Before our flashback, one service announcement please.
Even though it was their Blogoversary (their 1st!), those cuties over at The Cat on my Head handed out awards! And we got one! They also posted a tasty photo of bacon which may or may not have had someone here licking the monitor screen.
Thanks, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth & Calista Josette!
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Once upon a time, there was an orange boy and his name was Arie. Arie was a chubby kitten who grew into a chubby Mancat who loved to climb and jump. Or at least, in his mind he climbed and jumped. Arie was a big fan of testing physics, something his body never got the hang of. And for years, Arie swore his middle name was, “Just wait until your father gets home to see what you broke today!”
Regardless of broken things, chewed things, pawed and clawed things, oh, and drooled on things, we loved him. As a kitten, Arie was raised with a big dog and a toddler who couldn’t understand the concept of not strangling little things. So he joined our family and acted more dog than cat. He was our first who walked on a leash and he loved his green t-shirt. In his photo above, he’s also sporting a single strand of pearls and blue eyeshadow. THAT was Arie!
We lost Arie in the spring of 1999 to fatty liver disease. One of many Colehaus Cats never forgotten.