As I learned on our latest fall vacation, you are apparently not officially a Crazy Cat Lady until you have seven cats and vacation with all of them in a fifteen-foot travel trailer. Seven. Cats. In fifteen feet of RV craziness. Vacation? That is not vacation. Sifting that cat box literally every hour does not …
If my pets were as clumsy and accident-prone as I was, then hell yeah, I would get pet insurance for all of them. The rescue dog, however, is the athletic maniac who chews on donkey bones and runs fifteen miles every day in a land where we have cactus and rattlesnakes. That bitch needs pet …
I think I just crossed a line. A line into crazy cat lady territory. I clicked the orange button, buy now! Ship at once! Oh, Amazon, you had me again. It was too late to go back. I really am a crazy cat lady now. I just bought a leash and harness for my twenty-pound …
I love all the smells of fall. Autumn days mean breathing in the scents of cinnamon, cardamon and fresh leaves under my hiking boots. And then I drive home to our cabin full of farting pets. I love the scent of those cinnamon pinecones, cloves and orange essential oils. What I don’t love is all …
Feliz Navidad from our Mexi-Cat to your home! So from one crazy cat lady to another, how do you get your home to not smell like a thousand cats and smell like a holly jolly Christmas? Let me tell you how!