Category: Furry Fridays

I’m not sure any of the pups have actually played with that stuffed basketball I bought for a dollar at the thrift store, but they sure love it as a pillow

I believe I have finally broken Nora:

I know I said I was going to get back to regular blogging now that the new year is upon us. But…this happened:

Every year, I have to debate on a tree or not. The year Trixie came it was absolutely no way there could be a tree (see here). Or the year I had both one year old Willow, and bull-in-a-China-shop Jasper, I managed to have a tree and it survived beautifully.

Last year, with Reggie being a rambunctious kitten, I opted out of a tree, actually most decorations. But this year, I really wanted a real tree. Every few years, I opt for a tabletop tree instead of my cute candlestick fake tree.

I decided, despite the challenges, I wanted one this year. Found a really nice one and crossed my fingers it would all work out.

Costco rotisserie chicken has ruined Reggie (well, all the cats, really, they love it). I seldom grab one, but the last one I had, Reggie turned himself inside-out every time I opened the refrigerator door.  That has continued, even though there is rarely anything for him. It’s gotten to the point that, in order to get him out from under my feet, I have to pick him up and show him there is nothing on the counter for him. He then hops off in a huff.