Kevin, cats, and assorted nonsense

I knew I'd only get to work until 12:30 today, so I left home around 5 this morning, stopped for fuel, and got to work at 6:15.  At 12:30, I left work, hoping to see Kevin before they took him back to do the procedure.  I got there in time to wait for over an hour with him! LOL  They wheeled him away at 2:20, and I made a quick run down the street for my first food of the day.

I walked back into the surgery center at 2:29 and the lady said, "The Dr. was looking for you, they're all done."  WHAT?  ACK!  What a terrible wife.  LOL  Everything went fine, and I was able to go get him from recovery around 3:15.  He is sore, but no more so than usual, right now.  He's off work for 2 weeks, during which he'll be doing physical therapy.

Amy asked about Snowbelle.  Yes, we had cats before.  I got sick of being the one taking care of them, so two went to live with Mom, and one became the pampered pet of a neighbor.  The barn cats turned out to be good barn cats, and Snowbelle became the queen of the joint.  She pops out mouse chasing babies like there's no tomorrow, and lets Mom know when it's time to refill the food bowl.  You can see a picture here.

A few months ago, the girls took on a lot more responsibility around here.  It proved good for them, and things go rather smoothly.  We told them that we'd try cats again if they kept up the good work, and the right opportunity came along.  It came along this past weekend, so we have two new cats (fixed and front declawed and litter box trained) who the girls have named Simba and Nala.

He is orange, she is orange and white.  They don't look like lions, exactly, but he has a "mane" of hair around his head.  I'll post pictures later today, or tomorrow, when I can get some good ones.  They are still a bit skiddish about the new surroundings, and they've yet to be introduced to the dog.  We'll do that after they aremore comfortable here.  The basement is as big as the upstairs, so they are living down there, right now.  That way, they are with the girls while they sleep, getting used to being around them.

They're probably getting used to hearing snoring and farting and giggling, too, but that's a different matter.  Hopefully, the girls will keep up the good work, and take good care of them, so I don't resent them being here.  Or else, the cats better act like mine.  That's why Hawkeye gets to stay, with me doing most of the care.  He loves me.  That's all it takes.