I should also mention that, since we took in Sam, we have had yet another sad discarded soul show up on our back porch, be taken in, and found him a home--because four is too many, you guys. The fact that anyone would dump what was obviously a house cat off in our front yard, in FEBRUARY, when it's 12 degrees out, just ...I don't even. Anyway, that one is happily safe and sound and warm with a neighbor of ours who was excited to get him--leaving us room on the porch to await the next dump-off. Come to think of it, all three of our cats were discards. I call them our misfit band of orphaned bachelors.
Since it's winter, things are kind of boring around here, except for the endless laundry and vacuuming, and I have writer's block and can think of nothing that seems funny or interesting to share with the wholeentireworld, so I thought I'd browse our life-with-cats pictures. I did start planting garden seeds yesterday, and I woke up with a headache that I'm pretty sure was caused by eating Domino's last night after being off processed foods for awhile now, but neither event is worth, you know, blogging about...so I thought I'd recap some of the ways our pets enrich our lives. Actually, I think they are pretty sure we're here to enrich theirs... Allow me to ellaborate:
|Louis and Jack: Thanks for opening the drapes--now we can watch the birds from your bed|
|Jack: If you'd quit taking pictures...I could sleep|
|Please don't kick us off. (they are NOT supposed to be on the bed)|
|Thanks for keeping the fire going. We'd do it, but we don't have thumbs...|
|You. Get off my couch.|
|Are you blind? I said OFF.|
|After dinner snooze. Also, no WAY you can sit here...|
|An hour later. Still no room for you, sorry.|
|This seat is taken...|
|And so is this one... and this one. They're all taken.|
|Sam insists on coming outside, no matter the weather.|
|He's sure he can catch the snow that lands when I toss it over my shoulder.|
|Sam, back inside. He can sleep in the oddest positions...|
|Sam's happy face. How could we have turned THIS face away?|
|Much later. Still sleeping.|
|About an hour later. Yeah. That shoveling really takes it out of you.|
|Well, he's certainly HAPPY. So glad we saved him...|
|Not sure how he sleeps in this position, but he does it a lot...|
|See? What the heck, Sam??|
|This. Every. Time. He never figures it out.|
Well, that's all I have. That's my February, in a nutshell. It's 10 degrees and blowing about 30 mph today, and I'm sick, so I'm going to pull out my grow lights now and get the seed trays under lights, grab some tea and my giant book on the Plantagenets, gargle some more salt water, and hope for my sore throat to go away. Also, probably should vacuum again, because with three cats, there's no such thing as too much vacuuming...
P.S. Also I REALLY MISS SWIMMING right now.