Monte is having one of those I don't know, make me want something, days. I follow him around till he stops, smells something and then decides- nope not that. Over and over again until finally – Okay this should do. If you're going to force me. Maybe. :detective:

Monte had his dental surgery today. He seems to be doing well. A little wobbly, unsure of his step on account of all the medication but pain management seems to be under control. He was friendly when J brought him home, sought me out and accepted a few pats, circled his turf a bit, then plopped down and gave himself a spit bath. Just the spots where he was needle stuck for meds and labs. I was surprised to see him eating so soon after the procedure. The hygienist said to offer it but not to worry about how much he did or didn't eat. I offered a little and he ate every last bite. Now he's down for a nap and knowing he's okay I can feel a lot more relaxed. I'm lucky because the bill today was very close to the lower end of the quote and in addition J and my son paid part of Monte's vet bill for me as an early Mother's Day gift. Monte you stole my present!

Mine is spoiled! That's all you need to know, gets what she wants LOL

Well he has been camping with me all week. He was a good camper and enjoyed himself. He learned not to jump off the golf cart, especially when it is rolling.

But today he was so excited to get home when I let him out of the truck he ran around happily sniffing everything, he was just so happy to be free and not on a leash and harness. The boy is crashed between my feet now.

What, no partridge in a pear tree??

HOLY COW! 28 animals?

I have no idea how you manage!

Mine tries to sit in the drivers seat, while I'm pumping gas.

I swear she thinks, she can drive!

Bruno is doing everything he should. He's the perfect cat and housemate. He eats his food, uses his litter box, is not an escape artist, etc. He's just great. I'm the one with the issue. I'm having a hard time clipping his nails. My stomach turns at the thought of it. I'll just have to pay someone to do it till I can get a grip on this.

The worst I can say is that now he attacks my feet in the middle of the night. He gets on the bed and doesn't know that my feet (and not a toy mouse) is under the covers. It's not a problem since I don't have to be anywhere on most mornings. I'm amused by it. Could be worse. At one point I had wanted 2 cats, but Bruno is a loner so one is good.

Lucky me and Bruno.

Strawberry
 

My betta fish, Strawberry :heartbeat: lived to see another day. We're celebrating in casa del whacko!:fishswim:

It was his birthday so he ate cake and ice cream

Cost Me Money
 

Sleeping while i'm at work and while Im with her she cuddles alot, poor pumpkin has anxiety.

Played SmackDown out on the balcony and took out three house flies before they could get indoors. Then looked back and forth between me and his kill quizzically as if to say – So uh what do we do next, with the bodies, bury them or barbecue them?

Slept all day! her usual till I come home from work!