Good kitty, Mort. Chow down as much as you can, OK? Your humans are happier when they see you have a good appetite.
I initially trained Kizzy to wait until I told her to eat. She would wait , anxiously, for the command, “Kizzy Eat”. I’ve done this with all my dogs, but Kizzy is the first to stick with it.
Bob and Mort hanging out:
Bob in his new red-neck camo/K9 collar:
Bob thanking me for his new collar:
Oh, I do like that thank you picture. 
Our big dog has to wear the Cone of Shame this week.
Action shot!
“Are you laughing at me?”
Nope, just booping the cute nose. Want ear scritches, since you can’t reach them yourself?
It turns out that instead of a cat, I accidentally got a cat-shaped dog. I got a bubble carrier for Cygnus and he loves going on walks. And by that I mean I carry him around so he can survey his domain. He jumps right into the carrier when I call him over.
On the advice of a dog trainer, I trained Bernie to do the same. He was very good about it, but it was just about the only discipline training that ever took. Oh, he’d sit on command and stuff, but consistently coming when called? Fuggetabouttit! He’d come happily running sometimes, but only if he felt like it.
Bobby-Boy is similar. We do the sit and wait for me to say “okay” for him to eat - every meal. He’s really awesome with it. With treats or with his magic biscuit he’ll run through every trick he knows right on point. When he’s running free … I can call him to me most of the time, but every once in a while he just says fuck it and goes on walk-about. Usually it’s just into the neighbor’s yard or across the street and I stand there trying not to yell to loud but trying to sound firm, “Bob, get your goddamn ass back here, right now!” It’s the “right now” that usually gets him.
Kizzy at agility class
She is loving this.
Like she was born to do it!
The difficult part will be deciding what to do next.
Luna and I @ 54th street, celebrating.
Luna is not a big eater. Literally the only dog I’ve had who would not have torn apart that hamburger in a fury of drool and gobble. Is she watching her weight, I wonder?
Sassy (tabby) and Shamus (Maine Coon) would both happily go into carriers as soon as they were pulled out. Carriers mean getting to go hang out on the swing in the screen house.
He’s definitely learned that getting into the carrier means an exciting walk around the neighborhood! I’m just surprised that it’s not just easy to get him in, but that I have to keep him away if I’m not going on a walk. Once he got in without me even being next to it and meowed until I zipped it up and took him for a walk.
My previous cat Nibbler wasn’t too bad about carriers, but definitely didn’t love them. And I’ve heard of cats that yowl constantly when we’re put inside one. So getting a cat that actively enjoys it was a surprise.
I was feeling generous today; Bobby got a new toy.
Rikki and Becky helping on laundry day.
They sure do.
Until recently I was unaware that Maine Coon kittens don’t come with the stereotypical MC traits factory installed, and I’ll confess to being a little disappointed that Poe doesn’t act more like Shamus (who was a couple months older upon adoption than Poe is now). But the older he gets, the more alike Poe acts, as if the traits are coming online.
In the past few months he’s begun chirping a lot more, and learned the headbutt of affection, though that’s still rare. Just this week he did something I’ve only ever had Shamus do before: press his face hard into your palm. That was something Shamus did a lot, so it tickled me to obseve it again.
Zoey does that all the time!
A slightly different kind of pet picture. Cygnus has two canines on each side:
As far as I know, this is common in kittens, and not a problem as long as the deciduous teeth fall out in a few weeks. In the meantime, it looks a little weird.