Look at me Don’t I look cute? The weather is getting warmer and I love hanging out in the backyard all day long, basking in the sun. My owner has a post up today over at Sprout Dispatch. Go check it out. Okay, well I’m off to create havoc with my new feline friends. Ciao.
Found these two hidden away in the television stand. Not sure if they were trying to playing on the Wii or on Zoe’s educational game. Either way, I’m sure there was trouble that was had.
Okay, so we have two new kittens that Zoe loves dearly. She’ll sometimes pick them up when they are playing and rough housing together. I always tell her not to pick them up at this time as they will probably be rough with her. I continuously have to tell her this, but she never listens. I’m hoping this time she will finally remember.
Let just say, she came this close to getting a nice scratch across the face.
I was driving home yesterday after picking up the kids after work and spotted something out of the ordinary. A coyote. I thought it was a stray dog at first but driving closer it was clearly a coyote. I’ve seen them several times in the fields behind our house but never 40 yards close, and it’s usually much darker.
By the time I was able to pull over in a parking lot and get my camera out, he ( I say he because that’s what all canine species are! Right?) was getting further away and what I ended up getting wasn’t the greatest, but at least I got something. If I didn’t have the kids in the car with me I would have gotten out and tried to get a better shot.
A representation of how far away I am.
These two are inseparable. We keep them in the bathroom during the day as the dogs are still getting accustomed to them. But when we get home from work, we let them out and they play and explore. Zoe’s bedroom is one of there favorite places. They are lots of nooks and cranny’s for them to get stuck in. I couldn’t find them one evening and found them cuddled up on Zoe’s bed.
*yawn* “Hey, turn the light off. I was sleeping!”
…Sugar and Spice.
I promised Zoe I’d buy her a cat when she finally took a crap in the toilet. It was more me just saying stuff to entice her to go. She has been going number 1 for about a year a half now with no problems. Not sure what her issue was with going number 2 but it just wasn’t happening. Well, last week she finally let go of whatever fears she had and went. Since then, she has been a pooping machine in the potty.
Keeping my promise to Zoe, Stephanie and I took her last Wednesday to get a cat. The local animal shelter mainly had older cats. Full grown. Zoe like a few of them, but deep down we could tell she wanted a baby kitty. Through a geocaching friend, we found a couple that had a litter of kittens they were trying to get rid of. So on Thursday we drove out to Godley, some 45 minutes away. Zoe picked a mostly white one with black on her tail and ear. Upon hearing the couple was taking the rest of the litter, and their mommy to the pound next week, I gave Stephanie a nice puppy dog face (the same one I gave her that got me Biff), and wouldn’t you know it but we left that house with two kitty’s.
Sister and Brother. Sugar and Spice.
This is Spice.
Sugar is a bit shy.
Sugar trying to stand her ground against Gizmo. I like her poofed up hair.
Enjoying some time with momma.
I was reading an article about how an animal shelter tried to euthanize a cat but it survived so they tried again, and somehow the cat survived again. The story ends well, but it begs the question…
When is this cat going to kick the bucket? Duck, as she has been named since we got her, has seen better days. When she was just a wee young kit, she was thrown out of a car that was driving down I35. She was in pretty bad shape and the wife of the couple that found her was a cat veterinarian. She took her in a got her squared away. This was during the summer of 2005 while I was working at Philmont Scout Ranch. Stephanie, my girlfriend at the time volunteered me to bring her home. I didn’t mind, but I’m sure my parents had a few choice words to say about it. She moved with Stephanie and I after we finally got an apartment and moved in together. Nothing serious happened to her during our stay there. Then, after we got married, we finally bought a house. By then, we had a dog, Gizmo and we had a doggie door installed. At first, Duck never thought of using it. A year later we acquired Biff, our other dog, and she started to sniff around the doggie door. She would just hang out on the back porch at first, and sooner than later we caught her climbing the back fence. We tried to keep a collar on her but she always found ways to get it off. When she would disappear for days at a time , we finally sat down with her one day and told her we loved her and said our goodbyes just in case she never showed back up. She’s come home with war wounds on her face a few times but nothing too serious.
This past fall I noticed she had stopped eating her food and was losing weight. One evening during dinner, I noticed her gums and lips were yellow. After checking her out, her entire body was yellow. We took her to a vet that did some blood work and the result weren’t good. She was anemic and he thought her kidneys may have been shutting down. He gave us the option of treating her, but it would be costly, or we could put her to sleep. Our vet friend thought perhaps giving her steroid shots might give her a boost. We really didn’t have the money for the costly treatment and weren’t ready to part ways with her.
This ordeal happened just before Thanksgiving 2011. Since she was on a down hill road, we started giving her some canned food. This good, moist, stinky goodness of Fancy Feast, and Meow Mix. The cheap stuff, you know, since she was on her way out. Well, I’m pretty sure she has gained weight, and all that yellow colored skin? Gone. It back to her normal pink skinned self. I got no clue what happened, but I’m pretty sure she decided to use up life number 11.
So Biff is one dopey dog. Well, just more or less skidish and goofy. We came home tonight after having spent less than 15 minutes inside all day (church, hanging out of Stephanies parents, Steph getting her nails done, more church, back to the in-laws) and I started giving some love to the dogs and I smell a very nice, calming smell reeking from the snout of Biff. It almost smelt like some basil, but I don’t have any basil growing. wtf? It couldn’t be the lemon balm, its sitting in the middle of the table outside. Nope. All the lemon scented leaves and gone. Apparently it smelled some good that Biff decided to take care of it first. That erked me.
Then yesterday was Gizmo. The dog that plays outside and craps inside. I swear he has brain issues. I picked up three piles of crap from him in one day!!! He pisses me off sooo much. I do have to give him credit though. He is a pretty good aim when he wants to. One of the piles was smack on the toe of my work shoes. That’s not all though, to top things off this wasn’t just a normal poo, it was a bit runny. Even after cleaning the shoe it still smells like crap. Literally. I know it rained all day yesterday buddy, but you do have a nice covered patio that you can use.