I made a batch of cream puffs on Tuesday. Now I bought myself an injector around the holidays. I wanted to be tidier and make a prettier puff. Tuesday was the second time I used the injector. Filling the things went better than the first time. But, when it came time to refill, I must not have tightened the nozzle enough, so when I squeezed the trigger cream went all over the place, including the floor.
Enter the husband….who says, “let me help with cleaning that up.” You may recall, the cat from other posts….the fat black and white one….He doesn’t eat people food, just Meow Mix and kitty treats. So hubby puts kitty treats in the spilled cream. The cat wanders over looks at the treats and cream and taste tests…..He proceeds to say “Meow, Yuck” and wanders away….leaving a trail of cream across the floor. Now I have cream and kitty treats all over the floor. And a long haired cat, with pastry cream in his tail.
My sweet Que DeCat died this morning after nineteen years of life. I adopted her when she was almost two along with her paramour, Clyde. Que was grumpy and skittish, but she was my beautiful baby girl kitty. You all may recognize her as TybeeTabby. So sleep well Que and enjoy romping with Clyde on the other side.
I couldn’t resist Jennifer’s Challenge of Computer even though I know that not everyone likes cats. Here is Swampy at his finest. Helping supervising his human while he works…or is he just lurking in the hopes of treats.
My hubby fished a kitten out of the marsh for me. This was back in July of this year. I have never had a kitten before so the “transition” over these past four months is pretty remarkable. See how his size goes from about 6 inches (1/2 of a 12 inch tile) to 24 inches (2 tiles)….and he is only 5 months old.
July 23…Here’s Swampy. Age 6 weeks
Layed out on the couch. Age 9 weeks
A distinguished lad. Age 11 weeks
Getting bigger. Age 16 weeks
Furry Crabby time. Age 22 weeks.
P.S. I had some issues with photos not showing up when I originally posted. Seemed to involve captioning. I removed the captions, now you can see the pictures. I have no clue why…but apologies.
I was thirty-eight years old when I received my first pet. I always loved cats, but my Mom wasn’t a big pet lover so we didn’t have any at home. When I was older and on my own, I wasn’t sure I knew enough to be a good pet owner. Well one day on-line talking to a friend, I mentioned, I liked cats and was thinking about getting one. His response was “my daughter is moving to a place that doesn’t allow pets, I can drop them off on Monday.” I became a pet owner. Clyde and Que. Clyde was the outgoing fun-loving mooch of a cat. Que is more of a reserved prima donna. Que is still with us and even serves as my avatar for Tybee Tabby. Clyde was the inspiration for my first post on WordPress. Unfortunately, Clyde passed a little over two years ago. Gone but not forgotten. Dang, I miss the little guy.