A Particularly Private Kitty

So, I come into my room, minding my own business, thinking that I’ll just plop down on my bed. But wait…

Who flipped my pillow upside down?

What the…?

Apparently, this girl kitty has found a way to turn my pillow sham into her own private sleeping bag hide away.

Good grief.

She’s just lucky I didn’t dive right on top of her.

Silly thing. Let me just tip toe back out, so as not to disturb Queen Jiff.

Why do I get the feeling that she thinks she sharing this room with me–instead of the other way around?

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Monkey Biz

100 Happy Days #14

001Our littles are really enjoying the Curious George cartoons that are on Netflix these days. It is a soft, gentle, sometimes even a bit mushy show and I like it much more than I thought I would. But I confess–I love Miss Chompy’s picture of little George even more. A ton more, in fact.

Tell me, if you can, that this doesn’t make you happy too?


Late Last Night~

in our front yard…


I was called to the window to see…


this sweet thing.


We were stunned.


This has never happened before because we live just off the main drag and a good 2 miles from the mountains.


Not to mention the big lighted car lot that this pretty thing had to cross to nibble our grass…


or crab apples…


or pine cones…


or whatever it was.


But she left while we were watching and then–from the footprints, we could tell she came back again before morning.


We loved it.


Felt kinda magical.


My Poor Kitty

So, do you remember me telling you weeks ago that we thought Beany had a dislocated hip and there was really nothing we could do?

Well the other day, I was looking at his foot because all of a sudden he started walking really weird, not just with a slight limp, but like he couldn’t bend his foot–at all.

On closer inspection, and to my horror, the top of his foot was swollen up like a golf ball. We got him in to our vet, Dr. Degering as quickly as we could. In fact, I couldn’t even find the cat carrier to take him in so I just held the poor guy on my lap. I thought at first that he would go nuts, but he just sat there and let me hold him. I think sometimes animals just know when we really are trying to help them.

Anyway, Dr. Degering examined him thoroughly and said his hip was fine. At first he thought that Beany must certainly have cancer of the bone, but after an x-ray he found that his leg had actually been broken clear back when I thought he had hurt his hip. Yeah…I feel like such a schmuck. My poor kitty. The doctor thinks that he has a bone infection (Jenny–HELP!!) and that he’ll need to be on anti-biotics for about 10 days. After that he wants to see him again and figure out what to do next. He said part of the bone is deteriorated and a new piece is growing back. Sad…sad.

Trust me, I’ve learned my lesson. I solemnly swear that I will never try to diagnose a very brave, very dear cat’s injuries–ever again. Ever. As long as I live.

And now we wait, while I try to figure out how to give a syringe full of medicine to a street savvy cat…

and hope he forgives me someday.

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Good Sports

Of course, when you’re dealing with twins, they go back and forth being calm and wild, and then sometimes, they are on exactly the same page and become real partners in crime…so to speak.

┬áBut today, Beckham was the crazy guy, and Lily…well, let’s just say, she’s used to him.

In fact, she’s a good little sport about having lunch…

next to the Wildman from Borneo.

Speaking of good sports–later in the day– Lily decided Miss Petra needed a cupcake paper hat.

The cute thing sat there and let it go on and on, like she didn’t even notice.

But old Bali…

Yeah, not so much.

I told her she should try the hat on Beckham.

Heh, heh.