Kitten

I have a kitten. 

Well he's like 9 years old.  But I call him Kitten.  Or Kitteh.  Or Mufasa the Mighty Lion. 

He likes that last one.

Sylvester can be a sweet cat.  He's 20 pounds of lazy, orange nonsense.

Yeah, I said it. 

I love his pretty green eyes. 

Oh, hi Kitten.  You big, mightly lion, you...

And then he's all sweet and cuddley and soft... He does this on purpose. 

It's a set up.

Because as soon as your hand gets into position to pet his soft fur....

 

WHAM!

He's trying to chew your hand off.

Vanilla Beans

Ever heard of 'em? 

 I guess if I honestly think about it, the only personal reference to them that I can think of is Vanilla Bean lotion. And then, I just thought it was a fancy name for it.  I didnt realize that vanilla came from actual beans.  I thought it came from those fancy little Watson's bottles. 


What?


Don't look at me in that tone.


I'm baking a bunch of goodies for a bake sale tomorrow night.  I decided that since you dont really see scones at bake sales, I would give them a try.  So I turned to the only woman I know who can make anything with perfection.  Including scones.  P-Dub.
I'm going to take a crack at her Vanilla Bean Scones recipe.  I've got everything I need.  Now... It's time to bake.

Time Again

It's that time again.  The time when I am bored with my blog and I am going to make some changes.

I'm sorry.  Please don't go away.  I promise you'll like it!

And plus it's pouring rain outside.

And plus it's Friday.

And plus it's my blog and I can do whatever I want with it.

Pibbleless

My home is now pibbleless.

My emotions are on the fence.

On one hand, when Annie left with her new parents, I felt the relief of having only my own amazing pets left.  But on the other hand, I will miss her. I dont want her to come back!  But I do miss her.  She kept me busy. And she was the best kisser.

I'm not sure how to explain how easy it was this morning to let my own dogs out without having to fight with a long line and water buckets and all of the extra stuff needed for Annie. Annie leaving was almost like 3 dogs leaving. Life just got really good and simple again!

I can tell you that I don't want another foster dog for a while. Just a while. Until the next hopeless soul comes across my doorstep (or inbox).  Which will likely be soon.  But for now, I'm going to enjoy the peace that comes with knowing that I'll be going home to my own.