There Are No Bad Cats...

...Only bad cat moms! (me).

How can someone so cute be so bad? And how can I be mad as such cuteness.
(I can't).

What did Grumpy do to warrent this entry?

Last night in belly dance class, we worked with fans, which I supplied, as I have a vast collection. Class ran late, so I left the bag of fans on my dresser to go through tonight and weed out which ones weren't so great for class. Among some of the fans were my favorite fans for dance class, which included two matching ostrich and pheasant feather fans. I thought they'd be safe there until tonight, as I have never seen one of my cats on the dresser.
WRONG! Too much temptation for the Grumpy one! I no longer have a matching set of fans. And I KNOW it was Grumps that did it. He looked so guilty when I came home for lunch. He kept avoiding me, anticipating my anger, he was watching me nervously. More nervously than normal. He's a boy, and he just wants to have fun. Fun, in a bad, can't help himself kind of way.

Got Snow?

Dogs just wanna have fun.



Moose likes making snow angels.



Cruz loves it, period.



Dante loves the interesting smells.



Snoop was just made for this kind of weather.

What Does One Say?

Outside of bad weather and dying pets, the worst thing about being a pet sitter/dog walker are those people that yell at you when you walk past their house. I have been searching for the perfect comeback to someone who yells out the window, "Get your dog off my lawn, bitch!" (Leave suggestions in the comment section, please and thank you!).

One such house I pass several times a day with a dog, and I have gotten the above comment, as well as many more, in addition to being chased after! The thing is, THEY HAVE DOGS! Talk about hypocrits!

Last week as I was walking past [on the PUBLIC sidewalk, with my LEASHED dog], the man out in his yard with his [UNLEASHED] dog, who decided to bark and growl at mine. This is the man who called me a "Bitch" for no reason.
Being in an extremely good mood, I said jokingly, "I get yelled at alot by you for not having my dog on a leash," to which he replied, "It's MY property." My response: "That's right!--You're special!"
That was that.
I left happy to have gotten to say something to the man that he never gave me an opportunity to, and hopefully left him with something to think about. I hope he thought about what an asshole he's been.
But I doubt it.