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Showing posts with label 6 months. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 12, 2009

6 Things I Love About Cabana


Cabana turned 6 months old last week, but I only got the idea for this post yesterday. To commemorate Cabana's monthly "birthday", I will post some things that I particularly enjoy about her, one for each month of her age.

So here's this month's six (easy this first time since I've had 4 months to draw from):
1. She goes around puddles instead of through them.
2. She likes to snuggle when we watch TV.
3. She still does her happy dance when it's feeding time.
4. She never makes a peep in her crate.
5. She patiently lets me wipe the goopies out of her eyes.
6. She doesn't mess with snails on the sidewalk (blecch, nothing would upset me more).

Look what a big girl she is, weighing in at 40 pounds.

We have been enjoying the beautiful weather this weekend. Cabana likes to be outside with me when I work in the garden (lots of weeds to pull). Our yard is pretty small but completely fenced, so I let her meander around and sniff at will. She has gotten MUCH better about not eating leaves, tan bark, and whatnot. Cabana loves it when I turn on the hose to water the plants, and I let her have her first drink from the hose this afternoon. It's the little things in life that bring such pleasure!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Sittin' in the Morning Sun

Cabana is 6 months old today--happy half birthday to youuuu, Cabana! Here's a photo I took of her this morning, wrapped around the leg of our piano. She loves to find the sunny spot in the room.

Yesterday, I gave Cabana a much-needed brushing. She's shedding so much, I'd think she was going bald. Look how much fur I removed from her coat, even though I brushed her a week ago!


The weird thing is that Cabana would like nothing better than to EAT that whole pile of fur. Blecch! I can somewhat understand the appealing crunch factor of wanting to eat a piece of bark or even wanting to sample the flavor of a pebble--but I don't see WHAT could be desirable about having a big clod of your own fur in your throat. I know cats do it all the time, but they can't help it--it's just a byproduct of trying to be clean. There's no redeeming quality in eating fur just for the sake of eating it!

Note to self--don't wear black sweatpants the next time you decide to give Cabana a good brushing. It's just not a good idea.