Hairball - Food Mixing Day Again......................by Diane Ogden

Okay, so when it is mixing catfood day I bring out the big red bowl, the measuring cup to prevent the normal cat puecking whenever the food changes in the slightest.  Then all the bags are set up and out, then the old food bowls are emptied into the new mixture and the old bowls are soaked and sit in the sink for a while. 
Bob gets a bit OCD upset when his food bowl is moved or should I say REMOVED.   That being said he was "on it!"  The counter that is.... testing the new batch in the big red bowl. 
Otherwise, Bob has settled into being a normal loving cat except to Lucy Lou the other cat in the house.  He is pretty rough on her!  Bites her neck too.  Gets her down, gets on top of her, holds her down, and then bites her neck while she screams and I run to save her. 
Poor Lucy. After Bob is done torturing her, Gracie Allen the 6 lb. dog humps her at least twice a day.  I sure wish Lucy would grow some female nards and kick their butts.  But it's likely not to happen.
She is lady not a fighter. 

 

Now that's a cat tale!

Put Your Head on My Shoulder....(Paul Anka)............by Diane Ogden

Bob sleeps with his head on my shoulder every single night.  He is like a child.  P.S.  Taking a cat/mom selfie in the middle of the night is not easy.

                                              Told ya!!  Sound asleep on my arm/shoulder. 

It's Another Lazy Sunday..................One Week Later.............by Diane Ogden

Bob has self-graduated to the upper deck of the porch.  Pretty cushy life Mr. Bibbs!

 

I added a couple pillows to the porch swing today.  Bob is checking them out.  Thank God he isn't a man - boy cat that feels he has to be territorial and piss on all the tree (pillows) like some men.

 

 

Bob is behind pillow number one.  He is allowing Lucy Lou to attend his Lazy Sunday Porch session.  But God forbid should she attempt to get to his upper cushy deck space.  No way.  Unfortunately he rules.  She can get up onto the bed in the master bedroom but only until he sees her.  I don't like that but my opinion in the animal world or hierarchy doesn't hold much credibility.
So we do the best we can with what we have.  I sneak hugs and cuddles to Lucy when Bob is in another room.  Jealousy is an evil thing to have even if your a cat.  And Bob is a jealous cat. 

A Lazy Sunday Afternoon.................................by Diane Ogden

 

 

The little feet belong to my Granddaughter.  It was darn hot out on the porch this afternoon but Bob Benjamin Morrison Ogden seemed to love it.  He really isn't as fat as he photographed in the top pic, or maybe he is and I just don't see it.  This would be the same porch I accidentally left him outside on until 5 a.m. last week.  I felt so bad.   He and Lucy were just sitting there waiting for me to come get them.  I was very happy it hadn't rained that night. 
Bob seems very docile in these photos but I tell you if there is so much as a creak in the wall in the middle of the night the poor boy jumps like a scared rabbit.  I suspect from his days of being out in the wild.  In my opinion the lousy human being that did that to Bob will get his KARMA.  No diff than putting a child out in a field on his own.  Well maybe a tad diff but still insane in my way of thinking/feeling. 

I watched a video on facebook today where a bear in the zoo pulled a drowning crow out of the mote like it was what he was supposed to do.  Dropped the bird, walked away and started eating his carrots.  After a few moments of collecting his half drowned self, the bird shook himself off and stood back up on both feet.  Some of the folks I have run across in life aren't as caring as that bear.
Instinct told that bear what to do.  I am not so sure humans have that instinct thing.  No we got voice boxes instead.

Think on that one.