The dead couch

I guess I will reupholster my couch in 14 ounce denim.  That should stand up to Missy.  I had intended to just wait until she was gone, but with her being in excellent health, I think I need to get busy this weekend.  I have been thinking about doing some easy chairs in denim. It wears great.  So I'll haul out my tools and get after it.  On a scary note, whether you believe in climate change or not, seeing spring wildflowers bloom in November is a little freaky.  And some of the shrubs that don't bloom until March or April are now in full bloom.  Yeah, this is freaky.  And our trees have not lost their leaves yet.  They are still green. 

Take a look at this

Here is my couch, compliments of Missy.

This is what is left of my leather couch. It was a beautiful  green.  However, one night when we had a thunderstorm and she was scared.  She could hear the thunder, but could not see anything.  So she dug a hole in my couch and then proceeded to eat it. 

And this is what is left of Honey's $90 bed.  This is the second one she destroyed.  It took her about two weeks before she decided to destroy this one.  And it took her about 20 minutes to do the job. 

And this is all that is left of her most recent bed.  We will be doing fleece blankets now. 

Duncan's bedtime.

Every night at 7pm, no matter what I am doing, Duncan comes up and stands up on my leg, whining and scratching for all  he is worth.  It is his bedtime and he wants to be put in the big bed.

So on the big bed he goes and he is there when I get ready for bed.  On my pillow.  I have actually slept crosswise on the bed because he would have one pillow and Jock would have the other one and Picasso would be on the foot of the bed.  Love my furrbabies.

Sadness

I'm really missing Spats tonight.  He would follow me around meowing for more food.  He loved to eat dog food so when I fed the dogs, I had to keep him from getting into their food.  He did love Friskies canned food.  He had his favorites.  I tried to get him the expensive ones such as Wellness, Blue Buffalo, even Royal Canin.  Nope.  He would not eat them and forget getting the other cats to eat them.  And it is too quiet without him.  He kept things hopping.  RIP Spats.  You are missed.

Spats

This is my Spats when he was about 7 months old.  He and his brothers destroyed this Christmas tree, but they had a ball doing it.  I lost him today.  I took him in to the Doc because last night he stopped climbing on my lap and he didn't sleep on my pillow.  He would try to eat and couldn't.  He has lost all muscle mass.  But he still purred when I picked him up.  But I knew it was time to let go, so I did.  I will miss him.  He was 17 years old and had been with me from birth.  RIP Spats. 

Missy

I took Missy in to see the doc today.  I was convinced I needed to have her put down.  Doc checked her out and said that my 17 year old dog was one of the healthiest mature dogs he had seen.  Her heart was fine, lungs were clear, no abnormalities in her stomach.  So my 17 year old dog is still going strong. Amazing.