Showing posts with label Oceanside Animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oceanside Animals. Show all posts

Monday, February 16, 2026

The Photobooth from Nutmeg's Birthday!

 


Wowzers! Was Nutmegs Birthday Pawty ever FUN!

Here are some of the guests! (Not everybody got in the box)



June

Precious

Dalton

Benji
Duke

Eastside Cats
Reesie
Noelle

Beau

Lil Bit (Comedy Plus)


Squeaker (Comedy Plus)

Oceanside Animals!


Brian's Home


Walter


Gidget

Rosie from 15 and Meowing Came! I LOVE her!
Mudpie!

Linker from Messy Mimi's

Ava & Target 

(Animal Shelter Volunteer Life)

 


We hope ALL of our furrends enjoyed the fun as much as we did! Thanks for making Nutmeg's Birthday EXTRA SPECIAL!
Oh Yes, It is Family Day here in the Great White North!  

Sunday, August 17, 2025

August 17th is Black Cat Appreciation Day!

Oona is the coolest black cat that we know! I, Marvelous, am absolutely amazed at how she rules her subjects! 

When she arrived, she was barely the size of a potato—albeit a very judgmental, fluffy potato with piercing yellow eyes and a tail that flicked like a metronome of impending doom. She strutted into the house like she’d been summoned by ancient prophecy, surveyed her new domain with a single disdainful glance, and promptly claimed the comfiest pillow as her throne. Within 24 hours, the two humans were her loyal staff, the rescue dogs were demoted to footstools, and the tuxedo cats were assigned the roles of royal jesters (they were not amused). The imaginary tyrannosaurus rex, who had previously been the apex predator of the living room, now tiptoed around her like a nervous intern. She didn’t meow—she issued decrees.

As the days passed, her empire expanded. A couple of (imaginary) dogs were absorbed into her regime, bribed with crumbs and fear. The backyard wildlife—squirrels, birds, and one particularly bold raccoon—were forced into diplomatic relations, often involving intense staring contests and the occasional paw swipe through the window. She now presides over her kingdom from a sunbeam in the kitchen, where she lounges like Cleopatra with a fur coat and a superiority complex. The humans whisper about her rise to power over morning coffee, but it’s too late. The black cat rules, and all who dwell within her realm know one truth: resistance is futile, especially when she’s sitting on your laptop.

We all LOVE OONA! 

(can I come and live with you too?)

Your #1 Fan Boy, Marvelous Marv


We did not realize we had 2 posts for Oonaverse Day and the WRONG one posted! 
Oona, I apologize! 
I blame it on my ancient (and forgetful) Peep!