Bootsy knows how to relax

BOOTSY: Yo, it’s pettin’ time.  Hook me up.⁽¹⁾

ME: No honey, I’m working.

BOOTSY: Ok, cool. Imma roll around in this patch of sunlight for a few minutes. Don’t mind me.

ME: Thanks for understanding.

BOOTSY: No problem. It’s been seconds since I’ve slept; I’m exhausted. I’ll just chill over here for a while.

ME: Awesome.

LESSON: Not all cats are created equal.

Footnotes:

1. “Pettin’ time” is like Hammertime, but without the parachute pants. [↩]

Lydia exploding from her carrier at the shelter

On Wednesday my husband and I visited a shelter run by Toronto Animal Services to look at the kittens available for adoption.

The closest, the South Region centre, was difficult to reach due to blockades set up for the Indy races which were happening that weekend. After circling the centre for close to half an hour, we approached some service people who let us walk across the track, dodging giant beer trucks, trucks with construction and other dubious materials.

We eventually made it of course.

We’d checked online to see what was available, and to me this little kitten looked like the cutest thing ever, and in person she turned out to be even sweeter, climbing on my shoulder, nuzzling and licking my ear. How could I not fall in love? Continue reading »

Jordan reunites with Jude

Miraculously, my sister called and said they’d come home a day early.

Apparently it did nothing in Ottawa but rain for a solid week. Ottawa’s boring in the sunshine, too, but it seemed to be the rain that killed it for them.

Jordan seemed very happy to see Jude again. (In fact, that might even be a smile on his face…!)

I, in turn, was happy to see Jordan take Jude away. I showed him the chunks missing from my bookcase, the split wood, the offending rabbit. Continue reading »