Tag: Harriet

Miss Brown has sadcakes. Sad, sad, sad, sadcakes.

Miss Brown watching the bad kittens play

Harriet was up sick all night. Well, not sick, exactly, but she was definitely uncomfortable. She kept asking to go out, but each time I took her outside, all she wanted to do was eat grass. I didn’t let her, and she didn’t actually throw up, but neither of us got much sleep. All seems fine today, though, so I guess she just had a case of olddogitis.

Miss Brown and I are having a lazy day today. She’s already started on the napping portion of the festivities, and I may soon follow suit.

Found under the coffee table: four spoons and one fork. Harriet steals them off the coffee table, cleans them off, then, I guess, saves them for a rainy day? Weirdo.

One of the many things I love about Boxers is their squooshy faces. Harriet’s face is not as flat or as wrinkly as those of many Boxers, but she still manages to squish her lips into amusing positions. They’re especially malleable when she’s relaxed or sleeping, as she is in this photo. As for why she’d want to sleep with her nose pressed against her leg, I have no idea. It sure doesn’t look comfortable to me.

Merely sleeping on the big bed isn’t enough for the likes of Miss Brown. She has to utilize every single pillow, too.

I started a new cat sitting job this evening. They always leave a check, and I got there to find that it was a little more than $200 short. That’s significant, and I am rightsomejesus pissed off about it. I didn’t renegotiate a lower rate with her, and if I had, I’d be charging her more, not less, as the job has gotten more complicated than it was when I first started watching her cats.

We are not amused!

I can’t get up for two minutes without Harriet stealing my seat. And when I come back, she pretends she can’t hear or see me, because she knows I’m going to tell her to move.