The boys are not usually allowed upstairs, but sometimes my favorite boy toy lets them come up to keep me company as I get ready for work in the morning. They were so cute at the top of the stairs, he got my camera out. This caused the boys to give him identical quizzical expressions…
The kitten (Siamese #3) was always up to adventure and of course, being a cat, was incessantly curious. On a lark, he decided to scale Mount Daddy one day. Surprisingly, his Daddy tolerated it pretty good before removing those sharp little claws from the back of his neck. Word for tomorrow – RIBBON. If you…
The kitten grew into a hulking sheath of muscle from nose to tail. Several vets checked to see if he was really neutered (he was) because he was so heavily muscled. He also bent their needles on a fairly regular basis. I didn’t declaw him when he was a kitten. Not every cat needs it and…
The other day, I used the random word “intense” to describe the kitten at play. One of my fellow bloggers, Random Thoughts From Midlife, asked where the kitten went to when I said he was gone. I realize that I was not very clear in my post. The kitten died last year, at the age of nine…
These two pictures are sequential from when the kitten was. . . well, still a kitten. Do you see how intense he is? What is out of range of these two pictures (it’s in later pictures from this series) is one of the older cats was cautiously checking out why this paper kept moving, only…
We’ve been trying unsuccessfully to get the dogs to lose weight. We’ve restricted their food availability, decreased it and substituted pumpkin instead, and increased their exercise. Unfortunately, this means they are often hungry. There has been some lying going on when I get home from work as to whether their Daddy did or did not…
I seem to use the backspace key a lot when I’m typing. The older I get, the more I need it too. I’m not sure if I’ve gotten that much clumsier or am just rushing too much and typing faster than I’m spelling. Sometimes I wish I had a backspace key to use on my life…
Our daughter came to visit this weekend. Since we got the miniature pinscher over three years ago, he has hated her with a passion. There was no particular reason other than the fact she was not me. And he wasn’t afraid to let her know that if he was only a bit bigger. . .…
One of the hardest things in life is when your beloved pet goes into a final decline at the end of their life. This picture here is one of my Dad’s hunting dogs who was also a much loved house dog, much to his dismay. She followed my sister and I everywhere, was housebroken and not destructive…
Living The Seasons 