There is complete MAYHEM in my house right now. Martin went to get something in the car, 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.
Meanwhile, Kiwi is perched on the staircase, watching like …
We found a park where these two could burn some serious energy.
Our next stop is near the village of Polverigi, in the middle of Italy’s calf along the Adriatic Sea. There are rolling hills and many sunflower fields like this one across the street from where we are staying.
For all those who need more positivity on their Internets right now, I give you this positively adorable pic from the weekend. Our friends’ French Bulldog was asleep with her short little T-rex paw just hanging there, so I slipped a teddy bear under it for support.
She stayed that way for a good hour or so, sleeping like a [gassy] baby.
The kids received a very special card in the mail today.
A family friend made a donation in Ellie the Cat’s memory to an organization that does health research for animals. When we first explained to the kids how Ellie got sick, how her immune system was attacked, they were very concerned about other pets and preventing such illnesses in the future. Needless to say, getting a card like this really means a lot to them. Continue reading →
Ellie the Cat, our sweet white calico cutie who provided much joy and laugher in our household, passed away Sept 21 after a very short illness. She was seven years old.
Born in Northern Virginia as the youngest and smallest of her litter, Ellie and her older sister Kiwi were promptly separated from their ailing mother, and were paired up with another Mama cat. Continue reading →
Martin took Lola and Jaz with him today to visit with family who live an hour away from us. They didn’t get home until late, and Jaz was already asleep. I went to kiss him goodnight, but recoiled in horror because his face, hair, clothes, shoes…everything smelled like a horse. Continue reading →
We live in one of the largest, most industrial metropolitan areas in Germany.
Yet, our neighbors are cows. Honest-to-goodness bovines who moo, eat hay, and produce milk.
To be clear, our immediate neighbors are human, and they are wonderful humans. But just beyond them, just the next street over, are two barns full of dairy cows. That’s one of the things that amuses me so much about Germany, it’s ability to blend the urban and the rural in the same space. There is no suburban sprawl over here. There is city, and there is country, and in our village — like many other villages — there is a bit of both. Continue reading →
I’m here scheduling a vet appointment for Patches Der Hund, and because she’s about eight years old (we got her as a rescue, so we can’t be sure), she’s considered a senior/geriatric puppy. So, she’s got more gray, a little extra weight, doesn’t like to run as fast … can’t we just call her DISTINGUISHED?
This is Kiwi the Cat, and not only does she randomly appear on the bottom of laundry baskets, but she also has the uncanny ability of suddenly appearing on my clean, pressed black slacks just seconds after I put them on the bed or ironing board while getting dressed for work in the mornings. Every time.