Life in our house at the moment is like having warring teenagers except one is goofy, eager and innocent and the other is bitchy and worldly. Dog: sorry I peed on floor again. Me: That’s okay. You almost had a perfect day, and we were having a dinner party. Try again tomorrow. Cat: Stupid animal. … Continue reading Puddles and Cuddles and Jealous Felines
The entire country’s domesticated animal population didn’t consider me a corpse, but they thought as much of their respective owners. Time change is a bitch. However, if she gets exhausted and wants to nap earlier… heck, I’m down with that. One of the evil, super-slippery knee-busters. She also keeps growing. It’s getting harder to hold … Continue reading The puppy was convinced I was dead.
Every day the puppy comes out of her crate two inches longer and three pounds heavier, I swear. She’s growing at the speed of sound. And in the mornings, she is so full of energy, it knocks you off your feet. Thankfully, MaeMae the crotchety cat is actually starting to play with her. It’s a … Continue reading The cat’s warming up…
I performed emergency rectal surgery on the sloth. Well, okay, maybe not EMERGENCY but it needed to be done today if it were ready for duties this evening. Miss M had chewed him a new one and his stuffing was coming out. Slothie, recovered after surgery. GDA (Guide Dogs of America) provided her with a … Continue reading The dog, the cat and the sloth…
Okay, so one’s stoned, the other’s a total witch. Honestly. So Abby the puggle’s mental state is deteriorating, not terribly surprising for a 14 year old. Add the fact that she’s mostly blind, almost completely deaf and her honker works only at close range, and she’s a pathetic little pup. But she's still adorable and so … Continue reading The Dog’s a Stoner…
Go, you big fierce cousin of the lions. Go annihilate that vile gopher. And all his relatives. Chase them so they never darken our street again.
MaeMae is essentially in her teenage years and she’s a PITA. Our crèche is looking a wee bit bald where she’s chewed the moss off the roof. Shooting her with water is becoming less effective. She also tries to torture/play with the hound, who, at almost 14, is mostly deaf, largely blind and gets confused … Continue reading Cat on a Thin Tight Leash
Training a cat to leash walk is not easy, the little bastards are not at all grateful and the constraints are problematic in other ways as well. Our front lawn resembles London after the blitz, courtesy of a damn gopher, who appears to be a friend of the hound. The gopher makes periodic appearances in … Continue reading The Bombed Out Lawn
This thing...is not... a cat. We’re not totally sure of what she is, but she’s not really a cat. She looks like Dobby the House Elf had a love child with a possum. Frankly, this critter is UGHhhhh...LEEE. She was one of my sister’s recent foster kitties, and being that butt-ugly AND shy, her chances … Continue reading Dobby the House Elf Procreates
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