Harriet’s personal sun spot has finally returned to it’s proper place on the patio, which means that spring is officially here.
Tag: Harriet
If It’s Soft, It Must Be a Pillow
I laid my hoodie over the back of the couch, and somehow, Harriet managed to pull half of it down to use as a pillow.
Frenemies
I never thought I’d live to see the day!
Comfortable
Harriet has made herself a comfy nest.
Sad Petunia
Harriet had a difficult day today. She woke up with an upset stomach and couldn’t eat her breakfast. When that happens, the not eating makes her stomach even more upset, so it’s a vicious circle. I finally got her to eat a little bit of boiled hamburger and rice, and she seems to be back to normal now. She was a sad little petunia this afternoon, though.
Ear Akimbo!
When Harriet gets excited, her ears go wonky. I’m not sure, exactly, what’s going on. They turn partly inside-out and partly up. This time, she’d just come in from hanging out on the patio where there were OHMYGODCATS!!!
Speaking of which, my across-the-hall neighbor caught one of the kittens this morning. He’s got medium-long, blue fur with silver tips. He’s absolutely gorgeous and is surprisingly friendly for a stray. He’s definitely not a feral. I don’t know how he fell in with the mamma-to-be cat. He’s not the right age to be one of hers, besides which, if he were, he’d be wild, which he’s not. He’s clearly been handled before and knows what people and houses are all about.
So, if anyone in the Bloomington area is looking for a pretty boy kitten, let me know. I’m half tempted to take him myself, but the last thing I need is another cat.
Happy New Year
Miss Brown is working on her Plan For World Domination 2011. I’m pretty sure it entails banning ALL EEEVIL CATS. The cats are unconcerned, as usual. They have no respect for bossyboots dogs.
Comfortable Dog Is Comfortable
Day two of vacation is going well.
Deboned Chicken
This chicken came deboned from the store.
Dead. To. The. World.
After a weekend at my mom’s, Harriet is comatose.
red paper boat 