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We've gone to the animals...

Ahhhh. The pool was lovely this morning and my favorite teacher was there to work us into a sweat. I've missed her. My house is clean (((GASP!)), ok the downstairs is clean. The rest? Not so much. I will be getting to that shortly. In the meantime, here are some pictures for you to ponder.

Here is Bobo (aka Uncle Daddy) with his son/nephew, Twitchy. They used to pee on the couches whenever I put the slipcovers on. For some reason they've given it a pass this time. I don't know why, but I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Or rather, a non-peeing cat in the the whatever.

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On the other end of the couch from them are their nephews/cousins/half brothers. It's complicated.

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On the other couch across from them in the family room, is our dog Cassie. Oooh, it's a dogs life, lemme tell ya.

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You may wonder why there is no picture of our other cat, She Who Procreates. Well, I'm taking her into the vet at 2:40 this afternoon, barring unforseen episodes of fright. This is the first step in the process of making her She Who Cannot EVER Reproduce Again. Wish me luck. The last time we tried to do this my husband chipped his tooth.


  1. It's nice to have a place where you can come and read about cat pee.

  2. I say that one should always go with their strengths. Plus, it's good to find your own niche market.

    Apparently I've discovered mine.

  3. i thought inbreeding only happened in the south....
    good luck with kitty.
    bruiser screams bloody murder whenever i hold her and go NEAR the front door.

  4. Poor Bruiser. She's traumitzed.

    We got the momma to the vet for her shots and exam. Friday morning I will take her in for her surgery.

  5. Way to go Pammy! I spay and neuter all my babies. The girl kitties don't seem to mind but every once in a while I get dirty looks from the boys. ;-).

  6. So what is it about slipcovers? Wrong color? Our kitties have all been spayed or neutered over the years, but we did have a couple that gave us some trouble.

    But on the plus side it cured my husband of any nostalgia from the kitten days of his youth. He is now on board with the if we want a kitten we'll go get a kitten. Not get multiples from scratch...I think it was making him clean up the afterbirth from the last batch in the closet that did it...too much information?

  7. I have to laugh. Our cats have never peed on the furniture - well the part you sit on. It's always been around the edges, or on papers you don't want to throw away, or on boxes that company is going to see....
    Then my daughter moved back home with her own trio (sigh) and they proceeded to pee and poop all over the basement. We've threatened to toss them outside as soon as the cold ends. ARGH. She has finally kept up with the litter box, but we are thinking it's the least we can do to help get the mom cat fixed...she's way too prolific.


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