Happy Anniversary, Gabe

Gabe was sprung from the Larimer County Humane Society a year ago today.  Here he is enjoying is favorite summer spot. Today there is too much ice on the patio for the kitties to venture out.

Glad you’re part of the family, sweet thing.


 

A “Little” Gabe and Scout

Gabe and Scout - puppy and kitty

Last time I updated you on Gabe, I think I was still wondering if he was happy here. He’s erased all doubts about that. One day it was like a switch flipped, and he just relaxed into living here. He snuggles when he needs attention, sleeps on my feet at night, spends time outside and comes back when I call him, accepts the ducks as just part of the general craziness here and seems genuinely happy. Oh, and he very often sleeps on top of one of the dogs. Just ’cause.

He has put on a few pounds. But we don’t talk about that here. I’m sure it had a lot to do with being put on such a restrictive diet at the shelter to heal up his UTI. And the stress of the whole upheaval in his life.  As recommended by Way of Cats (and friend), I’ve moved the cats to a mostly wet food diet. He may un-chonk. He may not. He’s still a handsome devil.

Scout is adorable as always.


 

Bixby Diaries: This Guy Turns Five

I’m a terrible pet person, I don’t remember birthdays or adoption days.  But this year, of course, different with Bixby.  We didn’t think he’d have a fifth birthday.  So grateful for this day.

And this little girl is sixteen. I remember hers because I adopted her on my birthday and she was eight weeks old…and I can count backward, LOL. I saw her little angry face at the shelter and knew she was a good fit for our household.

I tell her she’s the last of the divorce crew and we’ve been through a lot together. And she’s raised her share of Great Danes in her sixteen years. But I’ve made it clear I expect her to stick around till she’s twenty-one or more.

It’s been a good day.


Little Quacker Update

Lilacs are starting to bloom heavily…just in time for a forecasted snow storm. I’ll be bringing in a bunch more bouquets of tulips and lilacs.

We survived our first night, once Pearl settled down. She cannot be left alone and makes a loud ruckus to make that clear. So she hangs out in the living room with us. And yes, I’m leaning toward female based on her non-stop quacking. Males are generally quieter. We will adjust if I’m proven incorrect.

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