Post-absence Post

 Ignore that last post for a moment. My idiot co-blogger had that thing lined up way back in mid-September before something happened with our blog account. Besides the stupid temperatures dropping, some stuff has happened since then. A few weeks or more ago, dad ended up in the emergency room. Mom's always making fun of him and his big noggin, which he always seems to find a way to hit on something. One early morning at work, he was climbing a step ladder and ended up hitting his head on a steel pipe, tearing a gash that, as he described it, bled like a stuck pig, aaaaand here is the result of that goof:

Yep, them's staples

Dad also turned another year older. As always, mom made it a fun, festive day for him, with lots of balloons and special treats.

A milestone, sure, but it still puts him 15-20 years behind me in cat years. Which reminds me: I'm allegedly turning 17 years old this coming week. Dad swears I'm not really that old, but we're going on what Brother Wolf Animal Rescue told them when I adopted them. Let's see, what else? Oh yeah, my mouth had been bothering me, so after a trip to the VET, they found that I lost a tooth somewhere along the line, and I had to get an antibiotic shot because of an infection. They're also taking me in next week for some pretty significant dental work, which I'm not looking forward to.

For a while, I wasn't feeling too good and let them know it often. The antibiotics and Gabapentin they gave me seem to have helped some. So yeah, busy times. Also, on tap: there's the upcoming time change, Halloween, way-more-important-than-some-humans-realize mid-term elections, and another colonoscopy for dad. Woo hoo. I'll end with some pix of me doing leg stretches.

If you've managed to make it this far, thanks for sticking it out for our hodgepodge of an update.

Poofy

 Well, we're not quite sure what got fixed or how, but we were finally able to get back into my damned blog. So anyway, on to this stupid "Poofy" business-

We just love Smudge's poofy little pooch, as we refer to it. 

Quality Reading Time

Being avid readers, mom and dad like to spend parts of every weekend catching up on their reading. Typically, mom does the majority of her reading at bedtime, though she almost always ends up nodding off, the book slowly dropping to her face til it bonks her on the nose. Dad, on the other hand, does the bulk of his in the wee hours of the morning, when normal humans would still be asleep. Weekends 'round here are usually filled with errands, hiking, and the week's kitchen prep work (mom still does lots and lots of scratch cooking & baking), but they always try to squeeze in cozy time with a good novel wherever they can. On this particular recent Saturday or Sunday afternoon, I decided to join them on the bed.

I just love burying myself deep into the fictitious world of a good novel. How am I doing?