Wordless Wednesday: Summertime Walkies

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Another Nat Geo moment. Or not ...

Nat Geo Reporter: (sotto voce)
"Here we see The Great White Housepanther in his native habitat, intently focused on his prey."
 

NGR: (continues narration)
"The wind shifts, he lifts his head, cataloguing the smells around him...."

NGR: (tone rises in anticipation)
"Note the pose, the powerful haunches tensed to spring as the smell of pears comes wafting in the breeze, ripe and prime for the harvest."

*cue screeching sound of record needle scratch*
Faraday: (look of disgust) Seriouslies?
The Great White Housepanther only hunts Big Game.
He does not hunt pears.
 

Allie: (incredulous snort from front door) Really, Brat? Really?
It's your fantasy.

Faraday: I'm totes blaming Mommy for this.

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Step on a crack ....

Allie: You've done it now, Brat. It's all your fault!

Faraday: What, Allie? Wha'd I do? I'm just hanging out with my harness and stuffs.
You're just sore because you're inside and I'm out here.

Allie: Well, yes. But that's not what I'm talking about.
Don't you see what you did over there?
You stepped on a crack.

  
Faraday: So ...? I fails to see the problem, Allie.

Allie: Don't you know anything, Brat?  That's why Mother's back has two fractures.
YOU DID IT.
 

Faraday:  Uhhhh ... *gulp*

Maxwell: You'd better come in, dood. Now.
You know, before you break Papa's back, or something.

Wait. Allie risks that every time he picks up her massive --- OW! OW!
Fine. I was just going....

Not to worry, Faraday. You're not to blame (a bit of overenthusiastic kickboxing, maybe, but not you).

I know we've been a bit scarce recently, and this is one of the reasons why. After opinions, second opinions and a trip back to Mayo in mid-October, they discovered bilateral fractures in the lower back/SI area. So that's what's been causing all the pain!

We'll spare you the details but it's all connected to the stuff Mayo diagnosed earlier in the year and plans are underway to get our mom back to bouncing off the walls again (heaven help us) real soon.

In the meantime, we're avoiding any and all cracks in the sidewalk. Just in case.

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Go Put on a Sweater. Seriouslies.

The Mom: Okay, kiddo, time to go in. 

Faraday: In? Nows? I was just getting started.
The Mom: Yes, kiddo, but it's getting a bit chilly out.

Faraday: I fails to see the problem, Mommy.
I'm not cold. I have a fur coat.

Hard to argue with that logic ....

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Tonkinese in Trouble. Again.

*slow creep forward*

*Quiet crouch. VERY quiet.*

*slowly reaches up to sniff-- *

Allie: Were you sniffing my butt, Faraday???

Faraday: Who, me? Nope. Not at all. Nowhere near you.
Just sitting here minding my own business an' stuffs, Allie. Seriouslies.

Allie: Well, you just be sure your business stays away from mine, understood?
And when I say away, I mean far, FAR away.

Allie: *leans in to whisper quietly into Faraday's ear*
Do I make myself clear?

Faraday: *gulp* Crystals, and stuffs, Allie.

... moments later ...

Faraday: What? She never said anything about smelling where her butt was ....

*sigh-h-h* Boys.

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International Translation Day #FAIL

Faraday: *snif-f-f-f*

*sniff-sniff-sniff*

The mom: What's your peemail say today, Baby?
Faraday: I thought you said you're not s'posed to read someone else's mail, Mommy.

Besides, it's a cat thing.

You wouldn't unnerstand.

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Native Habitat? Or Not.

We join our story, in progress.
 

Nat Geo Announcer: (whispers) ... and here we have a rare glimpse at the Great White Housepanther in his native habitat.

Announcer VO: ... sunning himself on a downed tree trunk in the African veldt.

*cue ripping sound of record scratch*

The mom: Time to go in, Baby Boy! 

Faraday: (glares through slitted eye)

The Great White Housepanther doesn't go in, Mommy.
Now go 'way. I was just getting to the good part.

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