The Return of the Cone

So yesterday VanGogh got fixed...and unlike her brother who really embraced the cone and learned to work with it...she's done exactly the opposite. Harmel was even trying to be nice yesterday and brought out the "cone friendly kennel". For some reason she really liked sitting in the little one and so Harmel thought it would be nice for her to have one that was easier for her to get into...nope. She wasn't having any of it.

She pretty much wants nothing to do with us anymore and starts running away when we get within a 10 feet of her. Really, I think she's just sad. She whines a lot and when we do get close enough to give her a nice back scratch she starts purring instantly. Last night I woke up around 2:00 in the morning and VanGogh was scratching her cone against our bedroom door trying to get in. I just don't know what she wants. One second she loves us...the next she hates us! Hopefully her brother will teach her a lesson and she'll be a little less temperamental.

Automatic Bacon Dispenser

Who'da thunk it?

Did Someone Hit the Snooze Button?

So this week Harmel has started a new habit...he sets his alarm for 6:10 am which is nearly an hour before he actually gets up (he usually gets out of bed at 7:00). And then he'll continue to hit the snooze button every 9 minutes until my alarm goes off at 6:45 am at which time he'll finally turn his off completely and maybe get up. I'm usually out of bed before him.

This morning I asked him why he doesn't just set him alarm for 6:50 and then hit snooze once and then get up. He said he likes the state of "almost sleeping" because he likes to cuddle with me in the morning cause I'm nice and warm. I told him I don't really care. I wake up feeling totally exhausted because I wake up every time the alarm goes off.

Hopefully Harmel will listen to me and I'll feel more rested tomorrow morning.

Marmot + Toothpaste = Disaster

This past Saturday Harmel and I (along with about 50 other members of Trinity CRC) had the opportunity to going skiing for the day in Marmot, Jasper! We boarded the Greyhound at about 5:30 am and after a little vehicular trouble we made it there at about 10:30. It was a pretty good day, but slightly snowy and very windy.

On the trip home my cousin Landon got a little bored. My best friend Amy had a tube of tooth paste with her (who knows why!?) and Landon decided to have a little fun with it...and the sleeping people. Including Harmel. Here's what happened:

Too bad I missed the part where Harmel woke up, noticed everyone looking at him, taking pictures, and snickering, and then proceeded to pull the hood down on his sweater and roll over and go back to sleep...smearing the toothpaste everywhere, and still didn't notice! Unfortunately, we didn't catch everyone on camera. There were a couple good ones!

Rembrandt the Conehead

Our little baby boy got fixed this week...and he's been moping around the house ever since. And I think he's a little crazier than usually. We had to get a cone put on him because we weren't going to be home that much to distract him if he started licking himself...and now he uses it for the weirdest things! For example...this morning Harmel saw him digging food out of his bowl and put it in the cone and then walk around the house eating it from there. He also follows me around and he'll just run into me with his cone. It's a little creepy. We call him our little conehead.

BBQ Anyone?

Harmel's not allowed to BBQ too often...

...he get's a little too excited.

I Think They're "Not All There"

This evening Harmel and I went to a movie and this is what we came home to...



Rembrandt trying to be Super Man, then of course he gives us puppy eyes (can a cat give puppy eyes?) and is all sad that we won't take it off him immediately. Really, who's fault is it now?

We can't even leave them home alone for 2 hours...