I have had the luxury of having the cats to myself when everyone else goes to their appointed places. That is until Joe's vacation in July and subsequent lay off.
|Here are the three with SM|
|you can sorta see Chandler but the other two are ticked off|
|Channy is still uninterested by Ms. Uma I finally looking at the camera|
The dogs are Jameson the rescue pitty from Las Cruces and Ellie Mae Scootles from the Navajo nation. They are best buds and are the best alert and early warning sirens in the neighborhood, excluding the yappy Chihuahuas next door. They are my constant companions wherever I am and I wish I could say they were well behaved but they are spoiled rotten and knows who is in charge and it's not the humans.....it's the cats.
The reason I mention the beasties this time is that I never thought I would ever get away with having this many animals. Sweet Man likes animals but never this many before but ever since the grands and Shelley moved in, he is much more understanding.....either that or at some point he threw up his hands and said "whatever".
Since he has been home looking for a job he has much more interaction with the beasties and the cats have decided he is a cat lover. Or rather he's available for cat loving. It's really funny to see how they make him pay attention to them. I just secretly laugh and watch from afar.
The other night as we were drifting off to sleep he mentioned that he thought maybe he liked cats better than dogs. Hmmmmmmm, animal magic. It musta been all that marking of him that the threesome did. Or they did a feline mind meld. He is putty in their paws.
Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda