The hunt

My three cats, all brothers, are 16.  Spats is so skinny and eats all the time.  He is healthy.  Just lost muscle mass with age.  Picasso is the lazy one.  He will ask for affection if he does not have to get out of his basket on the sofa table.  You walk by and he demands petting.  Van, well I worry about Van all the time.  Sometimes I think he is ready to go, then he fools me and struts across the house and looks so chipper.  So since they are all old, every morning I do a head count.  I hunt all of them up to make sure they are all still with me.  Spats does not need to be found.  He is always on top of me in the morning and follows me around demanding food.  Picasso is in his basket.  Van  has hiding places and sometime I have trouble finding him.  That was this morning.  I fed the dogs and put them out.  I started mixing the wet cat food with chicken broth and I'm worrying about Van.  I had not found him yet. Then I carried the wet cat food to the sun room and there was Van strutting across the room.  I still don't know where he was hiding.

Great halters.

I just found this great harness.  You can put ice packs inside it to keep your dog cool.  You can also freeze this to keep the dog cool.  I found it at dogs.com.I will be ordering one for Honey. Don't remember the price, but it was comparative with other halters.  So, www.dogs.com. I wish I could have found one of these when my Max was alive.  He hated to go out in the heat.  He was a German Shepherd and the sweetist, most gentle fellow.  He was my best friend.

My fur babies

It's been raining for two weeks.  Honey has not been able to get out in the back yard and run off her energy.  She hates rain and hates to get wet.  So this is how she is entertaining herself.  She is destroying her pillow.  Actually, she totally destroyed it.  It took her 2 days but only because I kept stopping her when I would hear her ripping it up.  Now she is sleeping on fleece blankets.  That $80 beautiful pillow is nothing but a few pieces of canvas.  But she had fun. 

Baby, my son's 100 pound pit bull came over on Sunday for a play date, which he does every Sunday.  I am still cleaning mud off my white cabinets in the kitchen.  Oh, but it was fun for them.  And the best part for Baby is the ride home.  He sits in the back seat between my grandchildren.  Sunday when they were getting ready to drive off, my granddaughter was getting her face washed by Baby.  They love him as much as he loves them.  And the upside, when Baby comes to play, it wears Honey out and she will sleep soundly all night and most of Monday. 

My caregivers

I have had some health problems recently and I have had some good caregivers.  Duncan and Jock have loved it.  They love that I go to bed around 7pm.  They love that I am home more.  I can't sit down in the living room without Duncan and Spats in my lap, Jock on the footstool at my feet, Missy on my mutilated couch, Picasso and van draped around my neck.  Honey cannot be still long enough to be anywhere for more than 5 minutes.  Honey looks forward to Sundays.  Baby (he now weights in at 100 pounds to her 45 pounds)comes for a play date.  They wear themselves out, trash my kitchen and dining room.  Baby, when he drinks, has water all over the floor.  Honey is so dainty. Never a drop of water on the floor.  Never a piece of food on the floor.  It is amazing how dainty she can be.  And if I had her energy and could bottle it and sell it, I would be rich.  She can go and go and go.  And like Daisy, she just knows that that squirrel will just jump down into her mouth.  She would not know what to do with it, but she still thinks it will just drop down into her mouth.

My cats are now 16. I am constantly trying new foods.  They are doing ok, but of course they have lost muscle mass and only eat wet food now.  My 4 footed roommates make life worth living.  Without them, it would be miserable.