life with a new baby
Pets
The Scent of a Turbo
Sep 3rd
Further proof that Andrew is retarded (not that we don’t already know he’s not the brightest star in the sky, right? I mean, this cat can’t even sit still without his head bobbing around): Now that Turbo has been shaved, Andrew doesn’t recognize him. SERIOUSLY! Andrew hisses and spits every time he sees him. And I’m all like, dude! Can you not smell? Because I know Turbo’s new haircut might seem a little disconcerting if you’re a cat but I KNOW he still has the same scent. But poor Andrew just doesn’t seem to have enough brainpower to compute that little fact! It’s funny to see Turbo walk past Andrew (or vice versa) because Andrew fluffs up his entire body, arches his back, stumbles backwards, and goes into HISSING HYSTERICS.
Turbo’s big shave
Sep 2nd
So Turbo, out beautiful Maine Coon kitty, decided to make the dark recesses under the couch his new lair. Unfortunately for him, this caused his fur to become matted. So Paul and I had no other option than to shave the big guy, not only because the mats could not simply be brushed out, but also because Turbo is not going to quit going under the couch. Being shaved will prevent mats from forming.
Unfortunately, Turbo did not want to cooperate for long, so we were unable to finish styling his legs. He did well, though. It took about two hours, and by the time we were done, the shaved fur piled on the floor looking like another whole animal.
But I’m not sure he will ever forgive us for this.
In fact, I’m pretty sure he will remember this forever.
We’re sorry, Big Turb. I guess you don’t exactly feel like you’re Turbo the Terminator anymore, do you?
Sir Reads-a-Lot
Aug 3rd
As we all know, Nathan loves to read his books. The poor kid will go through great lengths to sneak behind the rocking chair in his room to he can get into his stash of books on the bookcase. Then he will sit quietly and “read” each of his books multiple times. He doesn’t touch anything else on the shelves. Just his books.
So sometimes I’ll let Nathan play with his books when I can supervise him. (If I let him play with them unsupervised, he totally mauls them into lumps of chewed up, spineless shreds of cardboard, mere remnants of their former glorious selves.)
Notice Turbo on the other side of the gate. On any given day, whenever I have Nathan in his room, you can count on Turbo sitting patiently in that spot, diligently trying to look as disinterested and unconcerned as feline-ly possible. But that cat, for some crazy ass reason, loves Nathan. And he sits there, biding his time until the fur-yanking and tail-pulling can commence. YOU NEVER LEARN, DO YOU, TURBO? You never learn.
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