Tea Time

 "Lynn, you can have the blueberry pancakes and the hot tea. 

Give me the scrambled eggs, please."

Just us girls one mid morning having a quiet time.

"I like eggs sometimes. And this is one

of those times."

"I stayed up all morning long hoping I'd

get some more food.  And I did!"

I figured Precious was deserving of a bit of

warm egg as she did not go directly to sleep

at 6:30 in the morn, as usual.

She kept me company and we played chase the

jingle ball.  Then she sacked out for just a rest

on my jacket I placed on the floor for her.

My pancakes were tasty and I did get most of the

egg.

Some of our furry friends and their humans will 

be celebrating Passover this coming week.

May it be a blessed one.

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Cat foods and prices

 "Lynn, please do not cut off my supply of meals!  I know I am

an expensive kitty to feed."

Not to worry Precious. I will continue to buy your

brand of crunchies.  However, I was going to tell 

folks about the price.  I am sure they are going 

through the exact thing as us.

I started Precious on Purina One dry food in

January of 2020.  It has helped her drop 2 pounds and 

as of now, keep it off.  So I don't want to change a thing.

When I started it, it was so much less expensive than

the many different levels of prescription cat food 

we had to try and fail on weight loss.  It was only $7.00

for a 3 pound bag instead of $15.  

Then covid and pandemic and the lack of cat food. 

It has been hard to find some times, but I keep at least

3 if not 4 bags in reserve. 

The price has slowly gone up to $11 one month ago.

It is now $13 this week at the grocery.

I can only guess how the prescription food has gone up.

And when I was at the grocery, I found this new cat food.

"Lynn, isn't this the woman who used to croon tunes and 

married the wacky Garth Brooks?   She knows how

to cook cat food now?"

I guess so Precious.  And no, you do not get to try the

stuff out, no matter the price.  You know canned food,

even if it is in an "apple juice" style box, it is still 

soft and messes with your innards.

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Time Change or no Change

"Everyone fur time changes, raise your paw.  Lynn and I are

agin them fur a few reasons."

"One reason is Lynn is a nut about "time". She

always has to know what time it is and she must

always get up at the same time, 5:15."

"Now, fur me.  This newest change meant Lynn got up at

the old 4:15 AM and I was still asleep in our recliner.

So she POKES me with her finger to wake me up!  Now

mind you, I do like my breakfast but not the poking."

Now, Precious, please let me explain so folks and kitties

do not thing I am being hurtful to you.

I have to walk down the dark hall into the dark

kitchen and get the jar of crunchies out of the cabinet in the dark.

When you are not circling my ankles, and remember you

too are dark, I have to feel around for you.  In this case,

I poked around on the chair and there you were, asleep!

"Then there is the loss of one hour of sleep in the Spring,

and in the Fall, the extra hour means I have to wait

longer fur breakfast!  Someone stop the clock!"

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Yogurt Monster

 "Lynn, hurry up with the yummy stinky yogurt."

This has been going on since sometime

this past year. Months and months.

I do not eat the stuff, and now the man who

rubs her belly in the morns, no longer has

a want or a need.

So I have created a morning monster. This girl

only eats one scant measuring teaspoon of the 

stinking stuff. However, she demands it as soon

as she has had 1/2 of her crunchies and her must

have belly rub.

"I think this says it all, Lynn."

"That's not me, Lynn.  I wished and I ate.

The way of a good kitty."

Yep, Precious you are a true "clean plater"

as my mother always reminded me to be.

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Prairie Dog Story

 "I look at these prairie doggies ev-furry time I am in the bed room.

Lynn says they are now so old, they break the world record fur life time expectancy.  Don't know what that means."

I thought I'd share a prairie dog story.

Precious and I received a singing Christmas e-card

from the marvelous Marv and his entire family of fur

and humans.  It was Prairie dogs singing Jingle Bells.

Precious is still watching them do this.

But my prairie dogs where a strange gift from a

friend decades ago.  They have always sat under

this small lamp table.

When Angel Seney was with me, she just loved to

curl herself  into a giant C wrapped around the

prairie dogs for hours a day every day.

After she left me, I could never remove the little dogs

no matter what.

"I am a cat, I would not be that fur-eindly with these little

doggies.  I'd chase 'em and then you don't want to know

any more than that."

March is coming in like a lamb and the prediction

is it will go out like a lion.  In between it will just

be February all over again, 'peat and and repeat.

I understand the UK has a lack of fresh produce

right now.  That's not good or healthy. Hope it ends sooner

than later.

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