"Wasn't me!"

"Don't know what you're talking about, Mom!
There's no white fur hanging from my mouth!"

"Nope, I didn't take a bite outta Angel!
Oh...that...well, you haven't swept in a day...I got it from the floor!
Yeah, that's it...not Angel's fur, nope..."

P.S. Chuck has not really recovered from his last vet trip.  The things he stopped doing; mostly litterbox items, have resurfaced.  The Hubby and I hope Chuck will settle down again, but unfortunately yesterday he had a run in with the fabric I used to cover Patty and Sweetie's traps during their visit for dental exams, and he now crouches in the corners as if expecting visitor cats to appear!  I've secured everything now, but we've got to get Chuck to feel comfortable again.  He's just so very sensitive!  I've tried diffusers purchased at the box stores in the past, with little success.  If anyone has suggestions, please comment.  Are Jackson Galaxy's herbal remedies, or Bach Flower Essences helpful?  Thanks!  Otherwise, I'm thinking a script for Xanax or Zoloft may be our next step, poor baby.  For the cat, not for me...but then again....?!?

Patty O'Malley: Clown Cat

Who cares about gravity?

Photo-bombing Sweetie

Looking gorgeous

Sun worshiper

Snow Cat O'Malley

The Many Silly Faces of Patty O'Malley

No wonder why I love this kitty!

When I get home...

I am the primary cat food distributor in the house.  The Hubby subs for me if I'm out late at work, or when I take my annual girls-only long weekends in the summer.  Therefore, when I step in the front door after work, this is Angel and Chuck's cue to start dancing for their dinner.

During the recent Thanksgiving holiday, I was home four days in a row.  With shopping and visiting family, I was in and out of the house quite a bit. However, even when I arrived home at 2:30 pm, the cats went into their begging mode, as if it was dinner time!  They kept at it for as long as it took for me to cave in and feed 'em.  Then, of course, they were hungry before bedtime, and tried for more food then.  I ended up dishing out venison and green pea so many times, that the kitchen sink filled up with used, empty bowls, and thats when The Hubby started to yowl too!

Being back to the usual work schedule has put an end to this dance.  And did I mention that Chuck won't eat all of his meal, until I put sprinkles on it? "Sprinkles" is our word for nutritional yeast, which is powdery, flaky stuff, Parmesan cheese-like.  I've been mixing it into the 'o' cat's food, and learned that it was a great way to encourage Chuck to eat when he was off his feed while sick.  Now, he'll eat about 1/3 of his meal, then step away until I 'sprinkle' the bowl with a pinch of yeast.  Angel makes a sweet 'meow' as I sprinkle her food too.  Do these two (or is it really four?) cats have me wrapped around their paws or what!?!

Feed me, Mama!