Tag Archives: Bob

The Life of a Bob Cat

28 Sep

Sometimes I think Bob has a perfect life.

Bob

Oops.  What woke him up?

Of course.

Still seems like a pretty good life.

I hope you’ll come back to join me for Friday’s Hunt tomorrow.  I have this week’s items listed at the top of the side bar.

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Cats!

26 Aug

Rocky and Bob

We had a near cat-astrophe here over the weekend.  All my outside doors are junk and need replaced.  Well, Saturday night, Rocky pushed the back porch door open and got out.  I wasn’t too worried.  I noticed right away and followed him out to pick him up and bring him in.  But he was already in a panic.

Rocky

Bless my Bob cat.  Really.  Bob is a jerk.  He can’t talk without swearing growling.  He will bite or smack you.  Sky knows better than to cross him, and he’s had it out with Rocky a time or two. I was a little surprised to see Bob hurry over to Rocky when I first tried to pick him up.

Bob

After Rocky ran from me, I had to go get a flashlight and put shoes on.  I called to him and searched, and I was getting a bit worried. Then I saw Bob.  I went to where he was coming from, and I found Rocky.  He ran again.  This kept up until I was frustrated and didn’t know what to do.  I don’t know what I was thinking when I let Sky out (okay–I was thinking Sky might sit on him and put Rocky’s head in his mouth and hold him until I could pick him up).

Rocky

It just made Rocky run again and Sky went into full maniac mode.  By the time I got him calmed down and back into the house, I’d lost Rocky again.  Then I saw Bob cat.  He was sitting under the magnolia tree, and Rocky was up just far enough that I had to go get a ladder.  Finally, I got him back in the house.  He’s much happier on the rainbow pillow than he was outside.  Hopefully, he’s done with that nonsense and stays where he belongs.

Snickers

I can tell the cancer is starting to impact Snickers’s quality of life.  He gets little twitches in his eye, and he’s been scratching his chin.  He’s tired.  I will keep giving him an egg and keep spoiling him as long as I can and he is okay.

Snickers

Leo

Leo just keeps on being Leo.  I think he’s at least fifteen, most likely sixteen.  He just keeps on keeping on.

His eyes are gross from allergies, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.  Otherwise, he’s good.

Before My Coffee

5 Aug

I am not really a morning person, and my mornings seem to be getting more and more busy before I can even get that first cup of coffee in.  It starts with going out to milk my girls. Cinnamon is usually already yelling before I manage to get dressed and out the door.

Cinnamon

Before milking, I swing by the chicken building and let the birds out.

stupid roosters

The girls generally beat me to the milk room, but they have to wait for me to get my milking stuff.  Stormy gets milked first.  Then Cinnamon.

Stormy

I’m trying to avoid letting Dolly come in because her girls are still nursing.  Most mornings I’m not successful, so I do end up milking her too.  Seriously.  Could you resist that face peeking in the door at you (it really is through the door, and there’s a muddy hoof print where her nose is)?

Dolly

Then I get a pitcher of sweet feed and go to milk Clover.  I have her shut in to keep her kids off her, and I want to make sure she has all she can eat hay to get her strength back.

After milking, I have to go in and take care of the milk.  It is immediately filtered and put in the refrigerator or freezer.  Because Clover was just wormed, I also have to keep her milk separate.

Clover

Then I go check on my old ladies.  I have to keep an eye on Minnie. She is old and growing weak.  I know she won’t be around much longer.

Minnie Pearl

Then it’s time to go check Purple 11.  We are still waiting on her calf.

Purple 11

That is generally walking half way out to the back hill; although, I was very happy the morning we had rain to see she was in the barnyard yet.

When I get done with the barnyard chores, it’s time for the house chores.  Sky wants to play.  For some reason, he seems to be a play-in-the-morning kind of pup.

Sky (with the remains of a plant) and Snickers

Bob and Snickers both go in and out of the house several times.

Bob

I make sure the dog and cats have food.

Rocky

Finally, while I’m making Snickers his poached egg, I get to start my coffee brewing.   I’m also usually playing tug-of-war or fetch the ball with Sky while I’m cooking.  He is a maniac.

I think I’m about ready for fewer morning chores.