I just had a wonderful weekend, but without much to really report.
But this week marked the first birthday of our sweet Phil.
That’s sweet Willie (now 7 years old) and little 1-year-old Phil. We’ve only had Phil since November, but he came with birth records. He was born in a litter of 8 and they were all dropped at the Animal Shelter when they were only 6 weeks old. The Shelter doesn’t keep kittens below 8 weeks old, so, fortunately, Austin Pets Alive stepped in and took him and his siblings and found good homes for them all. I’m glad he found his was to us.
I have read that cats that are weaned too early “make biscuits” a lot. Nathan made lots of biscuits so I was determined that Willie wouldn’t be weaned too soon. I don’t think I had too much say in it. His mother, Miss L Toe, and his brothers and sister weaned him too early and he has made biscuits ever since. I didn’t have any control over Phil’s weaning and that poor baby misses his mama so much. The minute I lay down in the bed he jumps to the back of my neck and makes biscuits and nuzzles deep into my neck. If I roll over, he jumps over me to get back to the back of my neck again. It is a sweet thing.
We adopted a new pet today, not particularly willingly. I went to a party for a friend’s birthday and there was a carnival/midway type theme. I competed at throwing darts at balloons and throwing a beanbag at a hole in a board and somehow I “won” a beta fish. I have had a beta fish before (Mike was a good boy) and enjoyed having a fish, but I felt so sad when he died after a couple of years. I don’t know if I’m up for the heartbreak of a fish. But I have him and I am going to take care of him in the meantime. So after I “won” this fish, I invested another $15 in a home for him and food. Right now he is living high on a bookshelf. I don’t Willie and Phil terrorizing him. I need to go give him some food and get ready for the week.