Jungle Book

I briefly considered titling this post Animal Farm after George Orwell's brilliant book which I read in ninth grade.  I also considered Animal House, the Seventies film about fraternity parties starring the late John Belushi.  Alas, I settled on the more family-friendly Jungle Book.

What else?  On Thursday morning, I went to Deer Creek Animal Hospital to get Ebenezer's claws trimmed.  In the waiting room, I met an older woman who fit the Crazy Cat Lady stereotype.  This dear lady, whose clothes were a bit worse for wear, has four indoor cats and eight outdoor cats, whom she feeds and has had neutered/spayed.  And you thought I was over the top . . .

In the time it took for me to retrieve a baby quilt from my hall closet,

 Ebenezer gnawed a hole in the bag of kitty kibble I stowed there.

Seriously, you eat chopped carrots for supper?

My mom feeds me tuna.

Now that it's cooler and I've begun using the gas fireplace,

Issie has returned her perch on top of the mantel.

Sarahbeth and Pippa