Whatever Happened to the Kids?

"Me and my Shadow!"

 The furry kind, I mean! It's been forever since I've written any Pierre and Shadow stories.  Aside from Pierre biting his doc, Mark French, at the Ridge Animal Hospital last week, it's been rather quiet here. (Dr. French: "Dr. Gates has a note on Pierre's chart that he's difficult to give pills to; is that true?" "Only if you value your fingers, doc." )  Pierre got a clean bill of health but his considerable bulk has everyone a tad bit worried.  He tops the kitty scale at 17 pounds. If he grows any bigger, we're going to have him walk onto the dog scale. And Dr. French, if you are reading this please don't feel bad; Pierre woke us both up this morning by biting us.  He's just that kind of cat. He bites with a gleam in his eye and without drawing blood, but unfortunately he does think his fangs are for communication rather than hunting.

Pierre on my desk.

As for Shadow, her allergies are under control, and we got an A+ for her coat condition. Aside from pollen allergies (which she has, and which we can't do anything about), she's doing well on just her special dog food and homemade dog biscuits.

Shadow

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So that is the update on the furry kids at Seven Oaks.  As for the human kind, there's so much nonsense this week in the news it's just making me angry, so I try to move on. The woman who gives her 8 year old daughter Botox - did you hear about that? Can you believe the absurdity, the abuse of injecting your kid with Botox?  And how does she have Botox AT HOME to inject her child with?  I was glad to read that there is an investigation into that.  Honestly, those pageant shows on television and the "dance recitals" where kids shimmy around in sexy, totally in appropriate costumes with sexualized dance moves make me want to throw up.  When will the madness stop?  When will we let little girls be little girls? When will we learn? Never, I guess.  Yikes, I'd better go back to work or else I'll rant more!