New Chairs

So we got some new bar chairs and Ozzy thinks they're his.
And apparently this is is also how he likes to sit.

Snowsuit up!

Here's Ellie's snowsuit. She has boots too but she's not sure how she feels about them yet...

I think Ozzy may be jealous of Ellie's new outfit. Or, he may be thinking he's happy he doesn't look ridiculous. You never know with cats.
Speaking of ridiculous. I'm pretty sure Ozzy thought my attempt to be a cat on Halloween was ridiculous as well.

Rest In Peace

**note** the pictures suck because they are taken by a cell phone. I have better ones but they're on another computer.

My bird, Boo died yesterday. I am actually taking it kind of hard. I couldn't sleep and I feel sad that it happened when I wasn't there. He seemed like he was healthy. I had him out the day before and he was whistling and was in a very good mood. I don't know how he died, but I noticed he wasn't whistling when I got home from work and found him at the bottom of the cage unresponsive. It was sudden, which I think is always harder than it is when something is sick and kind of prepares you for the death.

I've had Boo for 8 years. I was 16 years old when I bought him. I had my first job and spent my first entire pay check on him. A whopping $200. It was a lot to me at the time. Leave it to me to buy an animal with my first pay check. I thought he was awesome. He would sit on my shoulder when I was in high school while I did my homework. When I first went to college he would ride on my shoulder the entire 4 hour drive. It's kind of weird to think of that 8 year time period. I graduated high school, went to college in 2 different cities, got married, finished college, and got my first career type job. He was with me during the transition from being a teenager to adulthood. I always thought that he would outlive Ellie & Ozzy because I've heard that some cockatiels live to be 30 years old.

I'm really going to miss him. It's already too quiet in my apartment and I hate that feeling. I'm going to miss him waking me up on Saturday & Sunday mornings with the Andy Griffith song or Yesterday by the Beatles. I'm going to miss him squawk loudly with excitement when I make popcorn (he loved popcorn). Every time I would come home I'd say, "hi Boo" and he would respond by whistling two notes. It's going to be hard not hearing him anymore. But mostly I'm just going to miss HIM. He taught me that birds have personalities, intelligence and feelings.

Now I know this is kind of morbid but I put his body in my freezer so I could wait to bury him at my parents house. Don't worry, he's wrapped up in some cloth and in a plastic bag. I can't just throw the body in the trash. That seems so wrong. He's in the freezer right next to the frozen chicken. I started to think that I wouldn't eat my own bird why would I eat another bird? I don't think I can eat chicken for a while.

Anyway, here is a picture of me and Boo during my last year of college.



Rest in peace, Boo. I love you and am going to miss you.

The Cat Lady?!

OK... so I may have another animal. It isn't official or anything. Let me explain....
So for the past couple of months there has been this cat that is around my apartment. It is super friendly and likes to be petted. I always figured it must belong to someone. However, recently I've noticed it has become super skinny so I started feeding it. Now this is what I refer to as MISTAKE #1. Not that it is really a mistake to feed a hungry animal but it now WAITS for me to come home from work to feed it!!!! Then there is what I refer to as MISTAKE #2..............

I NAMED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Why did I do this??!! Now I feel like I have this responsibility and I don't know what to do.

Anyway the cat's name is now Bagheera. You know, the black panther on the Disney movie The Jungle Book? The cat is completely black and has the prettiest green eyes ever!!! And it's so sweet.

I know that no one really reads this blog but if you do and want a cat please comment below!!!!!! Bagheera needs a home. She's super friendly and sweet. She even gets along with Ellie so I know that she is good with dogs. Please if you want a cat tell me!! I cannot become the "cat lady!" I totally have those tendencies and I'm fighting it with every ounce of resistance that I have. I already have a dog, cat, and bird and cannot have anymore! I do not live on a farm. I live in a 2 bedroom apartment for crying out loud!!

