Rufus

This is Rufus, the kitten who died last night. Such a sweet guy who loved to sleep curled up near my neck each night.

Here is Rufus (center) with his sister Martha (left) and brother Louden.

It's back to work for me tomorrow. Arrgh. I'm really liking the four days off each week. Monday-Wednesday was productive with some housework and errands. I cooked dinner each night, something I hardly ever did before because of my work schedule. Tonight was pot roast with potatoes and carrots (yuck on the carrots, but Marty likes them) and homemade macaroni salad.

Marty is off to fencing for the evening, the dinner dishes are done and all is ready to feed the cats their canned food at 9PM. Not as simple as it sounds.

We have three cats with stomatitis and few teeth, so they get their canned food mixed with water for easy eating. Separate bowls of course. There is Nala minus many teeth with chronic sore gums who gets special food to make sure she eats enough nutrients. She needs her food pureed to a soup consistency with no lumps and won't eat unless I sit with her. The other cats get dry food and canned mixed together and placed on the community plates. Then there are the border cats, those who won't eat in the community and need their private bowls throughout their particular favorite spots in the house.

That is our daily routine for the cats' breakfast and dinner. They all munch on dry food during the day. Poor Marty, he takes care of breakfast on his own since I sleep in. But hey, he is the one who made the cats expect their twice daily canned food by feeding all of them instead of just the four who need the canned food. Now they throw fits if they don't get their treat. Marty is a soft heart, says he can't resist the sad eyes and mournful mews. The cats have trained him well.

Arrgh, back to work tomorrow. Or did I already say that? It deserves a repetition because I do not want to go to work.