There are always 2 noses within close proximity to whatever it is I'm doing in the kitchen. Hopefully I won't mistake Wrig's noise for a big black olive and Chum's for a tiny turnip and chop them right up with the food.
I had some left over chicken that I shredded for them, so I took a photo of Chum about to pounce on the food. He's such a gobbler, but it makes me happy to see him enjoying food again (even as it flies out of his tiny mouth when he hisses at me).
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Heeeeeee's baaaaaack! Hooray for Chum-meister and his trusty sidekick, Sir Wrigs A Lot! (Actually, Chumley just side kicks Wrigley a lot, very abusive that one.)
So good to see his feisty little noggin back in action. Love your beasts beyond belief. I so do!
You know, I've been reading these recent news articles on "feral" children, who have grown up without touch, affection, or were separated from their natural nurturing environment too early, and I can't help it, even though the articles are about human babies, my thoughts go right back to Chumley!!!!
so cute. Glad chums is feeling better...and hissing again. :)
My dogs are under my feet while cooking...they make me nuts. One day someone will be shanked in the kitchen. I just hope it is not me.
Wrigs nose??? Chums turnips???
Ouch!
:-)
You know, the kitchen is like the El Dorado for dogs and cats.
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