Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
Sunday morning Sam ate one of Ellie’s pills so we called the ASPCA poison control hotline (1-888-426-4435) and verified he’d be OK. For a few hours he could see through time but mostly he just slept deeply through the afternoon. By dinner time he had perked up and with an appetite in full song he was ready to eat his food and everyone else’s.
Thankfully not as much as an adventure as last year at this time.
I knew the cats would explore the top of the kitchen cabinets but my money was on Boo being the first to reach those heights. Not only was Trixie first, she’s made a repeat visit.
I know they checked for termites, did they check for cats?
I brought one of Ellie’s dog beds over from the rental house to help her get adjusted to the new house. She had to wait a bit to use it. I’ve been rather surprised by how well Sam has adapted to the move, at the moment he and Trixie are snuggled side-by-side on my legs. Ellie just moved to her bed and has joined them in sweet slumber.
Sam from a couple of years ago when I was playing around with a new camera. The old couch was a favorite of the pets but not in good enough shape to make the move to Arizona. I’d like to get something similar (but nicer) for the new house.
He can see into your soul, this one.
Coming from Oregon I have a handful of raincoats I use for different purposes. They’ve mostly been sitting idle since we moved to Arizona although I do stuff one in my backpack if there’s a chance of rain. One morning I took the raincoat out since it was going to be dry all day but I returned to find it had been put to use after all.
Boolie 