I went outside to smoke when I got back here from putting Bobby to bed. I listen and laugh as Mitzi uses every word in her colorful vocabulary to get her male dog Dylan in. After he doesn't respond to mf-er she says fine you're staying out. On her second try he finally got his fluffy black a-- in the house. I want to say Mitzi loves her dogs and all animals. She is a dog groomer and grooms dogs from a local rescue for free and she sometimes brings us cat food for the cats and has gone in half on all of our spays for 'the girls' so she just says it, heck I call Nuts s-head(and he'll respond to either) at least once a day but I do in a loving matter and so does Mitzi.
Ok, it's snowing they say 3-6 inches. It wasn't doing that bad, it's really fine snow but it almost over topped the cork bed of my birks(yes I wear Birks year round, unless the snow gets too deep, which is why I keep my snow boots here.
Their water was slushy but still very drinkable. I finish and turn around and Half-tail(everyone else was 'at home, either cat house or where ever they sleep at night' is right by the waterer so I touch it and tell her it isn't frozen but she isn't having it. I pick her up(she is the smallest out of all of them, Runt really outgrew her, she's a normal sized kitten but with the monsters that all the others are she looks tiny.) She lets me hold her as I tell her she needs to go into the cat house because it's cold. She goes to the other bowls and she refuses to drink until I stuck my hand in this ice cold water and dug out every bit of slush in it. Then she drank.
Silly, Spoiled kitty, I give her food and water and a warm place to stay and she repays me by making me stick my hand in ice cold water to remove slush that wasn't going to hurt her.
and I actually did it
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My outside ferals are now spoiled as well. I guess Mama blabbed about how the inside cats are spoiled so now they demand the same since none of them would ever be happy in a house, they are happy outdoor cats. Like I said I did it too so she got her point across and I did what she wanted me to do. and BTW- the water was COLD.
Taryn
Ok, it's snowing they say 3-6 inches. It wasn't doing that bad, it's really fine snow but it almost over topped the cork bed of my birks(yes I wear Birks year round, unless the snow gets too deep, which is why I keep my snow boots here.
Their water was slushy but still very drinkable. I finish and turn around and Half-tail(everyone else was 'at home, either cat house or where ever they sleep at night' is right by the waterer so I touch it and tell her it isn't frozen but she isn't having it. I pick her up(she is the smallest out of all of them, Runt really outgrew her, she's a normal sized kitten but with the monsters that all the others are she looks tiny.) She lets me hold her as I tell her she needs to go into the cat house because it's cold. She goes to the other bowls and she refuses to drink until I stuck my hand in this ice cold water and dug out every bit of slush in it. Then she drank.
Silly, Spoiled kitty, I give her food and water and a warm place to stay and she repays me by making me stick my hand in ice cold water to remove slush that wasn't going to hurt her.
My outside ferals are now spoiled as well. I guess Mama blabbed about how the inside cats are spoiled so now they demand the same since none of them would ever be happy in a house, they are happy outdoor cats. Like I said I did it too so she got her point across and I did what she wanted me to do. and BTW- the water was COLD.
Taryn
