FancyFeast
This morning, AreToo made sure that I knew that he knew that today - Wednesday - was FancyFeast day. But he had to wait until tonight. Now all their little tummy's are full, and Mom is like this is way better than anything that's going on in the big world... (Barack Obama, you know what I mean!)
posted by Lizzy at 9:56 PM
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Do they lie about afterwards displaying their drum-tight little bellies for admiration and pettings? Obama's speech at ASU a terrific, inspirational, beautiful, articulate and glorious thing. So proud of him, today, and every day.
Today's captcha: pansi - have you any blooming in your beautiful garden?
I haven't taken the time too listen to the ASU speech - I'm assuming it's on the u-tubes - but I do have some yellow pansies in the garden window waiting to go outside - also marigold, petunias and yellow violets! (All from the farmers' market last weekend.) How are you doing? And how is Madu (and the others, of course)?
Oh, joy, yellow pansies and yellow violets! I must sit on my porch high above the garden and look at the flowers from far away.
I R getting better by the day but the pain is still killing. Doctor assures me that is normal (huh!). Still, I can stand on my feet 2 hours at a time, maybe more. I can walk without favouring the Leg. I can bend to tie my shoes, and it's better than it was a year ago, so really, I celebrate the return of function.
Madu, the wretch, has taken to peeing everywhere to express his displeasure with being locked up when the world outside is so beautiful. Half his face (nearly) is bald as an egg and wrinkly and scabby. And he scratches. Horrid little creature. Speaking to him bears no fruit, regrettably. He has suddenly proved unable to understand English. I tried a few other languages, but he waved an elegant paw airily and dismissively, as if to say, "This language of which you speak, hoomin - what is it?" Like that Gary Larson cartoon, what you say and what they hear. Blah blah blah Madu blah blah kibble blah blah NO!
Bandicoot is the most lovable sweet thing and Gojira is out and about as much as she can be and Gustav comes to have his head kissed and Zingiber is afraid of my new laptop embroidery frame. They all send love and whiskery kisses to their little (and not so little) friends at 922 (includes hoomin and Grandhoomin). And your photos keep me sane, looking at the sweet little faces (poor Cloud! AreToo, was that you?) and thinking of Spring! Thank you!
evaout? What means?
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