Maybe They're With all the Socks That are Missing From our Washing Machine

This guy?  The one with the beautiful blue collar that we've taken into our humble family. 

The one who wandered in the wilderness for a couple of years, killing his own food and searching for shelter in the winter walking uphill barefoot both ways, before he finally came across our doorstep.  The one who begs for attention and has claimed the ottoman in the family room as his own perch?  The little stinker has now torn off five, count 'em FIVE, collars.  He will not keep one on.  I think it's his way of saying, "I love you, but you're not the boss of me."  Just like a cat.

Of Cats and Cads

The Japanese men's gymnastics team is a bunch of whiners, and I wish Great Britain had won the silver!  AND based on their removal of the YouTube video I linked to yesterday, it's obvious the Olympic Committee fails to realize the advantages of using social media to its fullest in marketing the games.

Now that I have that off my chest:  Look who's decided he wants to be a Hula-gen.

A few weeks ago he was scrawny and anti-social and wouldn't come near us.  Now?  He's decided he wants to stay.  Not only does he lay on top of and under my work car, he can often be found hanging out in the garage.  He will also nuzzle us and beg for his dinner.  He LOVES to have his head rubbed, and he's no longer scared of the camera.  Thank goodness, 'cause it's kind of hard to live in this house unless you're used to having your picture taken.

It's amazing what worm medicine, some food and a whole lot of lovin' will do.