Looking for some photos, I found this one of Keely Cat. The mitten was seven years old on March 5th
It was warm enough in early May, 2007, for Keely to be looking out the screen door. This was taken shortly after arriving at the Skinner household.
Keely doesn’t seem to be too interested in his 7th Birthday candle.
The fuzzy cat that can’t get enough of scratching under his chin is five years old.
Naturally, there had to be pictures.
"Camera Dad got an acceptable posed shot on my paw print blanket."
"I had been hiding in the basement. I tricked Cat Mom into lookling upstairs. I'm thinking, 'This better be good.'"
"Hey, Cat Mom. What have you got for me?"
"Cat Mom wants some loving. I want presies. Cat Dad yells, 'No," as I try to help groom Cat Mom's hair."
"I smell catnip."
"I am not going to wear that stupid shiny hat."
"Interesting toy, Cat Boy. But I don't like the pink color. I'm a boy!"
"OK. I'll play with the new toy, but the catnip inside smells stale."
Found on North Avenue in Crystal Lake is this birthday greeting:
"Happy Birthday Jesus" is the message.
Along side it is another sign inviting people to celebrate Christmas at the Prince of Peace Lutheran Church.
This sign is an invitation to "Celebrate Jesus Birth" at the Prince of Peace Lutheran Church.
Thanks to the people who decorated for Miss Lori's 2006 birthday for this sign.
The person for whom this sign is posted won’t read it on McHenry County Blog, so tell her what she missed.
Someone in my family turned 50 a while ago.
Fifty years old.
I took this photo as the candles were being blown out.
I’d never seen candles like these before the family celebration of Father’s Day and, oh yes, my birthday last weekend.
In his early 60′s my father used to delight in telling everyone he was “turning 26″ or “turning 46″ when asked how old he was.
Too late for me to follow his example.
I’m turning 99.
And my “C A L” candles are still burning brightly, although it does look as if someone is trying to blow them out.
I’d never seen candles like these before the family celebration of Father’s Day and, oh yes, my birthday last weekend.
In his early 60′s my father used to delight in telling everyone he was “turning 26″ or “turning 46″ when asked how old he was.
Too late for me to follow his example.
I’m turning 99.
And my “C A L” candles are still burning brightly, although it does look as if someone is trying to blow them out.
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