Mommy, can you show me how to make the pointy ears? I don’t remember how.

Apparently she didn’t need any help with the other bits.

Clockwise from the largest:
Mommy Kitty, Baby Kitty, Sister Kitty, Brother Kitty

Notice the tongues on each.
I am very proud.

No, I don’t have a parasitic explanation for the sudden weight loss, Tapeworm is the name of a bike trail near my place. Some friends and I went Sunday AM and I actually remembered to bring my little camera.

I don’t have time to format them like I usually prefer but here they are, placed as links, in chronological order.

GroupBefore
Steve in Action
Paul in Action
Steve’s Wife in Action (Sorry, my first impression of your name was replaced with a different first impression.)
Karen in Action
Steve’s Wife in Action again
Dwayn in Action
Paul REALLY in Action
Group After (anyone looking a little pekid here…em…er…Jordan)

I think next time we all need to be on our bikes for the GroupAfter shot…the women look way cool on their bikes here. Nice ride.

Yesterday, riding my bike home I encountered Mariners traffic and found myself on the “wrong side of the law”. Slowing up behind a traffic officer I had the distinct feeling that he wouldn’t like me being behind him without knowing about it. I should have trusted that impulse. He turned around;

What are you doin?

(cupping my ear against the traffic noise) I’m sorry?

What are doing in my conepath?

Turning full around in my bike I now noticed a dotted line “conepath” sufficient for SUV’s and Buses but my little recumbent didn’t even take notice and in fact welcomed the respite from the crushing hulks clogging the arterial.

Oh? Woops, sorry.

Get out of my conepath.

Okay

If you do it again you will get a ticket.

As I stood by waiting for lights for 3-4 minutes or so I watched him stand guard over his conepath, swinging his whistle, displaying the empathy and tact of, well…a traffic cone.