gib·ber·ish/ˈjibəriSH/
Noun: Unintelligible or meaningless speech or writing; nonsense.
Also know as ...Occasional outbursts of pure Squeeeeee moments mixed with a good helping of Dachsie, kitteh & vintage joy. My passions with a dosage of daily life. View it as little hellos from the beautiful Oregon coast.
Well .. tomorrow is the official day but for once I will be out and about tomorrow and wont be able to post. So I figured I'd get the jump on things and post today. I'm excited about tomorrow because my Dad sad to say has sprained his knee but he asked ME to go on a bit of a road trip to pick up some things he needs in towns quite far away. Using his truck no less. Newport first for Tuna Pinch Pullers and then on to Lyon's for Oak Ribs. But that's not the fun part. I will be by at least a Pet Co or Pet Smart so I'm going to pick out something extra special for my lil grey man tomorrow and bring it home for him. I can't wait.
So ... I made him a lil hat this morning and coerced him into some photos with Zuke's Salmon treats. His faves.
I is not amuzed Mommi.
If you insist
Oh .. you has a nom for mi?
Yes ... ladies I'z 2 tomorrow. I'm single, neutered and smexy.
he was kicking his paws against the blankie and wagging his tail during this shot.
Though I love each and every one of my weens I have to say BeBe has become my
little heart ween. Happy "early" Birthday my sweetest lil grey man!
watching Shiloh play for the first time. It wasn't overly exuberant zoomies but there was definite butt swing action happening. For the first time in days I felt so good inside seeing it happen. You see for the blog side of my world I haven't mentioned that I had to make the choice of putting my heart kitty down Monday the 28th. He went to the rainbow bridge at 2:45pm. It was extremely hard. I worked 12.5 hours that day. I didn't have much time to cry. A good friend also lost her little Maggie May that day as well. What a devastating day for us.
I am starting to believe that God placed Shiloh in my care perhaps not for Shiloh's well being but for mine. Because he requires a bit more care than the others and is needing that extra affection right now I have had to focus more on him and less on my grief of losing my heart kitty. Shiloh lays on his back, in my arms.. just like my Tigger did. I find such comfort in that. His silky tummy hair is like Mr. P's too. Just little things in a "dog" that remind me of my "cat" It makes me feel happy.
I have, however, been stressing over the fact that Shiloh's site is pretty much ... non-existent. Would the weens ever accept him into the sleeping pile. Would they frolic with him. Would he ever play? He doesn't seem to get what a stuffy is but adores chew treats. But today ... today I saw him play and it was like sunshine through a dark grey cloud. I loved it. I was able to catch some of it via my phone and so I share it here with you all to enjoy.
