I’ll be thinking of all of you and hoping you can get in some quality cuddle time. {{{{{ tonka & his flyboy family }}}]}
And behind the dresser, and in the closet, and no doubt some got dumped into the trash. I just can’t get to his furniture without mountain climbing equipment. 
{{{{{Tonka}}}}}
{{{{Flyboy Mrs. Flyboy and Tonka }}}}
Update: I have amputated his foot trimmed some of Gordie’s toenails.
Veggie bed has been weeded and sunflower seedlings have been transplanted. And all the veggies have had a dose of MiracleGro. I’ve cleared the way for the water heater installation. I think I’m done with manual labor for the day.
FCD and I went to Red Robin for lunch. I got the grilled chicken salad - it was HUGE!!! I think supper will be leftover ribs and whatever I decide for sides.
We neglected to bring in the mail on Saturday (rain, you know) so today we got the first bill for FCD’s back - something over $300 for the initial consult (we haven’t met our deductible yet.) More to come, of course. And tomorrow, he’s going to make an appointment with his knee doc. Eventually, we’ll meet the deductible, so there’s that. I should probably check to see how much it’ll be < deep bracing breath > 
The Princess is usually quite excited to see me get home from irk, but that’s because that means canned goo for supper shortly (she always has her dry food).
Back from nail prettification. Laundry looms.
You don’t have to if you don’t want to! 
Found a few under my daughter’s bed after she moved out…
{{{{Tonka and family}}}}
Lady SCAdian refers to this evolution as “toe amputation”
Our groomers remember Higgs because she’s such a, um, challenge when it comes to a pedicure. They get tipped well!
Pixel is my alarm clock. She’s a black/white tuxedo cat with single white hairs across her back, like pixels. She and her sister Havoc are named after book cats. The literary Havoc was owned by Haviland Tuf, while the story Pixel was Heinlein’s “The Cat Who Walked Through Walls.”
Afternoon all. All shopping has been completed so except for the usual bits-and-pieces Moanday stop at Publix, should be good for June. Only 2 stops needed. It’s 78F outside but still pretty cool in the house, so giving both the heat and AC the day off. Nappage is a possibility if I should lay down, so we’ll see.
quietly, I’m going to have to dig out my copy of Tuf Voyaging now that you mentioned it. A most interesting character, surprised no one has developed it into a movie (or added the character to their own movie…).
{{{Flyboy family}}}
Bumba, my nephew has two bloodhounds, they are friendly dogs but like you say, not small.
Seanette, 105F is hot anywhere/anytime. Good luck in the Pit of Woe…
BooFae, glad life is slipping back to normal; hope all stay healthy.
A belated Happy Birthday, WetOne!!!
Taters, we’ll expect pictures once your bird-feeding masterpiece is complete.
OK, I feel to urge to go horizontal for about an hour. All y’all take care.
Cats excel at being alarm clocks. It’s one of their primary duties, in addition to demanding food and sitting in your lap right as you need to get up and do things. 
It never gets easier.
Good on your vet for giving you a concrete sign; takes some of the guesswork out of it.
So THAT’S what that howling throughout The Force signified.
And since I have 3, I rarely get a chance to get up and do things.
I think I’m a kill-joy. I don’t like celebrating Memorial Day, though I do commemorate it. We need a separate day for celebrating the unofficial start of summer, like the Saturday preceding. OK, sorry to harsh any buzzes.
WetOne, a very happy birthday to you! Glad you’ve had days of swellabrating!
flyboy, here’s to sweet last days and the wonderful years leading up to them.
All you found was spoons? I found mugs and glasses I’d forgotten we even owned. When my son moved out of the dorm, the university’s dishes, glasses, and silverware stacked outside each door would have supplied an entire cafeteria. Kids these days. Also those days, though I speak only of one sister. The rest of us didn’t eat in our rooms much.
I miss dogs. Sending scritches to all yours, with extras to Gordie as recompense for his trauma.
Goo started meowing about 0530 this morning. She was very insistent. Since my bladder was starting to think about waking me up, I got up. I put some kibble in the bowl and headed toward the bathroom. Goo chased me. ‘Dad! Dad! You’re not done yet!’ I followed her back to the bowl and stroked her back. She chowed down and purred. She doesn’t make ‘mom’ pet her to eat!
Awww…
The thing is, ‘Pet me so I can eat’ is a Tonka thing.
Felix (previous cat) was a social eater. Had to be petted before eating commenced. Allie (current cat, aka the Princess) does that occasionally.
Right now, she’s hanging out under the bed. Why is unclear. Things are quiet here right now.
Sleepy, but need to stay up to deal with problems like laundry. Coke Zero does not seem to suffice.
Well, those too…
We feed Gideon in the loo, so we can shut the door and keep Angel out of his expensive kidney-diet food. He prefers to have someone sitting on the toilet while he eats, and usually stops and heads for the door as soon as you stand up.