They show their love for each other in weird, weird ways. At the end of a day where dogwood winter has set in the animals want to pile up like puppies.
Not only is Isabella hugging her brother’s butt, she is getting squashed by my legs wrapped up in blankets. She stayed like this for over 30 minutes. That is a fairly long time for our spazz of a cat.
Checking on the dog treats baking away in the oven. This is a great recipe that I’ve been using for my dogs for about a year now.
They are fairly simple and all the ingredients are doggie safe. [I’m not a vet or pet nutritionist].
Doggie Treats (makes ~2 dozen)
1 cup wheat flour
1/3 cup cornmeal
1 TBSP oil
1/4 cup low sodium chicken/beef broth
1 egg
1/8 cup low or fat free milk
1 egg, beaten for egg wash
Oil for cookie sheet
Method
Whisk together flour and cornmeal then add wet ingredients. Mix thoroughly.
Roll out into floured surface 1/4 inch thick and cut out shapes.
Grease cookie sheet and brush each cookie with egg wash.
Bake 350 for 20-30 minutes.
Allow to cool and freeze extra.
Had to share this picture because it was too cute. The background is a bed sized bean bag (yes, it’s awesome), and the kitty on top is a tortoiseshell cat named Ivy. The same one who acted as my movie watching companion a few weeks back.
It may not be a perfect match but she is blending fairly well. Maybe this breed of fat faced cats was meant to lurk in furniture and skulk beneath shadowed loveseats.
She nabbed my seat when I went to the bathroom and since it is a bean bag the weight tends to droop to the middle. There was lots of adjusting before I got my seat back and she was lying on top of me.
Oh, cats…
While having a sleepover at my sister’s house we passed up sleeping in her room for sleeping in what I call “the sheik’s tent”.
During the holidays, a bed, lamps and bedside tables were set up in the basement. Blankets were hung from the ceiling to the floor and carpeting was put down in that section.
With a small area heater the little room stays quite cozy. We took a counter top TV downstairs and watched movies until 1:30a. Pretty wild for me, since I hit the hay around 9:30 or 10p.
The cat’s name is Ivy. She does not like being picked up or handled. Like most cats, Ivy does love on her own terms. She has recently gained substantial weight so laying on my chest made it difficult to breath.
My last words were, “more weight.”
Heh heh, theater jokes.
I love this picture of Tybalt because he isn’t just of a blur of frantic gnawing. He was smelling and inspecting the tastiest bit of his bone to go for next.
It almost looks like I’ve captured him in an intimate moment…with and inanimate object.
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