If no one wants Bagheera I will continue to feed her because I cannot have it on my conscience not to. I might even make it a little bed on my porch with a heating blanket for the winter. I can't let it in the house for the sake of the bird. Plus Ozzy is kind of upset about the whole thing.
If I end up getting a house I will take Bagheera with me and officially have another cat. But until then........I am just going to officially FEED the cat not OWN it. I might even take it to the Humane Society but the idea of it make me feel sad.

Big things come in small packages

It's amazing how a little 10 pound creature could bring so much happiness into my life.

A Poem

This morning, I woke up & kissed my Dad's head.
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed.
"The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great."
Then I thought about breakfast, "I hope it's not late."
Mom took me outside, we walked for a while.
This never fails to make Mama smile.
I sniffed of everything, that we did pass, I ate something weird - it gave me gas.
I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true.
He gave me so many great things to chew.
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care.
What I truely like best, is Dad's underwear.
That obedience book, was sort of yummy.
Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy.
I threw up a bit, but that was all right.
When Mom found it later, I was well out of sight.
I made streamers of T.P, while running at full speed.
Mom is pretty quick - but I was still in the lead.
I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past,
She stopped-shook her head, and breathed, "You're too fast."
Mama later phoned Daddy, and said, "it was frightening!"
That afternoon, she was sure I'd pooped lightening.
She'd sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord,
She thought I was mad, but I was just bored.
When Mama had enough, couldn't take anymore,
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door.
I love it inside, but outside is best.
Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest.
That didn't last long, there was too much to do -
Can't quite remember where I hid Daddy's shoe.
I found an old bone, and scratched at a flea,
I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree.
I barked at the kids, when they got off the bus.
I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss.
I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind.
I barked and I barked, till Mom yelled,"Come in!"
The sun dipped in the west - soon Daddy would come!
I sure love my Daddy: We always have fun.
I barked at my Daddy, then turned on my charms,
I woo-wooed,"Hello", then jumped in his arms.
Sitting under the table - it's so hard to wait.
Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate.
I raced through the house, and scattered my toys,
Ricocheted off the furniture, and made lots of noise.
Mom found her purse - the one I abused.
Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked "Amused?"
I cowered down low, I must be in trouble.
Dad said, "Wasn't my boy, it must be his double!"
Mom turned off the TV, and siad, "Time for bed."
Dad said "Let's go boy," and patted my head.
I got in my spot, between Mom and Dad,
I thought 'bout my day and what fun I had.
Mama kicked out my bone from under the covers below.
Then let loose a sigh - a sigh deep and low.
She gave me a kiss, and snuggled me tight,
And whispered so softly, "my darling goodnight."

~Author Unknown

My cat needs to go on a diet.

Look at that belly! He's SO CUTE!


My cat needs to go on a diet. There. I said it. I really do not want to put him through this but I think it's time. We're kind of in denial about it.
You know how it goes....

Friend: "Hey, your cat is kind of fat since the last time I saw him."
Us: "No he's not! He's just a little stocky."
Friend: "Are you sure? I think he's fat."
Us: "Really? No he's not... Is he really?"
Friend: "Yep."

Or you could use a excuse like my lovely grandparents do about their dog: "She's not fat! She just needs a haircut!"
Right...

We saw it coming. Every time he see us he meows and runs to his bowl. It's like he's really saying, "Feed me! Feed me! I love it when you feed me. If you don't then I won't love you" and somehow his expression looks like this I swear it.

How can you say no to that?!?
Well we started to try to trick him and give him a spoonful every hour or so. Ended up being more work for us. So then we started to measure his food out for what a 15 lb cat would need. That's not really working either. So what to do next......??

LOW CALORIE CAT FOOD

Do you think it tastes bad? I feel really bad about it. It's probably worse to let him get obese and get diabetes and joint problems though.

Sigh........

He's going to hate us.

I thought I'd be nice and post a picture of him looking quite slim. It's just a trick of the camera and the way he's laying though.