Still Stinky

And why not?

He's getting a bit of a tummy. Not much, and his thyroid mass is still pretty big. But when he's comfy, is he ever comfy! Scared the ever loving heck out of me the other morning, I'm working away, and hear this loud scrabbling coming from a pile of cardboard tubes we tend to hoard. Ol' Stinky is trying to mouse, but the layout isn't helping. Since I had never heard that sound coming from that pile, it was still a surprise to see him coming outta there. I like him much better as a desk ornament.

I am not used to felines anymore. My old JethRoses cat was renowned for popping out of places he shouldn't, and laughing his not-so-little butt off at our gasps of shock/suprise. Cats love to make an entrance. Their fur is entrancing. Scrawnicle cats.

I've been trying to find him a new home, but I admit it's totally not working. There is such a shortage of homeless cats in the world, isn't there. I refuse to take him "there", and so what can I do? I wonder if I can qualify for crazy cat lady of the month, or something. There must be a prize for that, eh?

My dogs are still pretty bored, Blaze moreso than Flip, but I just can't over-load sign shipments with more hair. A cat counts as two dogs, I've discovered.  Even a short-hair. So soft...

ahem. I will return to further horse stories when (and if) the whim strikes. Dog stories too. But for the moment at least, this channel has been taken over by felines. Their world domination plot is apparently working;)

Oh, and his gaseous emissions have diminished, thanks be to more dry food.  He takes his two daily pills whole, with food, no problem. He looooves his food. And his Me.

I have found a way too dark clip of Blaze with her first ice-cube, the funniest thing she ever saw. Just to keep the universe happy.