A New Day

Hey! It's a new day! I'm gonna try to add some pics today. They will be my first. I have so much work to do at my real job. I may have to bring some home for the weekend. I am off for vacation next week, and I am supposed to be going to the beach with my mom, but I may have to put that on hold. I may even just work and take vacation later. But I really need a vacation.

I took this storm cloud pic outside the hospital. I was visiting a relative. This how work seems to be lately. I can never catch up. But I shouldn't complain. That's job security. There are a lot of people out there who wish they just had a job! I have a decent one. And I recently got a truck!! I have a pic, but it's not a good one. It's a used truck, but it's in terrific shape. It's a 1993 Chevy Silverado. I'll add a pic later.

Well, it's time to show y'all some of the gang. Let's start with Max. He's my baby. He's so loyal. He does this bark/howl everyday when I get home from work. I take him a Minnie out, and when we come in he jumps right in my lap and lays down.

He's so "motherly", too. When Prissy had kittens he went in several times a day just to lick the kittens. I think he thought they were his kittens. He tries to do the same with the bitties. Speaking of Prissy.

She's so rotten, too. She likes to sleep on the end tables in the living room or the night stands in the bedroom. Here she's on the back of the couch with her head hanging down. She's so skinny and small. She eats well and is healthy, though. Her kittens went to the pound :( I hated doing that, but they would have been too much.

This is them. This was taken just a few hours after they were born. I was so looking forward to sleeping in Saturday morning. But NOOO WAAAAAYY!!! Prissy climbed in a suit case under the bed and had her kittens at 4:30 in the morning, Saturday, April 18. And they meowed loud enough to wake me up. That was it. There was no going back to sleep.

Well, I have to get out of here. Let me throw a few pics o' the chicks up here. This is Bucky.

He's the mean one. He doesn't just try to spur you. He will even try to bite you. Mike has gotten him out and held him. Well, he can't spur you that way. So he turns his head every which way he can to try to bite you!! And he's loud. He likes to be heard. He crows all the time. When the weather was cooler I was sleeping with the window open. Bucky would start crowing at 1, 2, 3 o'clock in the morning. I swear, I think he was doing it on purpose. He's not that far from the house. So I would have to close the window just to get back to sleep.

I better try to get some work done. I will try to get back with you guys this afternoon. Have a good one!!