3 of a kind

Every day I’m greeted by all the animals when I get home. It’s kind of cute to have them all come over in their own way and welcome me home. Sometimes Daryl half-jokingly rants about how HE’S the one who feeds them and cleans up after them and they all love me best. I didn’t know we were competing, but I’m happy because apparently I’m winning!

All the pets have their own rituals. Baby Kitty is a lap cat. She likes to be on you or next to you most of the time. She loves people and rarely ever hides when guest come over. She’s great around children too. She is our monitor when the water bowl is getting low. If it’s half full, or half empty, depending how you look at it, she lets us know by sitting in front of it until we fill it up to the top. I guess she is the glass is half empty type of cat? One time Daryl had this idea that he was going to train her to use the toilet. He found some crazy web site on the internet that gave instructions as to how to train the cat. The theory is that you move the litter box every few days a little closer to the toilet and then, eventually you place it on the toilet seat. After the cat gets use to using the box on the toilet, you remove the box. Supposably, the cat will use the toilet after that. I thought the whole idea was just gross. After all, who wants to go to use the toilet after the cat? And you just know they won’t flush! The whole thing came to a tragic end when we went on vacation. He was midway in the training process, the box was setting beside the toilet and she hadn’t had a problem with the box moving every other day. Sometime during our trip the water line on the back of the toilet broke. It filled up the litter box with water. Poor Baby Kitty, she was traumatized by the whole incident. She was waiting by the front door when we got home and started meowing at us to let us know what kind of hell she had been through. It took about two weeks to get her going again in the litter box, instead of squatting in one of the house plants.


Cole, our youngest cat, loves to run and play all the time. He is always jumping out from somewhere or hiding under something and grabbing your feet when you walk by. He loves to run at a full sprint from one floor to the next, up and down the stairs. Most often he chooses to do this in the middle of the night. He’s not as friendly when it comes to guests. He tends to hide until they go away. A couple of weeks ago, Cinder and Cole started playing together. They will play for about ten minutes every day. It’s cute watching them, watch the video.

Cinder our dog has really changed since our other dog died last year. She is a lot less hyper than she used to be. She still is a nervous wreck when it’s storming out side, but on a daily bases she has slowed down on her excessive barking. She is a little dog that thinks she’s a pit-bull. If left alone she will go upstairs to the bedroom and look out the windows and bark at everyone and everything that walks down the street. Even if they are 3 block away. It’s annoying! When not barking, her favorite pastime is sleeping. Most dogs get excited when you ask them if they want to go outside or play fetch. Cinder gets excited when you ask if she wants to go to bed. She loves her bed!

It’s kind of nice to have pets around. They always seem happy to have you home. That’s nice.