My dining room, right this very minute. And probably into tomorrow.
Those jars – marinara. Two kinds – one with a lot of basil and oregano, one with a lot of garlic. The rest of the table? All sorts of stuff, most of it food related. Scratch that – all of it food related.
“See? I can pose with vegetables just as well as that slacker brother of mine can. And I’ve got pumpkins! Take my picture!” Feline sibling rivalry. It’s exhausting.
I was working the latter half of a double when Bill texted me to say that Scratchy’s tube was out. Feeding tube…out. No one took it out, mind you. At least, none of us humans. We were all at work or at school, so somehow…the tube came out. It had been stitched in place where… Continue reading Taking Matters into His Own Paws
Just moments before I took this picture, Scratchy was chewing on the garlic stalks to the right of the above picture. He’s also been chewing on plastic bags and wrappers when the opportunity presents itself. Definitely getting back to his old self.
I made these the other day and if I don’t make them again my family will kick me out.
Well, okay, full disclosure, Julia won’t kick me out. She didn’t like them. But Bill and Alex? Oh yeah.
And they really should be called “Because I need to go to the grocery store” cookies. Why? I was out of several things in the original recipe, so I just subbed this and that and ended up with something unexpectedly fabulous.
*Out of respect for my friends who are easily freaked out by eyes and eyeballs (Hi Beth J, I’m talking to you), I have posted the picture for this post well below the fold and the text.*
Actually, there’s not much text for this post.
Alex came home from playing the other day and I noticed something on his eye.
The kids holler for me any time Scratchy is spotted exhibiting normal, aka pre-Scary Sickness, behavior.
“Mom! Scratchy’s eating!”
“Mom, come quick! Scratchy’s drinking water! Out of his bowl!”
“Mom! I saw Scratchy use the litterbox! He pooped!”
There is no privacy here.
I was making a marmalade the other day…
I had a message on the answering machine this afternoon from Scratchy’s veterinarian – his blood work came back and while he’s not back to normal, his numbers have improved remarkably (the Dr’s word).
I’d had a long day, I was tired, headachy, and verging on weepy-for-no-reason. Then I got that message and suddenly I felt better about things.
That’s Julia’s work. She’s got this hideous blob of silly putty that she’s had for I don’t know how long, and lately I’ve been finding it wrapped around plastic tigers on the small table in the living room, or in a blob on my kitchen work table, or – the other day – right there… Continue reading Spelly Putty
