There’s more and more salt in the gerbil’s fur, but he can still take on Pavel in a cage match and humiliate the cat.
Tag: pets
Not-my-dog went home
Lily went home last night. Cats are happy to have the whole flat again. Humans have the sad.
Pet update
We took Tolstoy to get yet-another-specialist vet to get a high-resolution ultrasound and try and figure out what’s wrong with him. Good news, it’s not cancer, but he does have an enlarged pancreas and inflamed bowel, so we need to change his food to something properly hypoallergenic and go back to our normal vet to see how we need to adjust the grumpy moneypit’s meds.
In other news, not-my-dog is being uber cute and is settling in nicely. Probably too nicely, in the cats’ opinions.
This is my not-my-dog.
This is not my dog. But for the next week, she kinda is.
My cat is an ass and a bully
It’s a sad truth that you cannot, under any circumstances, leave food lying around because Tolstoy will eat it. This is a cat that once chewed through a plastic bag to eat a bagel. This is what happens when you’re babysitting a large, vicious (not) Boxer. She gets her food bowl owned by an asshole cat and just stares on, wondering WTF is happening.
Lodgers over Christmas
We’re rabbit-sitting for Roko and Jelena. The cats are highly disturbed by the new arrivals and are meowing at the patio door. The rabbits don’t give a toss.
RIP Chewie the hamster
Another hamster went to the big wheel in the sky. Chewie-Chewbacca, we will miss how you gave no fucks about predator-prey relationships, has incredible upper body strength and a complete disregard for cranial trauma.
Lovable asses, the lot of them
I had to phone in to a meeting this morning. This is what greeted me when I came om the bedroom to get my phone.
Bastards.
Don’t know how he handles it
Can you see how stressed out Pavel is? I don’t know how he can cope with it on a daily basis. My hero!
Cats being cats
