|Angle and Chuck, wrestling as kittens|
My family gathered together twice over the weekend: to celebrate my mother's 85th birthday on Friday, and a holiday meal on Sunday afternoon. I was presented with the news article pictured below, by my brother who found it in his local newspaper. Read it and see if you can figure out what the heck happened...I surely cannot!
|"Man say he was attacked by cats, robbed"|
|Now hanging at my office desk|
My brother also gifted me with this purple cat on a string; he said it came in a cereal box! I'm guessing that it's from "The Secret Life Of Pets" movie.
|Sorry, N! You got cut off...Aunt Vicky|
is still working on her cell phone photo-taking skills
Lucky for me, my niece helped me with my iPhone and Snapchat. I can tell that I am going to have some fun with this!
As for Chucky, he's really up and down. He is good one day, not so good the next. We can tell when he's not feeling well, but we don't know when he's going to 'download', and it is NOT always in the litterbox. Between hard poops and diarrhea, he's been drinking lots of water and not eating so much food. My first inclination is to rush to the vet's office, but The Hubby has laid a restraining hand on my arm, telling me to slow down and give it a few days. If Chuck simply ate too much catgrass, then once it's through his system, he'll be okay. In fact, all of the cats stopped eating their usual meal portions in recent days. Maybe it's due to the warmer temps? One day at a time, one meal at a time.
|Chucky napping, with one ear escaping the box|