This is Opie. The Opster. Opie-wan Kanobi. He's a wonderful cat, a real beauty with a lovely personality. He is also catnip to any new cat that moves into our house. He is tired. Very, very tired. Otis likes to wrestle with him and follow him around the property EVeryWhere.
Opie's brother, Ollie likes to pick fights with him (there is some subtle power struggle going on between them with neither being quite dominate enough). The Squeakers ADORE him BUT take up valuable lap space and petting time. They sniff at his treats. I think he has had just about enough.
The Squeakers, on the other hand, are having a Grand Time. Having finally grasped the concept of cat doors they are spending time outside. They get to explore ponds with small waterfalls under repair. Fish! The water tastes great! Let's poke it with our paws!
When they are not driving Opie to a serious catnip addiction or trying to break various parts of the house they sleep. Usually in my lap or draped across anything convenient whenever I am not sitting down.
Opie, here's a secret: It's almost time for the girls to get spayed.
Then again in a week we toss everyone into the RV and head over to Phoenix via Death Valley. Two adults, one small dog and five cats for two weeks. I may need to start drinking heavily 24/7. Or develop a taste for catnip.
Omar says: I used to be The One. After all, I'm the DOG.
Sad News
My lovely green sweater has proved to be just larger than I feel I can carry off. I haven't yet quite decided to frog it but I have started another. I am going down both a needle and pattern size. Stay tuned.
My beautifully tuned sewing machine and serger have been humming away on yet more Stealth Projects.
And while buying supplies for said projects I fell in love with these two fabrics. A twill, on the left, and a regular cotton print. I love the colors. Can you tell I am ready for spring?
posted by Earin Marybird @ 5:21 PM
1 Comments:
Poor ol' Opes! It's hard to be loved. The Squeakers look great on the waterfall, and boy are they getting big!
Have a great time at Death Valley. The weather down here has been splendiferous -- we had lunch outside today with birds singing. Laila, snoring upstairs, missed out.
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