I got up early today — at 5:45 a.m.— to take the teenager to our FURR godmother’s house for her pet sitting job.
These two personal cats of the household wanted my affection and made a receiving line. From the tilt of their heads I am guessing they don’t like paparazzi.
In related FURR news, little Loki Dokie Puppy Turkey of the Norse Pride is learning the rules of the greater house versus life in the master suite. He still likes to challenge the “no cats on the counters” rule but he is learning to prefer the scratching posts to the furniture. For that I am grateful.
Yes, the scratching post is broken but they don’t mind. We just have to watch the sisal and reattach it.
In other news of gratitude, the chicks seem to have doubled in size. They must be very hungry right now because they chirped much of the night.
Yule was hatched on the solstice, Winter hatched next, and then, yes, Christmas hatched on Christmas.
Mama gives me one chance each morning to check on them and take their photo. If you want to hear the protective mama bird noise, here it is: Protective Periwinkle.
So now, the only thing stressing me out is the fact that I haven’t heard from my doctor’s office. I called them yesterday about my need for a follow up Covid test and a doctor’s note.