Charlie B. and Remington P.

Remi loves to get Charlie in trouble. He walks by him, gently rubbing his tail under Charlie’s nose, teasing him mercilessly. When Charlie launches, he gets yelled at, and Remi walks away, laughing as he goes. Lately he has been doing this more and more, encouraging Charlie to do his playful little dance, ready to tug-of-war with Remi, and Remi bats at him with his imaginary claws. Charlie hops around with his front legs on the floor, butt high in the air, tail wagging, desperate to play with this furry little kitty who always manages to get away. It is really quite funny to watch, but at 15 years old, Remi is not the tough “warrior” cat he once was, so we do not encourage Charlie, with his pointy puppy teeth, to launch at him. But despite how often Remi tries to lure Charlie into his trap, we know that he secretly loves having him around. They sleep together on the couch. They stare together out the window. They are buddies. Pals. Friends. Just don’t ask Remi, because he would never admit it…

Can we keep him?

I am so that glad my kids are not afraid to touch things. They stick their hands into dark, damp holes and don’t even think twice about it. I admire this about them. Their courage, their bravery. Or perhaps it falls more along the lines of craziness and insanity? I am not exactly sure, but must they bring home everything they find?

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I have gotten used to the various lizards, some living and some not so much. I am not sure how they manage to find some of the little guys, but they do have a talent for it. I guess they get tired of lizards after a while and feel the need to mix it up a little. I am not sure if I should be grateful for this or not, but it doesn’t seem to matter one way or another. They bring home their new “friends” regardless.

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Isn’t he just adorable? All right, maybe adorable isn’t quite the right word here. I turned down multiple offers to pet him, and instead encouraged the kids to take him on home, to his home, that is. I am sure his mama was missing him.

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And then there was the turtle, which Nathan found just this afternoon. Unfortunately, this little guy must have had a rough winter, because he was dead. Learning this made Natie cry because he loves turtles so much. But he did what any turtle-lover would do, he buried him. And after a short service, he went off in search of a live one.

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I am sure that if he does not find another turtle, he will find something else worthy of bringing home. Another toad perhaps, or some more caterpillars, another bird or a baby bunny. And when the kids arrive home with their new-found friend, they will ask the age-old question:

“Can we keep him?”

Turtle on Board

I’m not sure who had more fun with this, me or Remington P Cat, because I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Flash. For those of you who have not spent a lot of time around red-eared sliders, they are amazingly funny turtles. I never would have thought that such a critter would have so much personality, but Flash makes me laugh every day. She swims around her tank chasing my finger, and “talks” to me while I make fish faces at her. I don’t make a habit of putting Flash on the floor, but Remi wanted to say Hi, and he is such a nice kitty that I wasn’t worried about him hurting her.

Flash was quick to forgive me for her humiliation, though. Once I put her back in her freshly cleaned tank, she started “talking” to me again.   

PS – No turtles were harmed in the taking of these photos. 🙂