So, I was intending this post just to welcome the newest member of our household, but in the process of getting the pictures of her off the camera, I found lots of obscenely cute pictures of the cats. So they get posted too.
Yes, the life of a Bailey is a good and happy thing, where the thing on his shoulders is only used for rubbing, and eating. And being licked by other cats.
He also kicks butt at Soul Calibur II.
So! That's our Bailey moment!
Now, let's move on to...Runt!
Arrrrrr! He do be wild! He'll conquer that paper, you wait and see. Yarrrr! Or he'll make a squeaky noise and wonder why no one loves him right this minute.
Let's move on to Toby. Little Toby, who was a stray that we brought in. He was the size of my hand, I found him one morning swollen and bleeding by the side of a freeway. It was the morning after a major thunderstorm, full of hail and lightning and tornado warnings. He was less than six months old, practically oozing worms and other viruses. Based on his vet bills, the Vetrinarian probably bought a Hummer.
That's a fairly big barstool. As you can see, Toby turned out fine.
Anyway, the thing about changing the batteries in the camera is, you suddenly discover that all of the cats, knowing this was going to occur, have become disgustingly cute. They do things like this:
They have no shame. That's Baily, Logan, and Toby by the way. You can figure out who's who.
ANYWAY. The point of this blog post was to tell you about the new member of my household.
My wife is a Professional Dog Groomer, which would sound way more impressive if she didn't come home smelling like wet dog. Anyway, she works in the grooming salon of our local PetCo. They sell rats. One of the rats, under six months old, escaped two weeks ago and spent the past two weeks living randomly in PetCo. Terrified, obviously, by customers and workers and slamming pallet jacks and all manner of things. She finally got caught yesterday and put up for adoption. She lost half her tail, presumably got it ripped or cut off somewhere in the store. She goes ballistic around loud noises and is terrified of everything right now.
No one would have adopted her. Well, probably some sick bastard would have, to feed her to his snake. So Renee and I took her home.
She lives in the big cage now with our other, older female rat, Emma. Emma is a wonderful rat, who took care of one or our other old rats when she was weak and dying. She's thus far taken very good care of our new rat too.
Her name is Abby. And here she is.
She's pretty small. I would have taken her out for the pictures, but she can't handle being picked up yet. Give us a week or so.
And for the morbidly inclined among you, here's what's left of her tail (healed over just fine; just short)
She's obviously had enough of me. And now, probably, so have you.
So I shall go for a walk.