So let's get to it, shall we?
Not too many of these this last week. It has either been frigid or Petey's tracheitis has been acting up - or both. But this was on the 1.2 mi route, so he was one happy camper smelling everything as if it were his first time out.
Sofa pals 1.
Oh, it looks like there's a stand-off going on, but trust me, there isn't. They are just snotty children who refuse to pose when I ask them.
Sofa Pals 2.
As 710 said after I sent him this pic: Sophie is one fart away from running away.
True that. That boy can toot like no one's business. But it's nice to see her reaching out to him - literally and figuratively.
Buddy and my sister.
As I hinted last week, Buddy's time with my mom is limited. She is just too much for my mother - though I have to say, some of that is my mom's fault for lack of attempting to discipline the kitten.
Buddy knows how to get to the sink and turn on the water. Full blast. She reaches for stuff down in the disposal. But mainly she gets under foot - and that will cause my mother much more harm that it will to the cat.
I was hoping my sister and brother in law would take the cat, but they said 'no'. I tried to say karma payback should be theirs for us taking in Petey when they couldn't keep him. I don't think that helped matters.
Oddly enough, Rescue Village is willing to take Buddy as they have a waiting list for people who want cats. Can you imagine? More demand than supply?
So we got Buddy started out on a good road. I saved her. My mother socialized her. She will be a charming addition to any family. If anyone wants her, she's all vet-checked out and I'm happy to deliver her - within a reasonable distance.