28Jan26: bored and perplexed…

I’m sorry Andy. I finally found
– I hope –
your previous kitty food that you liked. Sadly, it won’t arrive here till next Tuesday.

I think Andy’s bored with dry food.

Yes, even Greenies!

He’s had to make Doug with dry because [famous pet supply place that should defined their products a lot clearer] sent Andy 24 cans of this weird cat food for seniors that looks like dry cat food in gravy

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Yum?

I put an amount Andy might eat on the plate. After all those Greenies, I don’t think it’ll be much.

Gotta mush it down so Andy doesn’t choke on big chunks.

A bit of water to hydrate/dilute the mess helps mush it down. Then I zap it for a few seconds since it was refrigerated.

“Andy! Kitty food!”

What a little hero! He doesn’t finish it, but he licks that slop up!

27Feb26: What’s up?

Feeling a bit punk today. This will be a short one.

Andy’s fine, but unhappy with the canned food that looks like gravy over plain old dry kitty food. I try to mash the mess down to make it more like pate, but you can’t mess with a kitty when it comes to food!

(I’ve reordered the hairball formula pate kitty food. It will arrive in one to three days. The slop in the can is for senior cats but is of a size that a cat with poor teeth could choke on it if they couldn’t chew it into smaller chunks. P.S. Andy has excellent dental health, thanks to a lifelong appetite for Greenies! His veterinarian was surprised.)

26Jan26: Yay! Wednesday roll time!

Bret showed up with a Danish that had a hint of almond and lots of cinnamon.

Andy thought it might be kitty food, too.

Happily, it was not!

Andy got up on my shredder.

He head bumped the back of my head or just sniffed it. I felt a fuzzy presence on my neck at least!

Tongue out. Giving me a Bronx cheer? Surely not!

Earlier, Andy insisted that the bowl was empty….

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Andy sat on my shredder.

Do you see what I just noticed? Something right out of the 1960’s….

“…Bat Kattt…!”

25Jan26: SOTU speech…

It’s the annual ritual…

…of the State of the Union speech.

Andy’s baffled.

“???”

“Don’t worry, Andy. You aren’t allowed to vote, even in red states.”

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I mean to watch this annual speech. It doesn’t matter if I voted for the current president or not, I feel watching this speech is part of being an informed, good citizen.

That noted, I fell asleep early, perhaps within ten or so minutes at the start. I missed the other party’s response and most of the pundits’ analysis later.

Have I ever survived one of these speeches? I think I stayed awake for every one up to…? I don’t think I have ever seen one completely through.

24Feb26: not ready….

Oh no!

Time for a new blog post and Andy and I pretty much slept through it.

23Feb26: a little surprise for Andy…

He ran ahead of me when all I had was a cup of tea.

He sensed something on the wind….

Woohoo! ‘Nip!

I offered it to Andy.

Sniff! Sniff!

He pondered this treat…

…then smooshed his kitty mug into it!
‘Nip is good.

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Andy’s staying away from me just now. He has a huge mat on his right side that I’ve tried to break down.

Poor kitty! I know it is unpleasant to have me work on it, but little by little, I’m getting it broken down and partially combed out

See that light gray toward his tail? That’s the mat as far as I’ve managed to get.

I think I got the worst of it. Unless more is showing, I’ll give Andy a break from dematting today. I know it is uncomfortable when I break down these really big ones.

I think I see a bit more of that mat. Poor kitty! I will hang back for the rest of the day. He put up with a lot on that one mat.

22Feb26:Sunday lunch…

Andy kitty food.

Typical: he leaves a lot.

I don’t know how to change that.

Regardless, I had a lot of shredded chicken breast left over. I made several chicken enchiladas, plated two, the number I felt I’d eat, and a simple lettuce and tomato salad. I left some of the salad. As for chicken burritos, I live in a big beef-raising area and prefer beef as the taco/burrito/enchilada/etc. filling. Chicken enchiladas…meh! I’ll work my way through them.

On top of it, I have several baggies of this chicken breast in the refrigerator freezer. Six months from now, I’ll see if I used or dump them. Freezer meals, sadly, aren’t my forte!

Yes, Andy hovered vulture-like over my enchiladas meal!

21Feb26: the banana was getting marginally too ripe.

A banana that approaches “too ripe” makes a perfect peanut butter- banana-on-toast sandwich.

Andy, of course, was sure kitties would like it.

He watched me closely while I ate it.

Eventually, he decided it probably wasn’t for kitties.

To which I saluted him with my coffee!

Greenies are for kitties, but you know that, Andy.

20Feb26: “Not kitty food, Andrew.”

Just sit there, Andy.

Nothing on my plate is kitty food!

Not the peach slices fruit cup.

Not the peaches in yogurt.

Not the coffee or what I just finished eating – scrambled eggs with chopped onion, ham, green pepper, shredded cheddar, topped with salsa pecante. No, some of it you might have eaten, but the combination…not kitty food!

Boop!

19Feb26: Tuh duh!

Something good happened yesterday!

Did something happen to Andy?

No!

I got a haircut.

Andy didn’t notice.

Eat Greenies, then have a pleasant afternoon nap. That was Andy’s plan.