Tagged: Pets

Hair stuck on my tongue!

Logan and Laramie settle in…

Cats don’t waste much time settling in to their environment. These guys have taken over our home and hearts… Although we have limited their roaming to the upstairs of the house courtesy one 48 inch tall baby gate. We’ll see how long that works…

Laramie and Logan

Two adorable balls of fluff…

Following the sudden departure of our dear, sweet cat, Cayenne, we went to the pound today to pick up Laramie. Turns out he had a brother who also wanted to come home with us. Apparently, we have “sucker” tattooed on our foreheads. You’d think we have noticed by now…

Cayenne in box

Better not to know?

It’s mornings like these I’m glad I can’t understand what my pets are trying to tell me. I mean, yes, it is clear that they’re indicating that it’s time for me to leave. They want free and unfettered access to their house. That was made clear when Cayenne started shoving a few books, blankets, pillows and sundry off the shelf above the bed. More clear, when said items started landing on my...

Wickett says it's too cold

I couldn’t find Wickett this morning…

After being completely or partially incapacitated for nearly two months, it felt great to do something last night. Two somethings, actually… I changed the oil in the RX-8 and I replaced the ignition element in my upstairs furnace. The oil change went Exxon Valdez when the cold temps apparently took their toll on my catch pan and caused it to spring a small leak. Even after the impressive spill in part...

Gotta get the ball!

Life with the WMD: Keeping it classy

Within 24 hours of Fiona coming to live with us, I had her enrolled in obedience school. I wasn’t given a choice in this matter — neither by Amanda, nor by Fiona. Fiona was brilliant at obedience school. Well… mostly… There were two very small issues. One stemmed from her insane drive. She loves to play. She wants to play. More. More. More! The other, I suspect, stems from her separation anxiety....

Maggie as a young pup

I guess I just don’t want to waste time sleeping…

I woke up this morning around 5:30. It was dark. Very dark. I hesitated to even check the time on my phone. But, I did. I somehow managed to get back to sleep and managed to stay in bed until nearly 8:00! We managed to not be the first downstairs. That’s a lot harder than it used to be. Now that there aren’t any “family” horses in the barn, Fitzallen no longer...