There seems to be love in the air between Noel, the Christmas cat, and Charles, the Mugwump. Noel does not get this close to any other dogs. Right after Valentine’s Day. Have a wonderful Wednesday.
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Mom made us watch the Stupid Super Bowl last week. Well, first we watched the Kitty Bowl and then the Puppy Bowl. Noel thought that the half time show was the best ever, She was totally into Lady Gaga flying down from the roof and swinging around on ropes.
Mom made her ‘soon to be’ famous, red lentil vegan chili. It seemed like the purrfect food for football.
Charles (and flat Rudolph) slept through most of the second half. He figured the game was over after seeing the score at half time and decided there was nothing more to watch. Sorry, Charlie, you missed all the excitement. Maybe he is more a basketball kind of guy?
The dogs were out on a play date the other day. Even the new little one who smells like a dog but plays like a cat. So I decided that Mom must be lonely in her office all by herself. At first I sneaked behind the computer and peaked out to see if it was OK to be helping. When I realized it was cool, I got brave and took a nap on Mom’s pile of papers. Mom sure does have paper everywhere when she is working. I even took over her chair when she went to answer the door. Oh Drat! The dogs are back already! There goes my new job.- Mini Cooper, the office helper (aka paper weight)
In the winter we bring the large deck plants inside and winter them over in the bathtub. It’s the cat’s personal jungle. They spend a lot of time playing around them, chewing on them, and, of course, hiding in them. I actually miss the plants when spring comes and we take them outside again. I don’t miss the use of the tub because it is too big and takes 2 full tanks of hot water to fill. When Peanut was little (around 6 or 7), I used to use it as a swimming pool for her and her little friends. Now it is the winter atrium and cat velodrome.
Nine has taken a fancy to the dog’s tennis ball.I don’t know if this was an act of defiance (it’s yours so I am taking it), a true act of comfort (cats sleep on the darnest things), or pure silliness (because he loves to make us laugh).
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