Renaming the kitties

Heather swears that if she knew Scruffy well before she and Craig named him she would have called him Bilbo for the old Hobbit. I think that's because she struggled for months to get through the Lord of the Rings and she would enetertain herself by playing with Scruffs in between attempting to finish another page. She says Scruffy Gray looks exactly like she would picture a hobbit creature. Especially when he's on his back playing with his stick (he ate the attached feathers the first day so now it's just a stick).

So I asked her, what would you have called me? I don't think I can tell you Heather's answer. Sigh, OK: Dingleberries. Completely unfair! It's not my fault I'm a long haired kitty! See what I call you when you're not around, lady!

Spring Cleaning: off with the dingleberries!

I was walking around the deck last night trying to determine what type of lawn furniture we should purchase with the grill Heather is planning on purchasing (I can't wait to smell salmon steaks on the barbie!). As I was perusing the deck I noticed that it's past time to re-stain it. And add in some sanding time. Yup, the time for spring cleaning has come!

Unfortunately, that also refers to me. Last night Heather and Craig came home from cycling and found the largest kitty litter dingleberries on me they've ever seen. They tried their darndest to photograph them, but luckily I was able to wriggle away. Craig tried and tried to hold me still, but I refused to allow it. How dare you try to photograph my behind?

But I wasn't able to escape the wrath of the scissors quite as easily. Heather snuck up on me from behind and suddenly I heard a "snip". She had the nerve to cut them off of me! Come on - I would have cleaned them off myself eventually! They were just clumps of pine. A little, er, decoration. I would have destroyed them quicker than you two have been cleaning out the garage (ahem)....