He’s such a serious little guy, especially where Chewy orders are concerned. This box should have been recycled by now but he jumps in every time I think about taking it outside.
So we live with a box in the middle of the floor and he’s happy as a clam because he gets to keep a random box.
If only we all could be so easily pleased!
WordPress has begun giving me a rundown of my own posts from this day in history and it has been a real hoot to look back through the vault. Not everything has held up as some of it doesn’t really matter anymore but some of it is stuff I would still recommend.
Here are a few stories from this day that I thought you might enjoy revisiting.
Hillbilly Hot Dog is a West Virginia landmark and practically an institution at this point. It’s one I’ve those places you have to see to believe. Click here to read about it.
Speaking of institutions, the Wright Brothers are an institution unto themselves. We can argue all we want about whether aviation began in Ohio or North Carolina (it was Ohio, by the way) but Orville Wright chose to preserve his legacy and his brother’s in Dayton. THIS is a cool place to visit.
On the bookstore front, Hudson, Ohio has a delightful local bookstore called The Learned Owl. Hudson is a neat town too so plan to stay for a few hours. Read about the Learned Owl here.
I did some philosophizing about having something to look forward to on this day last year. It still applies.
And back in 2020, amidst the sickness, closures and supply chain issues, I was yearning for another time. Oh, to go back to this old store’s glory days.
Have a great Sunday, friends.
PS – today’s feature image exists solely to show off my house panther. He already knows he’s handsome but I’ll be sure to let him know the internet agrees.
This is the face of an extremely upset little boy. We made an unplanned trip to the vet yesterday because Scout was relapsing from bladder issues he had last month.
The folks at his vet’s office are extremely kind and he seems to like them ok. At least he behaves like a little prince when he’s there. Notice the dagger eyes I get when they leave the room?
For the next two weeks, every morning and every evening he has to take a liquid medication as well as two pills.
And then for another week, he will take just one pill per day.
That’s 35 pills and 28 syringes of medicine I have to get into him.
He recently had to take a different liquid medicine and we perfected that process without any blood shed or lost claws. But pills are next level insanity when dealing with a cat.
He ran when he saw me coming last night and I honestly didn’t blame him. They provided this little plastic thing to shoot pills into his throat but it was not made for the small mouth of a cat and was truly awful for him.
After a couple of failed attempts with that tool, I surrendered and found better success with just prying open his mouth and tossing them down his throat.
Poor guy.
He also has to transition onto some special food, can no longer have treats, and isn’t allowed any people food at all. I am pescatarian but lean toward vegetarian. It looks like I’ll need to transition myself to full on vegetarian at home because he is a persistently persuasive little son-of-a-gun when there’s a piece of salmon involved.
Last night I ate a tuna sandwich on the porch. He could smell it on me when I went back in and I felt like a criminal.
He is no longer shooting daggers from his eyes but is very confused about why I’m such a crappy mom right now.
I’m not sure if it’s for me or for him but …. Send help!
When days are hard, I think it’s fair to remind yourself that your pet thinks you’re pretty great. They really are wonderful little friends.
That’s all for today. Have a great evening!
Life here has been exhausting lately so I really didn’t welcome the time change and the lost hour that came with it this weekend.
Since I was already tired, yesterday was not the ideal time to rearrange my living room. After all, I had been procrastinating this project for some time. It clearly could have waited one more week but I decided that this was the day.
You don’t realize how much is packed into a room until you have to move it all.
But I wasn’t alone! This guy supervised the entire operation. He kept a watchful eye as I pushed a 150 year old steamer trunk that I use as a coffee table and tugged the couch across the room. He wasn’t sure what was happening at first but quickly discovered there was great fun to be had.
In fact, it is possibly that Scout rode on every single piece of furniture and rolled up area rug as they were dragged, pushed and otherwise forced into position.
He weighs seventeen pounds. I didn’t need the extra weight but who can say no to that face?
He’s a good little supervisor.