Hobbes can’t figure out why the kid is INSIDE and he…is not.
Haha. I don’t feel too bad because we have a cat door that he is welcome to use at ANY time.
Silly rabbit.
The Kitty Kingdom
Our three sweet babies.
Good old Hobbes who bears the scars of all the battles he’s been in to save us all from the threats–real or imaginary that are outside that window.
Sweet, gentle Lyla who dashes and ducks from every sound she hears, yet lowers her head and growls if a stranger comes to our porch.
The baby- little Dali who hasn’t a care in the world and still can’t figure out why she isn’t allowed to climb my leg like a tree or eat my bracelet.
It’s our lovely kitty kingdom and my goodness how we love it.
Three kitties seems to be the perfect number…
for us.
Sleeping With the Enemy
Soooo this is a first.
Normally, Lyla steers way clear of Hobbes because he’s always jumping on her and knocking her over–you know–all the tough guy stuff. He’s too much of a wild boy for her prissy nature and…well, she’s just plain scared of him.
So to look over and see the two of them in the same corner of the universe–never mind the same bed– was beyond belief. I can’t even tell you.
Will wonders never cease?
Apparently not.
One thing I did notice though–only one of these kitties is actually sleeping. Lyla’s no dummy and she’s not taking her eyes off this dude.
Love at home, indeed…
with one eye open. Ha.
Something’s Missing!!
Ohhhhhh it’s a rotten thing INDEED to go to all the work to do a puzzle this intense (Look at allll that white and grey–gah!) only to get to the end–right before the deadline (Thanksgiving) and find out that…
you’re missing a piece!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
I mean honestly…I don’t live in a house with toddlers that eat puzzle pieces.
But wait. I do have that one cat. And he has been known to bat those pieces onto the floor and smack them around till they end up in Outer Mongolia somewhere. Hmmmmm…
Yeah, my money says it was him. Cause you know…he has that “I did it and I’m glad I did it” look to him.
*sigh*
Thwarted by the feline.
PS–Good news!! I FOUND it!!
It was in the kitchen…by the back door…
the CAT door.
Uh-huh. Outer Mongolia.
Like I said.
Our Poor Hobbes
This little fellow may look sort of ok, but this was 2 days after he was hit by a car. We didn’t actually see the accident but Rhen saw him out in the street…looking like he’d been run over.
Rhen ran out to get him but when he got close enough to pick him up, Hobbes just bolted and ran into the backyard. We searched for him for 4 hours without any luck.
We finally found him in the farthest corner of the basement–curled up in a ball and hiding out. I didn’t dare go to him–because he gets feisty with me when he’s scared or hurt. But Rhen went right up and started petting him. The poor guy could hardly raise his head but started purring.
He seemed to be banged up mostly on his head–kinda like he had run into the car–rather than the car running into him. If that makes sense.
I called all kinds of vets to see if they could help but they all said that if he was moving around and didn’t have any broken bones, then he’d likely be ok.
Sure hope so, poor guy.
