The luckiest dog in the world
Gabby is home from a day-long stay at the vet’s office, and here’s the verdict of her vehicular misadventure… … Read more
Gabby is home from a day-long stay at the vet’s office, and here’s the verdict of her vehicular misadventure… … Read more
Easter wasn’t quite happy at our house. After spending the day with family doing Easter egg hunts, watching the boy rack up his usual impressive number of presents and consuming inadvisable amounts of candy, we went home where our dogs greeted us at the door. As usual, Gabby was all over Little E and got scolded for it. She always acts like she’s supposed to walk in the front door with us.
Maybe this time we should’ve let her. … Read more
It’s after two in the morning, I’m tired and ready to go to bed, and I find that my bed’s full of catgirls.
Look, they’re so floofy and cuddly and peaceful and adorable.
There’s really only one thing for it. CANNONBALL!… Read more
The Three Who Rule… will now take a catnap.… Read more
Opened my eyes, and what did I see? Portia and Maria kitties nappin’ with me.
A glimpse of our new carpet-less reality.
I laid my bathrobe on the coffee table for some reason that I forget (probably something to do with taking naps on that couch since it’s under a window that allows a lovely breeze into the house), and that table (and the robe) have now become a favorite vacation destination for the fearsome five. The only cat I haven’t seen take up temporary residence on the robe/table is Puck, but he’s a black cat, and it’s a black robe, so it’s possible that he was there, unseen, like a little furry ninja. A slightly fat little furry ninja.
We won’t be able to put in flooring for a while, and I need to duct tape the edges of the entryway tile and the kitchen/dining room tile so they don’t get chipped, but so far… I’m loving sweeping instead of vacuuming. It ain’t pretty, but it’s a hell of a lot cleaner, even if all of my decorating ideas (painting parking spaces for each cat, painting aircraft carrier stripes leading to the rest of the house) have been shot down.… Read more
We now go live to the Green family weather center, where Olivia is monitoring the situation closely…
Just for giggles, using this article about determining your pets’ age, I decided to do a quick “critter census” of our herd of pets. (If indeed such a label can be applied to our four-legged overlords.) Here’s what I came up with:
Xena is approximately 64 years old in dog years. No wonder she’s delegated guard dog duties to Gabby, who is now a rambunctious teenager: she’s getting ready to retire.
Olivia and Oberon are both running up on 40. No wonder they hang out with me so much these days. Puck is 28, and he’s still nuts – Pucknuts, that is. That helps him to keep up with Portia and Maria, who are both teenagers.
Pour in a four-year-old human on top of all these four-legged teenagers, and now you know why I’m going grey.… Read more
Maria’s ability to drape herself over the back of my chair is becoming nothing short of legendary.
I’ve never seen photographic evidence of cats being any more relaxed than this. 😆 … Read more
For those of you just tuning in, it was about a year ago this weekend that our herd of 2011 rescue animals started showing up, beginning with Portia, an attitudinal little red-headed tabby kitten my wife spotted up in a tree… surrounded by hungry dogs. The dogs were chased off and Portia was promptly whisked away in the tail waggin’ mail wagon to join our family.
She’s celebrating today in fine style. … Read more