What does the B do in her spare time?

Scratch...
















scratch...















and

lick.

B.R. 5/21/09 -- Upset Stummy

Today was marked by the baby's continued upset stomach. I knew she/we was/were in for a tough day when I first heard the churn-y, squirty sounds emanating from her tummy. The day proceeded as such: She'd rest, then we'd play, and then she'd look kinda confused and shortly thereafter she would disappear. If I ever wondered where she'd gone, all would be explained by the squirty, squishy sounds coming from the bathroom. I'd have to be careful and listen for my cue to enter -- that is, the sound of her paws scratching on her wee pad -- or else she might run out of the bathroom with stuff stuck to her bum. Once I didn't follow her quickly enough and she ran out to the living room wherein she began to do her butt-scoot. And that was the second (of three) Flor tiles that I had to clean today. Some days, like today, I'm ever so thankful that I went with Flor as opposed to a regular rug. So.Thank.Ful.

Sadly for the baby she has had nothing to eat today but Nutri-cal. She hated it. Absolutely loathed it with every inch of her teeny frame. But what can she do. Nothing, that's what. And the reason is because I don't want her keeling over from hypoglycemia cuz she didn't eat all day.

Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day for her (and the Flor tiles).

Meanwhile, Memphis is his happy-go-lucky self; and he may have been even happier than usual because he didn't have to share any of his wet food. He did, however, have a bad kitty moment tonight when he tried to steal the baby's dinner.

Chillin'

The b knows how to chill, that's for sure.

Though, is it just me or are other people also curious as to why dogs like to rest/sleep with their leggies pointing straight out?

You know, like zombie arms. Specifically, I'm thinking about Chinese zombies a/k/a 僵屍 (jiang shi) since they're known for their straight-armed posin'.

Alternately, anyone else reminded of double-legged Third Reich, Hitler saluts?

Am I right, or am I right?

Chihuahuas of the Air (redux)

In my ever-constant search for the chihuahua-equivalent of flying animals, I'd forgotten to that there are more flight-capable animals than birds. Duh. Anyway, I present to you the Honduran White Bat (Ectophylla alba) a/k/a small cottonballs of cuteness:

Memphis was a bitz last night

Of late, Mister Mister has taken to mewing rather loudly in the middle of the night while he wanders from room to room. I don't know what the problem is but I'm hoping that this behavior will be short-lived. As it is, he's being quite the bitz by constantly waking the the other denizens of our little abode at all hours of the night. Anyway, let's hope for his sake that there will be fewer instances caterwauling, cuz if he doesn't, I'll have to introduce him to my little friend -- the squirt bottle.

Baraklingon, or fun with Photoshop

From today's NYT --->

Also captioned, "Trekkies, er, Trekkers... we are everywhere."

Catching Up

Readers will be happy to hear that the animuls are safe and sound. As promised, I've returned from being out of town for the past couple of weeks. Part of the for the reason seen in the footage below:


I have to admit that the whole thing was a bit surreal seeing my little sister getting hitched. That's the thing, I suppose... that is, no matter what, I'll always think of her as my little sister:

Memphis isn't safe either

In case anyone thought that Memphis is safe while the b is being menaced, well, I'm sad to report that he hasn't escaped unscathed.

Oh. The. Humanity.

Don't worry animuls. I shall return in a couple of days.

Until then...

good luck.

Menaced (again!)

Poor baby. Imma have to find a more reliable babysitter next time: