My cats

I have three old cats.  They are all 16 years old.  No muscle mass left.  Almost no teeth.  Yet they still want kibble.  So I give them kibble along with the wet food.  I held Van down and cut his toe nails.  One had gotten too long and bled when I cut it.  He ran away mad and hid.  I let him go until the next morning.  When I got up and after taking care of the dogs, I put food out for the cats.  Picasso and Spats came to eat.  No Van.  So I started looking for him.  Being 16, I never know if I will find him alive or not.  I spent over 2 hours looking for him.  Couldn't find him. So I gave up and decided I would tear the house apart when I got off work and find him.  I was in my bathroom brushing my teeth when I heard the door under one of the sinks. close.  I looked quickly but did not see him.  However, when I went to check the food, he was there.  He may be old, but he is still just as sneaky as always. 

Not yet fall

We are still in the melting stage of the weather.  Yesterday the heat index was 105.  I came home from work and let the little guys and Missy out back.  It took them about 2 minutes to be back at the door demanding to be let back inside in the air conditioning.  Next up is Honey.  She is in her crate barking for all she is worth and that bark feels like an ice pick going through your eardrums.  Ok, so I let the little guys and Missy back inside and almost get run down as they charged in.  I open Honey's crate.  She bounces out, whips around the island in the kitchen, barking the whole time.  I open the back door, she tears toward it and comes to a sudden stop when she feels the heat.  She whirls and charges back to her crate.  She wants no part of that heat.  I literally have to pull her out of her crate and shove her outside.  And it took her less than 2 minutes.  So, all of mine are spoiled to air conditioning.  And Honey does not like rain either.  They are so much fun.