The wind is also freaking out the dogs, so they've been avoiding the outside elements and hanging out around the wood stove.
Charlie makes up for the dry indoor air by drinking lots of water. And slopping it everywhere. After every drinking binge, I have to not only wipe his muzzle down (Rhiannon calls them "Sloppies"), but mop up the tile surrounding the water dish and occasionally empty the boot-tray-turned-water-recovery-system from the copious amounts of water that is sloshed and slopped directly around and within four feet of the bowl. I hate, hate, HATE Charlie's Sloppies. Makes me want to gag.
Outside Kitty is hunkered down on the back deck and occasionally has staring contests with Susan through the window. Evil Kitty absolutely hates Outside Kitty and she does the archy-back, Ffftttt-fffttttt-ffffttttthhhh thing when she sees him.
|Outside Kitty getting a snack of warm milk. |
Would you just look at those pumpkin-orange eyes!
|Evil Kitty supervising my blog photo insertions.|
|Crackers on her pillow. |
Couldn't care less who or what's outside.
|Black Susan contemplating her next nap.|