I used to be a ‘dog person’. Until a cat changed that.

I admit it.  I used to just be a ‘dog person’.  Sure, I’d grown up with dogs AND cats, but they were mostly barn cats that did their own thing, and aside from playing with the half-wild kittens when they were still young enough to handle, there wasn’t a whole lot of interaction.  They were kind of typical cats.  They did their thing and us humans did ours.  It wasn’t that I didn’t like cats, I’d just never been as close to a cat as I had my dogs.   That give-or-take-them mentality followed me into adulthood, until five years ago this week, when a little orange and cream swirled cat forever changed how I feel about cats.

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Tough week for the birds

Most weeks are relatively quiet, until they’re not.  This is one of those ‘not’ weeks.  Wednesday night, Rosie decided to bring her late night dinner into the house.  Fun non-fact, birds have approximately 35,0000 feathers.  You can see that post/mess here:  Excitement on Wednesday night

Today, I looked out to find a pleasant surprise…

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