An update on the kids....

Dingo seems depressed most of the time, but she has a lot of fun when we take her to the park. The problem we are having with her is that she is eating Ed’s litter. And I don’t mean in the way dogs normally do – just from the litter box. She also sticks her head in the bag of clean litter and munches on it. The problem is that we are using the World’s Best Cat Litter because it is really good stuff. It is made of corn, not clay, so he doesn’t track stuff all over the place and it doesn’t smell as bad and Ed likes it. But, the catch is, it apparently still tastes enough like corn to a big German Shepherd that she thinks it’s a treat. If we hide the bag, she goes into the litter box. We didn’t have this problem back home because we had a Litter Maid inside a cat tent and she couldn’t really get to it. I guess we are going to have to start hiding Ed’s litter box…

Abbie has gotten over her need to tell us that she is upset. She seems pretty happy most of the time, now. It’s funny, though – you can always tell when she’s done something bad because she starts doing this happy, butt-waggling dance. I guess she knows she’s about to be punished, and she wants to have some fun first. We try to take her with us when we do road trips because she loves the car so much. I think we need to see how she does on a train, too…

Emma is… Well, she’s Emma. She doesn’t really care where she is, as long as one of us is petting her or feeding her, or both. She is the only one who is actually really happy. I think that she is usually really hot because she has so much fur, and it’s a bit cooler here, so she is more comfortable.

Ed is another story all together. He seems to be okay, but ever since he got here, he started losing weight. We’ve taken him off diet food altogether and we have him on Senior food. It’s odd though, I really think he’s forgotten that he is a cat, in some ways. He begs for food, just like the dogs do. And it isn’t just when we have tuna or chicken or lamb. I was eating a hunk of bread the other day, and he begged for some, so I gave it to him expecting him to spit it out so Emma could eat it, and instead, Ed ate it himself! I think he’s going senile in his old age and really thinks he’s a dog.

All in all, they are doing well. They are adjusting, as much as possible. And, it will be easier when we get a better place where Dingo has a bit more room.