Birthday girl

Moxie turned one year old yesterday, and she's ENORMOUS! She is 14 pounds according to the bathroom scale. The vet says she isn't particularly fat, just bulky.

She is still kitten-y in temperament, despite being larger than most full-grown cats.

And because this blog is supposedly about Kona, here he is cuddling up on a bean bag with my daughter and a good book.

Squeaky (whiny?) clean

Kona managed to roll in something foul the other day, so he was less than April fresh. He had also gotten some fleas recently so it was time for a bath. He was... unenthusiastic. I couldn't get any pictures of him in the tub as I needed both hands to deal with him, but here he is post-cleansing.

I think he figured he was safe on base there.

He doesn't have a lot of fur, so it didn't take much to get him dried off.

Looking a bit ruffled.

It was unusually warm here for November, so once he was dry I let him back out (under supervision to make sure he didn't re-stinkify himself). I think he forgave me once I started grilling. 

And on the eighth day, God created WEBER. And is was soooo goooood!

Kona got a piece, of course.

Three years gone.

Zeke died on this day in 2012. He is still missed.

I think Kona is being a little TOO patient

Moxie seems to have settled in well. She's definitely less nervous about Kona.

K: Can I have my bed back, now?

M: ATTACK!!!

Adapting Well

I think Kona and Moxie are getting used to each other.

A New Roomie

The girls got a new cat today from the shelter. Moxie (short for "Macchiato"), a 4 month old calico-tabby. She's been spayed and still has her claws. She's sweet and shares the mad amazement at the world of all kittens. The introductions to Kona are going slowly. Starting with a meet & greet through a closed baby gate.

As you can see, there was some arching of backs and a little hissing at first, but I think they are slowly getting used to each other. I suspect it will be at least a couple days before they are okay to be left unsupervised without being separated. 

 

Inspecting her new digs.

Dawg Days of Winter

We (the DC area) had a (hopefully) final dump of snow this past week. Kona and Nala got a good romp or two in. Afterwards, it was time to snooze with one of the peoples (my 8yo) by the heat vent.

Moose R.I.P.

Moose was put down today. We didn't expect such a fast decline, but he was 21. He was having kidney failure. The vet came to the house and we were all with him to say goodbye. We buried him by Zeke. Nothing else to say, really. We loved him very much. He will be greatly missed.

Moose

Rest in Peace

1994-2015

3/21

So Kona is 3 years old now. He's come a long way from when we first got him. I need to exercise him more and ramp up his obedience training again, but he's a very sweet dog.

A bigger milestone is our cat, Moose, has reached the venerable age of TWENTY-ONE years old! His health is not great, but it's not terrible. I worry that his eyesight is starting to go, but the vet will look at him next week and we shall find out. He has lost weight again, but is still puttering about the place and has a good appetite.

At this point, any time he has left (without pain) is a bonus. As long as he isn't suffering, we'll keep him as happy as we can.