Beka hasn’t chosen a new name for her reign as The Beka, so we’ll see what happens as she settles into her new digs.

(I have no idea what any of that means…)

But I think it’s time for another Bekapalooza on the Phabulous Photo Phriday…

“Well it’s dang well about time…”

And now, the poetic side of The Beka…

To sleep…

Perchance to dream…

Perhaps THE DWEAD PIWATE WOBERTS HAS COME FOR YOUR SOOOOOOUL!!

“Yo – photo boy. Yeah, you – Mr. Put-out-less-than-flattering-pics-of-The-Beka-and-make-her-say-things-contrary-to-her-sweet-and-loving-nature. Unless you want to be wearing drafty underwear for the next 5 years, KNOCK IT OFF!”

“An artist of my caliber shouldn’t have to put up with poopy like this. Really.”

Since The Beka is coming up on her first birthday, I thought a little perspective would help. Hopefully you can see this well enough:

On the right, adoption day. On the left, growing into the underwear-shredding machine we all know and love…

That was then… (June 16, 2012)

And this is now… (whenever the heck I took this pic – in the last 6 weeks. Maybe)

Then…

Now.

Then…

Now.

 *sigh* We’re in SO much trouble. And really happy about it.

“You alright there, old man?”   “Bring it, furface.”

Thanks for joining us for another Phabulous Photo Phriday. Tune in next week to hear BekaV say…

“About that ‘no pets allowed’ thing in the Palace? Fuggedaboudit.”