Gabe and Emma Making Frien…Well Not Enemies

Gabe has taken to just being wherever Emma is. If she snarls or hisses, he stays all Zen, then curls up and snuggles down. It seems to be working.

This morning he tried the same thing with Zander.  Zander remains unconvinced.

I’ve let him roam the house and do his thing, but at night I put him back in his room because I would like a good night’s sleep without any cat kurfuffles.

The dogs are another story…

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Emma is Fifteen

I was going through, trying to sort photos and came across this one. Then I remembered Emma turned fifteen this August. The photo was just a few weeks after I found her at the shelter. She was my birthday present that year. She’s still as pretty and also still pretty tiny. But she’s my Great Dane girl. Happiest when she has a Great Dane to boss around.

One time, Bailey and Bixby were getting into it, I don’t remember why, and she came tearing down the hall to protect her Bixby. Jumped right in the middle of the fracas. They are never far from each other these days. She tolerates Scout, but Bixby is her boy.

I have told her she must live to be 21.



 

 

Ginger Boy

Ginger has fit right in with the rest of the crew.  Homer still tries to assert himself over him but they rarely get into anything serious.  The hummers are hitting the feeders heavily now, and will continue to do so through August.  We have five feeders up and refill them nearly everyday.

Yeah, Nope: What’s Under The Bed?!?!

Image: https://imgur.com/user/realcalvinandhobbes

Walked into the bedroom to see all three cats surrounding the bed, looking under it. Yeah, no way was I going to look. I went and got Carson and set him about vacuuming. I neither need nor want to know what might be under there.

I emptied the bin outside, just to be safe.

Carry on….



 

Black Panther In The House

Not everyone is lucky enough to have a big black panther (at least in his mind) in the house to keep it free from a variety of pests. But I do.

This guy:

Every night, while I sleep, he kills me a pile of stuffed animals. I keep a basket of those mini-plushies, most were gifts, in the guest room. Every morning I wake up to a “fresh kill” of each and every one of them. He must work very hard to get all 12 of them from the guest room to the master bedroom. So he gets lots of praise.

It’s nice to know with Jake around, I’ll never starve.

There will be an actual recipe thread later today. No, really. Actual FOOD and actual COOKING.  😉