There's a leg. And there's another leg under the dining table.
And there's scattered dry food. Everywhere.
A bowl.
But the rest of the food bowl stand, and another food bowl are missing.
He looks, and he looks.
And there it is.
Under the bed. With Peanut's tags attached.
Apparently under one of Nutters routine 40 trips to the food bowl, his tags were caught in the stand. His struggle to free himself took him through the dining table, around the living room, and under our bed ripping out his tags from his collar. Poor guy. So traumatized, as soon as Nicholas got the food bowls all set up again, Peanut stopped in for another therapeutic snack.
A quick stop at the Petsmart tiny doggie isle brought us to the most appropriate kitty shirt ever! Peanut now has a little Old Navy hoodie and the signature Hieu-household black t-shirt. (Everyone in this house has a black t-shirt) He's not quite as dressed up as say... my friends's pets, but he's starting to build up a wardobe.
So here's Peanut in his new "I really don't like the vacuum" T, sleeping on his Ikea mouse in his Ikea tent.
Peanut bids farewell to his adoring fans
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Our very own Spaceman Spiff made his way into his dryer-capsule high atop the stacking washer/dryer and spoke a very heartfelt farewell to his fans and family. Wasn't sure where he was going this time, or if he would make it back home. He thought for sure, he would go somewhere never seen by any kitty in history.
Turns out, the boys were hungry. They were used to being fed at 7 in the morning during the week, and didn't fancy us sleeping in as their tummies rumbled. Peanut must have figured out that food came shortly after Nicholas' phone vibrated at 7am. Since it hadn't vibrated this morning, food wasn't going to be served. So he found his way onto the dresser and tried to revive said phone in the hopes of summoning foods.
And this whole time we thought he was just a box of rocks. Turns out, there's some grey matter in those rocks.
For the love of the little guy
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Vivaldi
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It was about to be that time of year for the boys. Time for a checkup and obligatory anti-cootie shots. Nicholas got them in their going-out clothes and I met them at the vet’s office yesterday. Peanut turned out to be the lady’s man. Soft as a bunny and oh-so-cute. His checkup went well. He gained a little weight and got a little longer it seems. Vivi’s checkup wasn’t so happy. He got the regular checkup plus butt-squeeze (to avoid future butt-sack ruptures). He also had to get blood work done to check for abnormalities that may be causing his IBS.
Lessons learned from this trip: Peanut does not like car rides. He has a genuine fear of the outside.
Today, Nicholas is taking Vivi back for more definitive tests and re-hydration. It seems that his thyroid readings were “questionable” which could be the reason why he’s been leaving puddles of pee in inappropriate places. We shall see. I love my little old man. It’s been 11 years. He better be around for another 20.
Only to find dead bodies.
4 of them.
According to one guy, the smelly stuff they sold me suffocated the babies because it pulled out the oxygen. Another guy said it was the nitrogen level. And then he told me that plant that looked eatened... does that on a regular basis. Then it comes back.
My babies died for no reason.
We're hoping there will be fixing of the situation. *crossing fingers*
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I also found out it wasn't the teeny algae eaters, my plants were apparently under nutriented. That or the guys wanted to sell me more smelly stuff to put in the water.
I did actually go home with two khuli loaches. I apparently need a third, according to popular sources. But I also found out that this cool little aquarium store has all kinds of shrimp in all kinds of colors! Red, blue-ish grey, orange, peppermint striped, all kinds! I'm going to pick up a little tank and start me a collection of these little critters!
And a puppy. But I think Nick'll say no. To a puppy, not my shrimps. Shrimps = Good.
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