A Little Bit of This, A Little Bit of That

Simba is such a sweet boy. He's easy going and he has the quality I admire most in a cat - he appreciates the litter box. He has recently decided that he likes being outside, much to the chagrin of his human family. Our normally sedentary little feline becomes mighty cat the instant the patio door opens. Mock 30 and he's already halfway down the stairs. I'm not really sure what he sees in the great outdoors, save for that little incident with the baby birds. Sushi for cats. It's not exactly safe in the hood, especially when you're used to the Lazyboy life...and there's that whole issue about not having claws. And being neutered, and slightly overweight. But mostly muscle. I'm just saying. Best to be indoors and so we've got him in lockdown.



Who's that handsome Aussie at the dog park!! Bearbear's not going to let any grass grow under him!



Please forgive me. I have discovered the joys of photoshop. I could be doing great things, like solving the budget crisis. Or advocating for world peace, or picking up dog poop!



Bear likes to be the center of attention. If he sees his buds are getting some love and he's not part of it, he flashes those big brown eyes and and starts to bark. He progresses into this guttural sort of ah roo ROO ROo Roo roo roo roo until you give him a couple of pats. Spoiled? You don't say.



Morgie is the most beautiful Chihuahua. Ever. I take everything back that I ever said about ankle biting, yip yapping little rodent like runts. Not true. Most affectionate little sweetheart you could ever hope to find. She's absolutely aerodynamic. No lie, she has the ability to literally propel herself in complete defiance of gravity. For the most part, she gets along fine curled up in a little ball in her bed, but if she detects danger, she goes into instant alert. Look at those ears. Tune in Tokyo.

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I found her a little Sherpa bag and she loves it. I set it on the floor and open it up and she jumps right on in and assumes travel position. When we are at the dog park, she likes to chill in the bag. Great view, fabulous protection.




Ezzie has once again proven to be a great warrior. J was sitting at home hanging out with the pups. His dad stopped at home earlier than his usual time and encountered a fierce beast ready to attack! As soon as Rambo saw it was E, she immediately started wiggling her butt and put on her happy face. J loves his Ezziegirl. And she loves him. Welcome to the gun show. That's right, tickets now on sale. Alarm system my arse, we don't need Nothin' butt Aussie.




Tweety knows the name of everyone in our family. Except for mine. I suspect she knows it, but she ignores my very existence. She's oblivious to the fact that I picked her out, I hand fed every day when she was a baby, and I am in charge of her every need nearly sixteen years later. She absolutely despises me. In her mind, she is the head of the flock. She mimics my voice and orders around the members of my family. "J, I said go to bed! Go to bed right now!" And then there's the roll call whenever we return home - each family member, one by one...except for me. She not so secretly wishes for the day I'm omitted from the list. She has mated with E. She will snuggle him and puke up food for him. He's indifferent. Nevertheless, I love her. I'm comforted by the fact that she is a constant - always a greeting (not necessarily for me, but in my voice, so flattering all the same), always observing, always making sure everything is as it should be. She's also not one to easily forget the pack order. W is off to college right now. She still calls out for him. Sad really; I wish there was some way I could make her understand.

When I was pregnant with M, Tweety took residence on the floor of her cage. She built a quasi nest. We started to worry; it looked like she was really sick, or depressed. So, off to Google I went. I probably haven't mentioned this, but I have a masters in Googleosophy. We learned she was actually having a pseudo pregnancy along with me! I discovered that African Greys will actually lay unfertilized eggs in such situations. After I gave birth, she waited a few weeks and then returned to her usual perch. Gotta love her. It would have been really cool to see the unfertilized egg come to fruition, but I guess she's wasn't that committed.