And boy, do they require attention. I feel like I have a couple of toddlers in the house again. They follow me wherever I go (even the bathroom!). They constantly want to be fed and, gah, are they are picky eaters. They like their naps. They pee a lot. They get me up in the middle of the night and early morning hours are routine. A day doesn't go by that someone doesn't have an "accident" or pukes somewhere in the house.
I find if I don't hear them snoring at night, I lie awake worrying.
When I walk past them I have to stop until I am sure they are breathing. Simba lost her hearing about a year ago so we have our own little sign language. Her eyesight is fading but the one sense she has always used the most - her sense of smell - is sharper than ever. Her nickname of Sniffy McSnifferson is well-deserved ~ sniff every blade of grass, every snowflake. Trust me ~ a walk with her will never garner a cardio workout!
If A-choo doesn't wake me up at 4am crying to be fed, I think she's dead. Oh and I promised to explain her nickname ~ Cry Baby Ranch. In the past year she has become quite vocal and her way of getting my attention is to cry relentlessly - until I feed her. So I started calling her Cry Baby. Then it evolved into Cry Baby Ranch because there is a funky, fun store on Larimer Street in Denver called Cry Baby Ranch. So now it makes total sense, right?
They require a lot of attention and a lot of patience. But I ask you how could you possibly resist these little faces?? I know their time with us is limited ~ and I am so grateful for the joy and laughter and unconditional love they have given us over the years...
Hug your critters today and ~
Mornin' peeps! Y