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.
Mommy has been eating vegan marshmallows before bed lately. She said that I am not supposed to tell anyone.
I really like marshmallows. They make me happy. So happy that I smile like I used to when I was young. Mom cannot resist giving me a marshmallow if I smile at her.
Mom and I ate the last marshmallow the other night. 😦 I am sad. Mom is sad. No more marshmallow smiles.
At least until she goes to the store and buys some more. Do you have a late night snack?
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).
Charles has now joined the dogs in taking over my bed. At least there are some nice warm spots when I decide to crawl in. I can’t seem to snap a shot when all three are present. And yes, I keep covers over everything during the day, but Louise has figured out how to pull my pillows out and lie on them anyway. Hence 2 covers now. I leave Lulu’s personal throw pillow on top, but alas, that is not enough for her (since it doesn’t smell like Mom, I guess). BOL.
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We all went down to the river today. Mom figured it was time to show Charles our favorite spot by the tree at the end of the peninsula. Since he is new to the family and we don’t know his water manners, she was afraid he might try to jump in the river, so he had to stay on his lead while we ran around. I don’t think he liked walking on the floating dock. I do admit it is weird under foot until you get used to it. He definitely like the old tree (which is Louise’s favorite). As soon as we got home, Charles and Louise sacked out and took a long nap on Mom’s bed. Me, I stay on the floor and nap. Someone has to supervise the cats. – Brought to you by reporter extraordinaire – Sofie Bear
Sofie, the snownose, in the snow. Several winters ago, Sofie’s black nose turned white. They call this ‘snow nose.’ It is the lack of pigment in the cold weather. You can read about it from my post back in 2013. Funny thing with Sofie’s nose, it never totally goes back to black.
Hope you have a warm Sunday!
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