When my sister was here, she was worried about Big Meowie, aka Kronos. After all, she is the one who discovered this magnificent gentle animal. I went to get him because she had two dogs who wouldn't appreciate a meowie hanging around their territory.
Big Meowie had become much too thin during my absence. So she suggested a senior cat feeding regime. Well, its working. I can't tell too much on the human scales, but he is getting much more hefty when I lift him. The other cats carry on when he gets his special feeding, so I let them lick the cans. They carry on something terrible when I pull the can out, but seem content to lick the leavings, I guess cats don't measure how much the other is getting. Anyway, he's gaining!
Will celebrate my youngest's 32nd birthday tonight (no, not that old, no, no, noooooooooooooooo) and I need to find the wrapping paper and get a cake picked up. Half my day is gone because I ran the boy to school and then talked to my mother forever on the phone. I am wanting to paint in the worst way! The hibiscus has seen some changes and I know exactly how to finish it - won't take long, getting to it is the problem.
The boy's dad bought over a dog which is supposed to be the boy's but I can tell it has bonded with the dad. It is a very civilized dog except for peeing on my palm tree. Boy's dad told me on the phone dog was a chi-wa-wa - yes, I can't spell, nor do I have a dictionary around nor the time right now to look up on computer - that really sounds like I came from the hills somewhere I know - or a greyhound. I'm thinking, hmmm - there is quite a bit of difference. Anyway it turned out to be an older beagle who is an absolute dear. House broken, mellow around cats, a connoisseur who wants nothing to do with cat food (or dog food) - he wants people food, and puh-leeze make it something besides hot dogs. Perhaps a roast with potatoes, carrots, and pumpkin for dessert.