This is Dusty at the front door.
This is Rusty at the front door.
We think they were probably being harassed by Smokey or Sylvester in the garage, so they came up on the front walk. They act like they want to come in, but when we open the door they won’t. I have tried to get them to come in before, but the only one who ever actually came in was Dusty. He came in, went downstairs into the basement, and then came back up and went back outside. It’s kind of sad!
We took Smokey to have his summer cut on Wednesday. His fur was matted and every time he came in he brought trash with him. This is Smokey before.
There’s a piece of grass or pine straw on his coat right in front of his nose.
Mark took him in for his cut. Mark has always said Smokey should have a deep, raspy voice like he spent too much time in a bar, but he doesn’t. Mark said he mewed like a pitiful little kitten on the way.
This is Smokey with his new summer cut.
This is his best side. He has a terrible pink scar on his right side. I think we have shown it in an earlier blog post. We think it’s where Zoe bit him.
You can’t see his pot belly here. He has some strange masses in his stomach that seem to make it worse than you might expect. The vet doesn’t think they’re anything to worry about. He’s had them for several years at least.
This is my mother’s Christmas cactus. I inherited it when she died in 2008. It always bloomed at Christmas.
Since I’ve had it it begins blooming around Thanksgiving through Christmas. But this year it bloomed through Christmas and then stated blooming again. Maybe it’s my mother’s spirit if you believe. It never bloomed for my mother.
I have always loved begonias. They are so pretty to me. I’ve had this one a year or two. I love to watch them die back in the winter and then begin growing in the spring.
Open wide and say, “Aaaaaaah.”
We had Zoe up on the countertop to put his eye drops in. He must have been sleepy because he yawned so wide we thought his head was going to split.
It must be summertime, because Zoe got his summer cut on Wednesday. This is how he looked before.
Zoe’s impression of a throw pillow
This is him after the cut.
You can’t see it in the picture, but his coat has grooves that make him look like an unfinished marble statue. You also can’t see it in the picture but he has a big pink belly that rolls out on the floor when he lies down. We’re going to have to put on a treadmill and cut back on the beer.
It’s supposed to get a little cooler next week. At least the ends of his legs and the tip of his tail will be warm.