The Rumble

It's been a while since I posted on this. I've had a lot going on, most spectacularly the arrival of Robbie. He's so adorable. He seems to be fitting in, maybe not like peas and carrots, but, I mean, realistically, it's family. You don't get a long with your family that well all the time.

His biggest issue is that he growls at everyone. So far, no one's been bitten, well, he put his mouth on Nikki, but he didn't close it, so it's technically not a bite. He does leave Chancey alone. I guess he figures she's his sister, these others are adopted siblings--she "darkened the same hole," to use one of my mom's terms.

Until yesterday. I was sitting in my stitching chair--the computer chair as well--and Chance came strolling up to me. Of course, I'm her Mummy. Well, Master Robin didn't like it. He jumped at her. I, of course, yell, "Stop that!" And he whips around with his, But I was protecting YOU, Mummy. Chance handled it well, she looked at him with this, "Excuse me, what in the H&ll do you think you're doing?" look. And rolled her eyes. Because, you see, Robin had committed the cardinal sin of this house. When my animals want to insult each other, we say they tell each other, "I will bite you in yous face." It's the ultimate slam and one they don't take lightly. And he jumped right at her face. So I knew it was gonna be bad.

She didn't do anything else, so I figured it was percolating in her.

Fast forward to last night. I come home, after my floss expedition, to Robin's, "I so glad you home," booty shaking, grinning, jumping welcome. Chance just hangs back. So I give her her pat--and I do worry that she isn't getting enough attention, so I make sure I make over her. And I go to walk out of the room. I see her, in the corner of my eye, jump on the sofa, right in front of her brother, sprawl across it and start barking at him. I can only imagine the conversation went like:

"About this morning, you do not jump in mys face. I have been here longer, I weigh more than you, this is my house, this is my sofa, these is mys cats. I let you bark at strangers, I let you bark at mys Unca Luke (my brother), I even let you growl at mys best friend in the whole world, Nikki. I is not gonna let you take over and keep me from my Mummy, and then jump in mys face like you owns her. I put my time in with her, Mister. I will see her when Is want to, and you can nots say a damn thing. So NO MORE JUMPING> Does I makes myself clear. " It was hysterical, because Chancey is just not the vocally demonstrative one.

And he's been better today. Little growling, but she looked at him, and it stopped.

Could you resist this face?

I took this od Chance on Sunday. I think she is absolutely darling. And this showcases her feet. I am passionately in love with Schipperke feet. SO dainty. Anyway, she was sitting on her chair, worried that I would be replacing her with Robin in my affections. I guess she doesn't understand, my heart expands to love them both. I did get some advice from Shirley on how to introduce them to each other. That should help.

Rent a Pet--I Can Pay My Income Tax Bill!

There was something on TV about people renting pets. I think that is such a silly idea, why would you rent someone else's pet? Why would you pay money to walk a dog, play with a dog, listen to the cats yowl and watch them wrassle? Unless you were using it to meet members of the opposite sex. I will admit, I will use Nikki to try to attract men, because Nikki is a kick-ass looking dog. Chancey is too small and poofy, and most men do not like cats. But I don't think this is the whole point of this pet rental. I think it's just to rent pets, like a pet livery stable. And while this would be a good idea to potentially get animals out of the pound, I keep thinking about how you wouldn't be able to control who was getting your pet, and what they were doing. And what if they didn't return them. It's not like a car, you can't keep the deposit and get another one.

But then again, if I rented them out, that would probably help pay my income tax bill.

A Brand New Blog for my animals

OK, I have been having so much fun with my cross stitch blog, I decided that it's time to give my pets their own blog. I know, crazy, right?

Let me just explain. A few months ago, a boy I dated in high school read my profile on Reunion.com and thought it was rather intense that I lived with 4 cats and two dogs. I've been thinking about that since then. It seems odd to me that people see living with them as intense, it's just natural to me. I've never not had them, and they are such a joy.

I intend this to be the story of my furbabies: Lilybet, the queen of the house, the oldest, who was my first adult kitten experience; Gus, her orange tabby brother, named after a character in Cats; Felix Anne, our tiny guy, who is my survivor kitty; and the dogs, Wyndsong's Chanson de Nuit, or Chancey, my lovely Schipperke, and Nikki, my brother's border collie/rottweiler mix, our pound puppy. We lost our Grampy a month ago, but are trying to add Chancey's brother, Robin, to the brood.

I hope that, by telling their stories, you will see how beautifully meshed their personalities are. And that the heart is not limited in its capability to love.