Gabe got to go outside this morning. This was our second attempt. A few weeks ago I tried it and he headed to the gate, as if to leave, so I swooped him up and brought him back inside. Continue reading
Cool Gabe is making lots of progress. He’s now wandering the entire house and has joined us on the couch. As long as Scout isn’t too rowdy, he’s happy to spend time with the dogs. He and Bixby are everything right now. Gabe just loves him. I believe he Continue reading
Last night I put all the cat stuff back where it belongs, showed Gabe where the litterbox really is and let him roam the night. About 3 am, I woke to a heaviness on my chest – it was Gabe, all snuggled down.
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…
After brainstorming with a few dozen people online last night, I’ve settled on Gabe (Gabriel Miles Evan) as his name. While I was traveling in Boston last week, I spent some of the rainy afternoons looking at my local shelters online. My thought was, I had four cats for thirteen years and just three for the last five and I was used to multiples. Three feels comfortable. So with Jake gone, it seemed the right thing to do would be to give another shelter cat a home.
Here he is protesting the baby gate. He wants to meet everyone
My goal was to bring home either the oldest cat in the shelter or the one who had been there the longest, or both. Continue reading
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.
As is her way, Emma has taken it upon herself to take care of Bixby and me. Here she is keeping the big guy company in the afternoon sun. Bixby still spends a lot of time looking out the window and sighing. Loudly. I wish I was kidding.
Today he began to brighten up, wanting to play non-stop with Bad Horse, so we are making progress.
Lots of cooking going on here. Bad Horse has felt like taking on some new recipes. This one was a winner:
It’s a Pear Crisp. Using the Perfect Apple Crisp recipe, found here, and substituting pears for the apples. It also uses gluten free flour quite successfully in the crisp.
We had an abundance of pears because my local grocer is selling “misfit” fruits and veggies – or what I like to call, “ugly fruit and veggies”. They are misshapen, bruised or otherwise not “A” quality. But I will let you in on a little secret, most of them are much tastier. Especially the lemons – thin skinned and full of juice – which makes them bruise easily. Ugly, but yummy.
That’s it for now…I’ll try to get back to regular blogging soon. Until then…