We’ve been hosting Eric since last Tuesday. He’s a big bag of (not-too-smart) love. Like most labs, he’s 49% stomach, 49% bladder and 2% tongue. As usual when we have a dog around, Tolstoy turns into (more of) an asshole.
A week with Ericus Ericus
Tag: cats
My cats are all defective
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When your cat has no concept of boundaries
Made Katy a chicken sandwich this morning. Tolstoy got very interested. To the point of sticking his face in it and nicking a piece of chicken.
The new WFH normal
Katy had to go to Lausanne for a job this afternoon so I had to work from the living room to keep an eye on puppers. I was on a video call with the team with the birds squawking on my left, the cat stretched out brokenly behind me and NMD on the beanbag snoring and farting. The usual…
The smugness, it burns!
This is what I see when I’m trying to work right now. Disgusting.
I’m just annoyed the picture is so crappy :( They moved now so the moment has passed.
Edit: woohoo, they did it again, so another chance for a better picture :)
This is how I like my mornings
Chilling with my furry boys. The non-furry one was in a surprisingly agreable mood this morning and has already left for school.
Staying alive
This is what morning look like here when we’re all tired.
This is really amusing, in that almost a year ago to the day, RUN DMReenie was getting down to Christmas in Hollis Morges.
Cat and blanket
Never seen a cat love a blanket so much.
Purr purr bitey bitey
Tolstoy is happy for pets, until he isn’t. Then he gives you a warning bite.
Give me cheese, human!
Human! Human! Give me cheese, human! Oy! Stop ignoring me!