I’m home again, and so is my sweet old girl. She was asleep when I got there, but when I said her name, she lifted her head and gave me this look, and then thumped her tail . Both glad to be in our own spaces again. Thanks to Onkel Christian and the girls for keeping her for us. Just as I do coming back from the States, she looks well-fed.
Patches der Hund pulled a Houdini and disappeared on us yesterday. Within hours of us frantically searching for her, calling the police/vet/regional animal shelter, and printing out fliers with her picture, we got an email from the animal shelter the next county over. She was safe with them! Martin picked her up this morning, and learned of her escapade.Continue reading
Kiwi the Cat just loves her babies. She’s nothing, but sweet and patient as Junior scratches her ears and waves his hand over her whiskers, just as the Middles did with Kiwi when they were babies. Continue reading
Well, doesn’t Patches look a little guilty here?
She got in major trouble after giving Grandpa an unscheduled tour of our village by taking off when the opportunity presented itself. Continue reading
I managed to be super stealthy the other night, and snap this photo of Kiwi napping next to me on the belly. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want anyone to know that she’s actually a sweet, affectionate cat. Continue reading
This morning, our cat Kiwi released a live, furious wasp into the bathroom where Martin was, um, sitting, and then ran out to let him deal with it alone.
It’s hard to read her facial expression, but I’m pretty sure she did that on purpose. Continue reading
Whenever we run out of eggs, I love telling the kids to go get some more from these friendly neighbors in our village. They keep us well-supplied. Just a five minute walk, and payment is made with the honor system. Continue reading
My faithful friend, Patches der Hund, soaking up the sunshine in the peace and quiet. The others are back up on the slopes today. We, on the other hand, embrace the fact we’re both a little older, slower, and carrying some extra weight these days. Taking it easy is the way to go. She gets me.
There was complete MAYHEM in my house the past few days. It started when Martin went to get something in the car Sunday night, left the front door open, and our cat Kiwi bolted inside with a live mouse she dropped at Miss C’s feet … which went over well … as you can imagine.
Screaming. Chaos. More screaming. Tossed furniture. Tears. Doors slamming. Someone has a broom. Another has the vacuum. More screaming as the mouse ran and dropped down into the basement from the first floor landing.
Meanwhile, Kiwi was perched on the staircase, watching like a proud lion king over the land.
For those who followed our “Mouse in the House” drama from the other night: the mouse was gently released — alive and well — in the open field outside our village a few nights ago.