So it was a much needed rainy morning, unfortunately I had wake up early and take a very content, TV watching, little boy cat to the vet ...in the rain, have you ever heard a cat whose never been in the rain, getting rained on? I think it's a noise that's reserved and played on a loop in the darkest depths of “special” hell, it was a noise somewhere between nails on a chalkboard and hissing spitting pissed off. And then he complained the whole 2-minute drive, and then oh joy! back out in the rain and into the office. Wow the noises that came out of my kitten! I need an old priest and a young priest.
He loves to watch TV, I blame JustAnUglyMonkey for this. The day I brought him home Monkey thought he would like to watch a Steven Seagal movie, Hard to Kill. Yeah, he’s been TV addict since.
Here he is in action!
He loves sister Leela and wants to be where she is all the time. Of course she has a foot of don’t touch me bubble around her and she hisses if you cross this line. It’s funny because so many times he’ll be playing with one of his mice and he’ll kick it in her direction and he’ll go running after it and can’t seem to put his breaks on before he rolls right into his sister who smacks him and yells. Poor guy just wants to be friends L he picks up his toy and murmurs something that I think is sorry in catneise and grumbles about her being mean. I think sometimes he even comes up and tattles on her. He'll come up to me or Monkey and stand on his hind legs and chatters then looks at Leela and then looks back at us as to say, “she’s being mean, make her be nice to me.” All in good time buddy, hey at least she isn’t still under the bed. When Georgia and I brought home Mason she wouldn’t come out for over a week. I think they will be friends. I’m just hoping no body pushes any body over the banister.
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| Hmm, I don't remember getting this when I was shopping... |
Oh! So JustAnUglyMonkey and I have been trying to solve that age-old question and so we’ve planned out our meals for a week. It’s pretty fun, and it makes shopping easy. So now I make dinner eat and save some for him, no longer I eat something and then dream up something for him to eat and make it right as he comes home. Because his “surprise me” usually turns into Surprise! You’re making yourself a sandwich! No, I’m not that mean, I make him something.
This time we made spaghetti sauce before hand together that was nice!
Peace out and Pasta!
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