Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Another Angel

Our good furriends at Eastside Cats lost their beloved Chuck yesterday. 

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Dear Codd Mother, Forgive Us...

for we have failed. We were ... were... INFILTRATED!

And it all happened through our mom, no less. She brought home this mat tonight - with a great big BURD in the middle. 
And why? Why???? Because it was cheap! Only $4.

(Plus she was insulting, said I was just going to yak up on it anyway. 
It's true we never seem to keep any mats around for long, but still.)

Forgive us, Codd Mother. We are so ashamed.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Thursday Temper Tantrums

And I bet you thought this post would be about MY tantrum but no..... It's mom's tizzy we're meowing about today

The other day she got so frustrated with me she started spouting off gibberish and eventually threatened to... to... " ... If you don't quit it I'm going to do something but I have no idea what so I'll just lose my mind. "

I consulted with Leia. We decided we wouldn't really notice if she did so nothing to worry about.

I can't figure out what the problem is anyways. I've been an excellent orange angel. It's trifling stuff.... Demanding noms RIGHT NOW with a very loud voice... Every meal... And walking off after three tongue fulls. Twisting around her feet or standing right behind her so she trips over me... Early am shenanigans with or without Leia.... Pawing her leg every time I want chicken and/or standing up on my back legs to get them... Just the usual.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Tuesday Two-Fur

As you can see, we are sleeping peacefully. Mom wanted to talk about something, so we are handing today's post over to her.

Mom's note:

In my life I've been bitten in the face three times by dogs. When I was about 4, my grandmother's cocker spaniel. About 10, a neighbor's adult male Boxer, Frodac, nipped me right at the bridge of my nose, breaking the skin. He just barely grazed me, a warning any adult dog would give a puppy. It has always amazed me, the restraint he showed that day. And lastly, working at a vet, a terrier mix named Casey, who turned around and bit the tar out of my upper lip when his owner walked back into the treatment area. I still have the scar. But I've never feared dogs, though Frodac definitely taught me to show a bit more respect! Truly, he was a sweetheart, and we remained good furriends. I still have a tiny scar from that too, but will always remember him with affection. 

Over this past weekend, a co worker's granddaughter, about 8, was bitten by their dog. I saw the picture - he got her face when she tried to pet him. A huge bite radius over both cheeks, nose and chin. Severe enough that she required cosmetic surgery. She's doing well, and is more concerned with how her parents are taking it.

I don't know the dog's fate, but I doubt it's good. He wasn't truly a family dog; they live in the country and wanted a dog that would bark. They got that, but clearly they didn't have much idea of his temperament. I suspect he must have had a hard life. Quite possibly mistreated by previous children; this seems fear-based to me. My heart goes out to both child and dog.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Easy Sunday...

will commence as soon as the orange kitteh is found.

Any ideas?

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

It's Wednesday

This last picture is where I usually sleep when I'm on the bed. Mom can't accidentally kick me here, and if I'm lucky Toby won't sit on my head.