New month, new logo! This one was created by the wonderful t0rie. Isn’t it adorable?
Thanks, t0rie!!!
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Just to reiterate, for those of you who read yesterday’s entry before I went back and edited it: Those are NOT my Nicholas Sparks books. They’re laying on a shelf in the spud’s bedroom, awaiting a return to my mother, from whom the spud borrowed them. I myself am not a Nicholas Sparks fan – I did read A Walk to Remember, and I think that will suffice me, Nicholas Sparks-wise, for a lifetime.
Not that there’s anything wrong for those of you who like Nicholas Sparks, but I myself do not.
Repeat: NOT MY BOOKS.
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I know I mentioned last week that I’d ordered a couple of different kinds of high-protein cat foods online and was waiting for them to get here, and in the meantime I’ve been feeding the cats
Blue Buffalo Spa Select food. Well, the first bag of food –
TimberWolf Organics Serengeti Herbal Feline Formula Cat Food – got here late last week, and I emptied one of the bowls of Spa Select, so they’d have a bowl of each.
They LOVE the TimberWolf. LOVE IT. They’ve stopped eating the Spa Select altogether, and if the bowl of TimberWolf is low and I fill it up, they all come running to belly up to the bowl.
Also, except for one memorable pile of barf that had a hairball on top of it the day I introduced the TimberWolf to the cats, there hasn’t been any barfing. They all seem happy (they express their happiness by sleeping 23 3/4 hours of the day and racing around like hellcats the other 15 minutes) and healthy, and I have to say, the TimberWolf seems to be a hit.
Yesterday I received the bag of
Orijen Cat I ordered last week – just in time, since the little pigs finished off the bag of TimberWolf – and so far, it’s not a hit. They’re eating it, but they’re not loving it.
Score Board:
TimberWolf: YUM.
Orijen: Eh.
Spa Select: Yum. Ish. If there’s no TimberWolf, they’ll eat it.
(I do intend to give the Wellness so many of you recommended a try, too. We like to offer the cats two different kinds of food to keep them happy.)
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Your Political Profile:
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Overall: 35% Conservative, 65% Liberal
Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal
Personal Responsibility: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal
Fiscal Issues: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal
Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal
Defense and Crime: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal
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No wonder Fred calls me a “damn liberal”.
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Okay, time for advice, from you to me. Fred, the best handyman ever (and mine, all MINE!) finished the stairs from the computer room to outside over the weekend. I love how they look and how solid they are, but I think we need some kind of foliage planted on the sides of the stairs. I want something that will grow big enough to kind of hide the sides of the stoop, something bushy, I guess. I’m thinking of begonias along the lower part – near the stairs – but have no idea what would do well and grow big enough to plant beside the stoop.
Here’s what it looks like:
The amount of sun in that picture is about the most sun that area ever gets.
Got suggestions? I want to hear ’em! Leave me a comment or email me.
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I know that I’ve said in the past that
A Girl Named Zippy is one of my favorite books. Seriously, that is one excellent book; I love it, I’ve read it several times, I’ve listened to it on cd, and it’s one of the few books I’ve read that I’ve actually kept. I highly recommend it.
So I was excited to read another book by Haven Kimmel, this one a novel –
The Solace of Leaving Early – and with great anticipation I started it the night before last.
And sadly, I just didn’t care for it. At all. It bored me.
DAMNIT.
So I don’t recommend that one – but if you haven’t read
A Girl Named Zippy, you oughta.
And speaking of book recommendations, the
Meg Gardiner novels featuring Evan Delaney are really, really good. I stayed up ’til almost 1 in the morning the other night (morning?) finishing
Mission Canyon. It’s a rare author who can actually make my heart pound, but so far in the three Meg Gardiner books I’ve read, I’ve invariably found myself wide awake, heart pounding, reading as fast as I can.
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During one of Mister Boogers’ escape attempts, he ran over to sniff at Maxi. Maxi, as you can see, was quite displeased. (I love the way Mister Boogers’ back foot is kicked up.)
Orange kitties are just the happiest kitties on the face of the earth.
Tommy and Sugarbutt hiding under The Daddy’s bed ’til the movers leave.
Tommy tries to find a way into the boxspring.
That chick just loves to hang out on to of the shade. The better to get snatched up by a hawk, my dear!
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Previously
2006: “Hey little Tom, is yer Daddy home, did he go and leave you all alone, uhn-huhn, I got a bad desaaaaaaaahr, whoa-oh-oh, ahm on fire,” I sang, Elvis-ly.
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: Every time Madonna opens her self-important mouth these days, she just annoys the shit out of me.
2002: Thank god I vacuumed yesterday, so he won’t be eye-to-eye with a thousand rambling dust bunnies composed of cat fur.
2001: Who’s the dumbass now, huh? That’s right, me.
2000: I stood there and watched the bag go by, thinking to myself “How did he get it to keep going like that?” ]]>