March 2008 – The Daily Abyssinian…and Singapura

Gun-Hee a day/91 of 366

Published on 31 March 2008 by TalonvakiLeave a comment

This is Gun-Hee chasing a flash of light reftracted from a piece of my jewelry…

Gun-Hee a day/90 of 366

Published on 30 March 2008 by Talonvaki1 Comment

What I saw this morning…I never know what these two are up to.

Gun-Hee a day/89 of 366

Published on 29 March 2008 by TalonvakiLeave a comment

I got this mouse-in-a-wheel wind-up toy.

Gun-Hee was less than impressed.

Gun-Hee a day/88 of 366

Published on 28 March 2008 by TalonvakiLeave a comment

Windows on the world…

Sometimes I wonder if Gun-Hee knows the difference between windows and the TV.

Gun-Hee a day/87 of 366

Published on 27 March 2008 by Talonvaki2 Comments

Gun-Hee has a…fascination…with the hall closet. Whenever I open it (at least once a day), he feels the need to dash in there…and then, not come out.

Can you see the Aby kitten?

Extreme close up.

Gun-Hee a day/85 of 366

Published on 26 March 2008 by TalonvakiLeave a comment

This little scene cracked me up. I have no idea what’s going on here…

…But whatever it is, it’s Boys Only. No Girls Allowed!

Gun-Hee a day/85 of 366

Published on 25 March 2008 by TalonvakiLeave a comment

More tail-chasing.

Gun-Hee a day/84 of 366

Published on 24 March 2008 by Talonvaki1 Comment

Every morning when I’m getting ready for work, Gun-Hee likes to knock around in the tub. And I do mean “knock around.” We go in to take a shower and find half the shampoo/conditioner/soaps on the floor.

I have no idea why he decided to lick his chops. Tasty tasty soap??

Gun-Hee a day/83 of 366

Published on 23 March 2008 by TalonvakiLeave a comment

Happy Easter!

These photos were taken when Gun-Hee was tiny. He loved to play with plastic easter eggs, just as Kylie did when she was that age.

Gun-Hee a day/82 of 366

Published on 22 March 2008 by TalonvakiLeave a comment

One thing that Gun-Hee does that he’s never outgrown and I’ve never got tired of is his love of chasing his own tail. This is a trait he shares with his Uncle Whitey. And, like his uncle (who, I am told, chases his tail on the top of the cat tree), he does it in the most precarious of places. Like the back of the toilet.