The Not So Perfect Storm

I was on full alert last night. Around 11:30pm or so, a huge storm blew into our area. I tried my best to protect the people from it by sticking as close to them as I could and constantly pacing the around house. The tall one had gotten out of bed and was checking out the crazy wind and rain from the back porch when we all heard the loudest noise EVER. The short one jumped out of bed from her sleep, saying her ear actually hurt a little from the loud boom. The tall one came rushing in from the outside. The little one...well...he didn't even make a peep. After looking around through the windows, they found that a tree in our yard, often speculated to be the tallest one in the neighborhood, was struck by lightning right outside the bedrooms...scary. Here are some pics I had the tall one snap this morning while I recovered from my long night of being "on duty".

The Magic Chair vs. The Magic Closet

I cannot decide which is more glorious. The magic chair...


or the magic closet that contains my treats and bones...


Both seem to benefit me in many ways, as I get tasty treats from both. The short one found me staring at the magic closet in the dark this evening and caught me trying to open it using mental telepathy. Turns out, that really is just a bunch of bunk because it did not work...not even a little. Never mind the fact that I had just finished a bone. I wanted more.

The magic chair has started pouring out food to me...finally! It seems the little one has learned to feed himself Cheerios and "puffs". He's gotten the hang of it just in the past few days, but much to my satisfaction, he still misses his mouth quite often. Being the silly humans that they are, they keep giving him more...therefore...giving ME more. It's awesome.

Bad Attitude

I'm ready to admit it. I've had a bad attitude. For the past six months, the little one has been dominating the attention around here and I'm starting to see why. Don't get me wrong, I still don't want that thing to touch me, but he's started to get my attention with interesting new smells and things to taste. I've managed to touch him (on my terms) a few times, but still turn my back on him and walk away when he tries to reach out to me. I do enjoy it when he drools all over the place though because I'm right there to help clean up anything I can so the short one has less work to do in the day. He seems to enjoy eating, so that's a bonus for me. He's not feeding himself just yet but I know it's coming...and so will the food on the floor. Right now, he's into Cheerios but can't quite seem to get them in his mouth yet. The short one breaks them in half for him, so it's hard to find any if they do get dropped down to me. Man, I can't wait for him to grow up like Norm's little one...she feeds me right from her chair!