Sometimes, the sketches I do in Swedish class get a bit silly. I think we were talking about news when I did this…
Just wanted to let people know that Logan’s half-siblings (Naina’s second litter) are looking for new homes! Click the link for more information.
On yesterday’s post, Vagabondtabby commented: “…oh my GOD.
My Loiosh will sometimes go down the slide. I’ll hafta see what he thinks of the swings…”
Jacoby wasn’t so impressed with the slide. He walked down it. He was more captivated by the view from the top of it.
Angel was next to give it a go.
Kalle helped her.
She needed a little push to get started.
She wasn’t really much of a fan of the slide…Perhaps because she did it backwards.
Aby-friend Rachel posted this on Facebook, and I had to share it. Not only does it feature an Abyssinian for Aries…but my sign, Gemini, is a Singapura! I actually did laugh out loud when I saw it.
The first summer we were here, we took Jacoby out on his leash to check out the area around our apartment.
Björn pushed Jake on a swing.
I know it seems silly, but photos don’t lie…
…Jake loved being pushed in the swing by Björn. Don’t believe me?
Here’s a video.
And here is another video. Tell me that’s a cat who doesn’t want pushes on the swing?
She had most of her teeth extracted before we moved to Sweden, but she was still having problems with her teeth. And there is NO WAY I can brush her teeth! Believe me, I have tried. So has my vet back in Boston.
Angel has had a chipped canine for a while which hasn’t really bothered her, but her remaining molars were starting to dissolve, so we were referred by our vet to a dental specialist in nearby Falköping.
Angel and I took the train to Falköping. The specialist checked both her eyes and her teeth, and then she was sedated for her oral surgery.
Her molars were too dissolved to save, but her chipped canine was salvageable, and the vet saved it for me.
Angel now has only three teeth left in her head – one canine on the top and two on the bottom. It makes her smile a little crooked, but, amazingly, it doesn’t impair her eating in the slightest. She still demands dry food with every meal, and she begs for raw meat scraps when I am cutting meat for supper. If anything, she seems happier to have gotten those bad teeth out of her mouth.