This is the first thing I see when I get home from work.
Gun-Hee at the door to greet me.
Month: April 2008
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I was taking a picture of something. This is what I got.
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One of Gun-Hee’s fans, Muffin from Connecticut, sent
these photos of her in her Gun-Hee Tote Bag.
Now this? Is a true Gun-Hee fan! You go, Mo!
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Typical scene, any day between April and October when the Red Sox are playing.
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Gun-Hee finds some interesting places to nap!
This is way under a desk in the bedroom.
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Extreme close-ups of Gun-Hee outside.
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Today is Kylie’s birthday!
Here’s Gun-Hee celebrating his sister’s birthday.
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More of Gun-Hee outside…
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Gun-Hee watches the traffic at the base of the Broadway (now Jim Kelley) Bridge.
He is the only cat I’ve known to be so unafraid of cars.
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Gun-Hee hiding behind a bush outside.
…Well maybe I don’t need to hide anymore…
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Gun-Hee meets Jack the Boxer puppy.
Jack seems more afraid of Gun-Hee than the other way around!
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We ordered pizza tonight.
I heard a sound in the kitchen.
I went to investigate.
Yeah. That’s what I thought.
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Gun-Hee as interpreted by me, on a box to .
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There’s a certain kind of dental treats by Petrodex that Gun-Hee just loves. I mail-order them in bulk and an order came in last week.
Here is Gun-Hee investigating the bag.
It’s like he can smell them even in their vacuum-sealed packages, I have no idea.
A bag is isolated from the rest of the herd…
Nom nom nom…
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I just thought this was a really cute photo.
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Gun-Hee is such the urban sophistiCAT…
He knows how to ride elevators.
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Reasons Why Not Everyone Should Have a Aby chapter XXVi:
Yesterday, I packaged up my wedding favours. I decided I’ll mail them down to my future sister-in-law at some point because they’re delicate (not fragile, but too delicate to want to try to take on the plane). So they’re in a shoebox with lots of bubble plastic, with a big elastic around the box to keep it closed, doubled over in a criss-cross. So in the middle of the night, I hear this “plunk” sound. Over and over: Plunk…plunk…plunk…
I wake up and look over and there’s Gun-Hee, over near the box. As I expected. Pulling on the elastic.
“Gun-Hee, NO” I hissed at him…And he stopped: What?
…and I settled back to sleep. The minute my eyes were closed…Plunk…plunk…plunk…
*sigh*
I got up and put a book in front of the box, so he couldn’t get at the elastic anymore.
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Gun-Hee poses with our concierge, Chris.
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Gun-Hee is so affectionate.