Noel, the Christmas Cat, about a year old in this photo, and baby Constance Kitty, maybe 6 months, amazed by a bird or a bug out the window. Connie passed over the bridge at about 5 years old. Noel, as you know, is still staring out that window 11 years later.
Want to know a secret – We’re having our usual family Easter egg hunt this year, but since it is April Fools Day, we are not going to really hide any and just let them look. Do you think the kids are going to kill us? APRIL FOOLS!
Charles, the Mugwump, here. I need to tell you about Mini Cooper. She is a cat. But she thinks she is a dog. She is about my size which is somewhat disconcerting. I tell her to go away (GRRRRR) because the bed is mine and I am the King, but she doesn’t listen. When I try to snuggle with V, Mini pushes her way in and won’t leave. What is a Mugwump to do with a CatDog who has long sharp claws and can jump way into the air? No matter what Mom says I am never going to trust her, but I guess I will make peace, as long as there is no food involved. Then all niceness goes out the window.
I know that 99% of you can relate to the fact that as soon as you try to close the door to any room, but especially the bathroom, everyone needs to see what is going on. It used to be my 2 legged children would come find me but now it is 4 legged furballs that seem to think that as soon as I want a moment of privacy, that is a signal for them to need something. I know it is my fault because I always go the bathroom before I take the dogs for a walk and now they think ANYTIME I go in the bathroom must mean I am getting ready to walk them. Because, as we know, humans have no other life but that which is connected to walking, feeding, brushing, playing, or otherwise interacting with furballs and WHY would a human EVER want to be by themselves doing anything.
Begging has gotten out of hand at the Zoo. Even Noel has joined in the staring contest.
“If I look at you soulfully enough you will surely give me a piece of whatever you are eating. RIGHT NOW!!”
Charles is actually the worst because he can’t contain himself and he starts to demand bark (with that little yappy PomChi staccato.)
The house rule is that no animal is fed from a human plate directly. Food needs to be in their bowl preferably or at least on the floor. If the other humans in the house followed my the rules, this probably would not be going on as much. I think it is much easier to train animals than humans. At least the animals are only staring and not grabbing. I guess I should feel accomplished at that much.