Not online locations, but actual. Reilly, Ryan, and I recently moved from NYC to the Boston area. The prep and execution of the move put my blogging on hold. But I’ll be back soon with pictures of the rugrats in their new environment as well as some stories from the move.
I’m in Boston this weekend finally celebrating Christmas with my family. I wasn’t able to make it out in December because there was no one in town to stay with the cats. So we scheduled a time this weekend to celebrate and Bella offered to stay with the cats.
It sounds like she has been having a bit of a challenging time between the cats, the apartment, and my computer. She’s such a trooper for helping me out this way. Check out her blog here. She’s got one more night with the cats, I hope they treat her well.
Ever since they were young, my cats have shown an affinity for beer. Well specifically for beer bottles. I don’t know what it is – the shape of the bottle, the way the lip feels, or the smell of the beer. Now before you worry, they don’t actually drink the beer. One time I knocked over a bottle and was so worried that by the time I had run to get a towel they would be drunk from lapping it all up. But the spilled beer didn’t really interest them too much. Whew!
Of the two cats, Reilly is the one who is attracted by beer bottles the most. But Ryan has had his moments.
Oh and you get a glimpse of my handy dandy bottle holder – aka duct tape. It also works well with glasses of diet coke. Of course when there’s nothing in it, Ryan takes great pleasure at batting it around and off the table. Well he is named after a hockey player after all.
Ryan had an eye infection early on so he didn’t always look his best. But he was always very curious. Back in the days before I moved my bike into the storage room he somehow managed to climb up it and plop himself in my bike helmet!
Fortunately his eye condition cleared up pretty much. He still gets a bit of gunk each day, but the vet assures me it’s nothing to worry about.