From the We May Not Have Kids, but We Live With Eternally 2-Year-Old Furbabies file… When it’s too quiet except for some rattling noises, you can be certain that trouble’s afoot: Mmm-hmm – definitely up to no good!
Furbabies
Worthless Boy
Our Ben is a happy kitty! He gets a lap or a hug whenever he wants it (thanks to The Boy and The Niece!) and he can watch his favorite shows on TV. Now he’s decided to let us know just how happy he is…
A Poll: Who is the Most Spoiled?
It’s a toss-up at our house as to who is the most spoiled. Is it Bridgety-Boo? Or Big Baby Ben? Cast your vote!
Love the Mama
Bridget’s always been a Mama’s girl. She follows me like a dog, falls on my feet and tells me what to do. We’ve also noticed that Bridget’s a bit of a copycat. She watches Ben, learns his successful strategies and uses them herself. This morning, I caught her trying out a new skill: That’s right, […]
To Quote John McEnroe…
You cannot be serious! The boy forwarded this to me. As we discussed on the way home, there are some fundamental problems with this idea: If you say you believe in the Rapture, do you really think the fate of your pet is going to be of concern when you depart? If you sign up […]
Scaredy Cat
Want a mental picture of a scaredy cat? Bridget doesn’t like thunderstorms. Rain, no problem. Lightening, no problem. Thunder, big problem. If she’s not hiding under the bed, she’s following her mama like a dog. All morning she was underfoot and glued to my side: Poor little girl.
Finding Home
Driving home from dinner the other night, we cruised past our old apartment complex. It’s a weird thing, I said to Marathon Man. Him: What’s that? Me: I used to think “Ah, we’re home!” whenever I spotted the complex, but now I don’t. Him: Well, it’s not home anymore. Me: True enough. But I thought […]
Not Where You’re Supposed To Be
Friday’s refrain was: This is not where you are supposed to be! We hurried home from work to prepare for evening visitors and found Bridget exploring Kitty No Man’s Land: Then we discovered that Ben and Bridget had played a game of Phase 10 while we were at work: This all just goes to show […]
Message from the Pet Sitter
When Kelly and I left town for our short vacation, we had a friend stop in to watch the furbabies. Our first night away, I had a bit of a panic about one of our languishing home improvement tasks: Repair the front door so it unlocks properly. The lock sticks, regardless of hot or cold […]
