Beans! Beans!

OK...so I am writing this post while my next door neighbor is arguing with door-to-door Bible thumpers. Hopefully they will ignore me. If they don't, hopefully Loki will eat them. Or at least scare them away. Or knock them over in joy. (The Bible thumpers tend to be both patient and persistent though...I tend to walk by them, but have heard several stories from people who have tried to engage them in discourse.)

Anyhows, this is the second in the meet-the-cats series. Ms. Beans. Real name Beanie, nicknames number in the thousands. (Various combinations of Bean, Evil, Toast, Zucchini, B-zoo, E-zoo, E-bean-zucchini, Toastikin, Stupid-cat, Cat-with-eyes...they keep making themselves up.) She's sort of the dumb blonde of the cat world...or to quote my family, "she's got a little short bus in her." Very cute and very sweet though. Beans means well.

Beans doesn't come downstairs often -- she's terrified of the dog.

Funnies thing about this picture is that it is unposed...the cat actually took it upon herself to grab a tennis ball.

And like the tennis ball. Cats are weird.