likes the flowers, and would like you to have a free flower. To get your own flower, click on the "Think Spring" flower in the sidebar to get a flower from the "Points of Light" website.</span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804472.post-53149115703343310352007-03-09T21:26:00.000-05:002008-12-11T06:41:04.390-05:00Max and Hershey lounging in the back yard<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NN6Z-pTwXYcNTXiiREqge-sRNe5L69tIjpEuUZlLYIDZXl1xUsyjEi_hMDegIgDca5hpeA5Td8QqjCM2jftl38xL93G19MXqoidxGEtBX-DcKco6PeirlKuIdhq9g9mbcC1xIA/s1600-h/D80_0563as.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040116693536448482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-NN6Z-pTwXYcNTXiiREqge-sRNe5L69tIjpEuUZlLYIDZXl1xUsyjEi_hMDegIgDca5hpeA5Td8QqjCM2jftl38xL93G19MXqoidxGEtBX-DcKco6PeirlKuIdhq9g9mbcC1xIA/s400/D80_0563as.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Almost as hard as taking a picture of a black cat is trying to take a picture of a hyper black dog. Actually it may be even harder, at least the cat will stay still. Hershey will usually sit quietly by and pose for a picture, but not Max. As soon as he sees the camera, he starts going a mile a minute around the back yard. He will rarely come to rest, and usually not very close by. The only way I was able to get this was to break out the long lens and wait for him to get tired.</span></div>Ronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05120689311996743201noreply@blogger.com0