Happy Friday! It’s been a week of celebrations here. First, we marked our 4th Blogoversary on Monday. And then on Wednesday, we celebrated Harley’s 2nd Gotcha Day! Obviously, we had massive parties to celebrate both occasions.
Here’s what the cats were up to this week!
Mama: Dexter, are you going to get up and do anything today?
Dexter: Does it look like it?
Mama: Sophie, what about you?
Woodrow: Help, Mama. Can’t move, starving…
Mama: Oh really? After you gorged yourself on Harley’s special diet food yesterday? Twice!!
Woodrow: It was DIET food, Mama! So I’m still hungry.
Mama: That’s not what special diet means.
Woodrow: I’m fading fast, Mama. Quick, get me a snack!
Yesterday, I opened a new bag of Harley’s prescription renal diet food, sealed it up and put it in the cupboard under another container of food. A few minutes later, I hear some noise downstairs. I go to the kitchen and Woodrow is inside the cupboard chowing down. He had opened the cupboard, knocked off the heavy container of food and chewed through the sealed bag. Sophie was sitting behind him, politely waiting her turn. Okay, my mistake. I put the food into some tupperware and put it up high in the pantry. Later, Ross and I come home from dinner and our senior dog doesn’t greet us at the door. I immediately worry that something is wrong with him. We find him in the pantry finishing off a sample bag of Harley’s food that Woodrow took from the same cupboard and chewed through, then spread the contents throughout the kitchen, sharing with all who cared to partake. Btw, Cat Grandpa’s comment after watching the cats last week while we were away – and I quote – “Woodrow is a little piggy.” So true, so true. 😹
Olive: Let’s go night-night, Mama.
Mama: It’s a little early.
Olive: Two words, Mama. Beauty sleep.
Mama: You’re already beautiful.
Olive: I meant for you.
Olive: Just kidding.
Mama: Are you?
Mama: Good enough.
Sophie: I’m bored, Mama.
Mama: Go get a toy.
Sophie: I’m also lazy.
Hide and Seek (Woodrow-style)
Mama: What are you doing in the closet?
Woodrow: We’re playing hide and seek, Mama!
Mama: Did you forget to tell me we’re playing again?
Mama: How long have you been hiding?
Woodrow: Not long. ∗whispering∗ Maybe like 5 hours.
Happy Gotcha Day!
Mama: Harley, guess what today is!
Mama: Right, but what else?
Harley: January 22nd.
Mama: Right, and…?
Harley: I don’t know.
Mama: It’s your 2nd Gotcha Day!
Harley: Wha?!? Where’s the party? Where’s my cake? Where’s my present?
Mama: Uh, how about a hug?
Harley: I’m pretty sure the 2nd Gotcha Day present is tuna, not hugs.
Mama: Are you asking for a tummy rub?
Dexter: Does it look like it?
Mama: I’m not sure. That’s why I’m asking.
Dexter: I’m not sure either. I have no control over my tummy.
Mama: So, proceed with caution?
Dexter: Yes, the tummy will decide once activated.
Olive is our only cat who LOVES tummy rubs. Sophie and Woodrow allow tummy rubs, but Olive asks for them. Harley is a big nope. Dexter is pretty much as described above, it depends on his mood. Does your cat like tummy rubs?
Bonus Friday Photo
Another Sophie/Dexter cuddle shot. Sophie says cuddling is so tiring.
Have a wonderful weekend!