kind of wordless Wednesday: twinning

Because one was injured while running away from his new home back to his old home miles away and when no one was there he naturally came across the street to visit the neighbors. And because the other one can not stop biting and scratching herself raw.

I give you cones of shame.

This one is super pissed regardless of the fact that the royal blue makes his eyes pop.

And this one imagines if she sits by your side, wagging her tail and smiling at you adoringly you will take this cone off because green is definitely not her color.

adventures in pet sitting

When you regard a mother of five healthy, bright, engaging children, ages ranging from 28 to 13, you might imagine that this person certainly can manage the care and feeding of someone’s beloved fur-baby…

especially a cat, because, it’s a cat.

Cats do what they want, where they want. Your job is to keep the food bowl full, the litter box clean, share your lap and, if they so decide, offer a little bit of affection…not too much though…they’re not needy, pet-me-all-the-time dogs.

This can’t be hard.

Heh!

True, Albert is comfortable enough under The Big Top now to TAKE OVER our bed; but he is also relaxed enough to open doors and possibly turning on the water in the kids’ bathroom and letting it run for at least an hour or more during the night…severe California drought and family circus water conservation efforts be damned. Don’t argue with the whole he has no opposable thumbs thing because he can literally open doors!

Still he seems to be settled. He even let me pet him…once…and he is quite happy to curl up next to me when I am sleeping during the day when I am Vampira, the Night Shift Nurse. Yes, Zelda is curled up on the other side and I am waaay over-heated.

Even Zelda has settled into a playfully antagonistic almost sibling-like relationship with him…or perhaps younger auntie/older nephew relationship which seems awfully familiar as I recall my first born and my youngest sister’s relationship as they grew up. At least Zelda and Albert haven’t drawn blood…yet.

That doesn’t mean that there has not been blood.

Being the nurturing pet-sitter that I am, I gifted Albert with a lovely collar  He wears it well and I can hear him when he stalks me. Zoë warns me that it won’t last.

Of course I don’t listen or ask why.

I’m having fun pet sitting.

Easter Sunday evening came the blood. Albert decided that he had had enough with the fancy blue collar with the bell and tried to take it off getting it stuck partly in his mouth and choking him. Such a bloody mess…and a very angry, scared cat.

Naturally the 24 hour pet hospital is closed because it is Easter Sunday and this is my family and we only do things like this over holidays, vacations and out of town travel.

So Bill and I corral the frightened, angry, choking, bleeding cat, remove the collar and try to clean away the blood to figure out just how badly hurt he is and if he needs to see a vet. After a time, the blood is washed away revealing a cut nose and a lop-sided, swollen mouth…and a very angry cat piercing us with his Zoë warned you angry eyes!

Yes, she did.

This girl. This cat. This girl’s cat. This girl’s cat just might be the death of me. Thank goodness he is okay because he is this girl’s everything. Of course he makes no apology because he is a cat…and an asshole.

No one ever ask me to pet sit.

I’m serious.

adapting

If you are going to live under this Big Top, you got to learn to adapt because it can be a crazy circus.

Zoë’s Albert is doing just that…finally. It helps that he can open doors so that he can pretty much go where ever he desires.

Currently that would be in Daniel’s room, Yeah, that is going over REAL well.

Daniel continues to struggle with work on adapting. Not the first trait that pops into your head when you think about someone living on the Spectrum.

At least he is not alone in adapting to Albert taking up temporary residence here under The Big Top.

I’m betting that Daniel will adapt to Albert opening his bedroom door and chilling in his room under his bed faster than Zelda will adapt to Albert period.

still just like a circus

One would imagine as my circus act is grown and some are out of the house perhaps it would be a little less like like a circus.

Yeah.

No.

Currently we have a house guest for the next month.

Zoë’s Prince Albert. He’s literally the size of a small beagle and he is definitely overwhelmed, a little pissed off and definitely scared as he has been hiding behind the drapes, the washer (how in the world?…) and the toilet in the kids’ bathroom.

Then there is this feathered little pecker.

Now what in world could one of god’s wonderful, little songbirds be doing to be annoying? His song is so so sweet joyfully praising the arrival of Spring…or perhaps trying to get the attention of a female wonderful, little songbird because, it is Spring.

Well, let me tell you what this little pecker is doing…

From the first light of morning, through the late afternoon, he is repeatedly hurtling his little songbird body against my windows…especially THIS window, the window he has CRACKED by repeatedly flying into the window. Do you see the crack on the right side of the window in the above picture? That freaky, little songbird did that!

Google why birds fly into windows or how to prevent birds from flying into windows and you discover that they do this because this particular type of bird sees his reflection in the windows and is trying to scare or fight off the competition from the female he is trying to mate with. So basically he is a horny bird fighting with himself thinking that it is another horny bird trying to steal his girl. Google will also warn you that this is leading to the deaths of birds because they are flying into your windows which of course means that you are the asshole for living in a house with windows which reflect the birds’ images and habitat in the sunlight. Their blood is on YOUR hands! It’s almost as bad as if you were to have a domesticated cat and let them go outside to explore…almost…pretty close. Google is trying to make me feel guilt and shame for having a house…with deadly windows. I would feel shamed except for the fact I have a HUGE CRACK in my window thanks to horny, stupid bird. I won’t lie, I’d let Albert go outside to explore and hopefully get rid of the damn bird if he wasn’t such a scaredy cat right now.

And speaking of cats…

This one…our little 7 pound ball of fur…less than half Albert’s size, Zelda, the Alpha kitty, has way too much on her plate at the moment because Albert the giant scaredy cat, Betty the dumb Australian shepherd who just wants to play and that bird…that bird!!! Her struggle of does she continue to establish her reign as The Alpha Kitty with this guest who is twice her size and the stupid dog that wants to play or does she try to figure out a way to get to the horny bird smashing himself repeatedly in the skylight window 18 feet out of her reach. You can’t imagine the struggle she is dealing with right now!

The struggle is real!

Exhausting too!

So basically Albert is a big scaredy cat, Betty is a ridiculous hot mess, Zelda is a bully and that bird is an asshole.

We just had to have animals in this circus!

photo dump 2-9-15 edition

I may not be writing much lately but I am taking pictures.

There is that at least.

Colds and flu season…sigh!

Bridesmaid gown acquired. Little sister will be pleased.

So apparently Starbucks and Match have joined together to help me meet someone? Um…no one tell my husband?

I might have a problem. Then again, most runners I know have a similar problem…worse even. By the way, I crushed that long run this past weekend and then I ate all the Chicken Alfredo Baked Ziti.

Actually I did save some for the family including Hazel who declared it all to be delicious…except the mushroom.

Meanwhile, not even her favorite, Queen Elsa, could wake up Fallon to come join the family for dinner.

Cavity inducing bedtime moments like these are truly the best.

And this. A Sunday well spent brings a week of content.

I sure do hope so!

Happy Monday y’all!