Kitty is huge now. Like Puss from Shrek IV, she doesn’t move unless food is involved, and has long left the gracefulness of sliding down trees. It’s more like a screeching thud. So when she hears the pups and I outside, she makes a “run” for it in case she might luck upon some puppy chow. Kitty would rather munchies be brought to her, of course, but she knows that ain’t happening.
No such luck today, Kitty. Just some pups who want to lick your face off.
Her funny look tells me she’s about to go into crazy-annoying mode, meowing and ramming into my legs. She’s clearly not starving, and no amount of “this is what kitties in third world countries look like” photos have convinced her that she’s doing quite well.
The pups and I made it back into the house safely. No less than two minutes later, we heard a loud *boom* on our window. That was Kitty trying to hang from the screen outside. Sigh … even she’s not aware of her size anymore. And that can’t be good for the window …
It’s a good thing my pups have their own way of keeping in shape.
Yoga poses …
… and meditation, most likely. That Tobi, she’s a spiritual one.
Hope your weekend is off to a great start, and you’re seeing some sun and dissipating snow in your forecast.
And before I go, I want to continue a challenge from a blogger gal I follow. Her challenge is to those of you who follow this blog, but haven’t popped in to say “howdy” yet. So, it is officially de-lurker day (the day you are reading this). So please, with lots of sugar on top, say ‘hi’ and tell me a bit about yourself: why you follow this blog, what’s happening weather-wise, what color underwear you have on … anything! Just de-lurk yourself. It’s a lurker intervention.
And to those handful who do comment, keep ’em coming, friends. You make this gal’s South Dakota country life a little bit brighter.
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