April 5th was my 11th birthday. Moder gave me what she ALWAYS gives me: a half a can of wet food. Since I am a cat, I don’t really have a range of different tastes although I do love ocean food. Those are my favorite and Moder gives me rations. She also bought some honey ham. Whenever I smell her opening up the package, it doesn’t matter where I am in the house, I’ll come running. She gives me little pieces but not too much. It’s human food, after all!
Not bad for being born in 2003!
As I sit here in the living room, I look up at my Moder who is again on the computer. I can hear a baby whimpering in the confines of this apartment. Why is my Uder Moder always holding something? Or someone??
Seriously??????
Shaddow likes to hum along to the words. Because he is feeling sad too. 😦
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Beautiful cat!
Julie was on bad behavior part of the day, as he felt he was being deprived of being outside. I’m used to him complaining and dashing to the door. The problem was that if he crossed paths with a kitten, he would hiss or swat at it…most often Rhea.
It would have been safer for her to spend that time up here instead of near the door Julie wanted to go out through.
Davout continues to look better with the eyedrops. I’m trying to make it so that eyedrop time is more pleasant so it won’t be as hard to catch him for application.
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My Moder and Uder Moder came home from going out to dinner with some friends. I liked my peace and quiet at home but I was very happy to see them.
Something is going on in this house and I am starting to wonder…a new scent of baby clothes and different bags from different stores are being set in my Uder Moder’s room. Still….I hope I don’t get left out.
Moder or my Uder Moder wouldn’t let that happen.
It is what it is!!!
Dogs might be “man’s best friend”, but cats will stick by our sides til the end.
Today a coworker stepped into my office to invite me to a function celebrating World Animal Day. She handed me a flyer showing photographs of native wildlife, house pets, and exotic animals. I told her that might be fun and I laid the flyer on my desk.
“Hey, do you have any pets?” she asked.
“No, I don’t.” I answered.
I live alone in a third floor condo. Between work days and weekend travel, any pet I owned would spend most of its time alone. Unfair, I think. Before I could explain that to her, she had a question.
“You don’t like animals?” she asked, in apparent disgust.
I tried to respond, but she interrupted.
“Your parents never let you have pets.” she assumed, and rolled her eyes.
Again I tried to respond, but she had another question.
“You never even had a hamster?” she asked as she appeared…
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Reflections of a Shaddow 