My new babies

Welcome Willy and Nathan. I brought my two new kittens home yesterday evening. They are so beautiful and SO BIG! They came from a breeder in Bothell. I think I completely paid too much for them, but they are wonderful.  They are both 15 weeks old with a classic coat. Apparently this is not desireable in the Pixie Bob world, but who cares.  Nathan has a short Pixiebob tail, tufts on his ears, and is polydactyl. Willy has a long tail, tufts and regular feet. William is such a lover boy. He followed me around like a dog and slept with me all night. Nathan is definitely the more active little stinker of the two. He went around most of the night hissing at everyone. It was funny, if he heard another cat hiss, he would turn around and hiss at what was usually nobody in his vicinity. Hopefully a day alone will help them get used to the house. I'll post photos soon on my website.

I'm reducing the number of fosters down to 4, sending Ashes to the shelter, and three of the Lewis County bunch back to their foster dad. That will reduce my numbers from 14 to 10, much easier to handle. Hopefully the little ones will grow quickly so I can send them to the shelter for adoption.

I've finally started watching what I eat closely and it's working well. Now if I could just simplify my life a little more so I can get to the gym in the morning and still get 8 hours of sleep.

The dog from hell

Thursday evening I picked up my friend’s beagle Baxter. Baxter is 30 pounds, about 2 years old, very cute. The pleasure of taking care of Baxter stops there. He is a whiny, spoiled dog with no manners, no training, and has separation anxiety. Friday when I left work he was in the dog run. Friday evening when I came home, he was in my living room. One screen down. Pissed on my bed and in the living room – bad dog. Saturday I had to travel all over, so I brought the dog with me. Saturday wasn’t bad. Sunday I had to work at MEOW. I ended up there from 12-8. Left the dog in the dog run at noon, he was waiting for me in the living room when I got home. (Baxter 3, Window screens 0) This time he pooped in my bedroom, ate all the dog treats, barfed on the floor. So now I finally wised up to the little bastard. Monday when I go to work, I shut all reachable windows (with no screens on them) and barricade the dog run so he can’t get out. Monday evening, he’s still in the dog run – halle-freakin-leuja. Tuesday his family came home and said they could come by in a few hours. NOPE, I said, I will drive him TO YOU. Good bye Baxter, hello Home Depot – “where can I find window screen material please?”

Lance is my hero

It was pretty funny yesterday. I looked up Lance Armstrong on Google and found a hilarious article written by a gal that he went to school with - she hates him! Check it out, she has this really unflattering photo of him and she talks about what a sleazeball he was in school. Hmm... talk about having issues that you can't get over. Speaking of high school, I'm having my 20 year high school reunion in October. 20 YEARS!! Holy cockamamiecrappola. I looked at the list and there are tons of people I know attending. Thank goodness I won't have to tell everyone that I've been unemployed for the past 2 years... That I work at Microsoft will be a very cool thing to share. The last reunion I was working for Apple - ok...toot toot goes my horn.

So seems to me I have 12 weeks to lose 20 pounds. I can do that...sure...no problem... I'll just cut off an arm.