Our Precious Carnivora

Waiting for command & hand signal, "Okay Sadie, eat." That is Cinnabun, still in the oven there.

SuicideGirl, as many of you know, is our precious grey baby who loves her diet of unadulterated raw meat. I truly mean raw everything--from the bones out to the feather, fur, scales and skin and everything in between. She has been on a this diet without break for nearly two years and before that off and on over the five and a half years we have had her. I give her everything I can find that was once living would be something she would eat as a prey based diet.

Another Day, They're Still Away

Sitting with a hot bowl of cream of wheat, Gypsy Kings "Roots," playing in the back ground, SuicideGirl well fed and sleep, and Little Cinnabun--out like a flickering light on the couch; I feel a call to write.

ALL HAIL, UNFORTUNATE THE THIRD: CINNABUN!

Cinnabun (So dubbed by Eldest before her anticipated arrival) decided bring it on in the, Who's Daddy's Best Princess; or Who Loves Daddy the Best; or I'm Daddy's Favorite, unoffical contest; she decided to come on the Friday of Father's Day weekend and worked a bit of her ju-ju on the pediatric doctor who didn't finish the paperwork to discharge from the hospital till after dinner that Saturday... So, with that bit of a hold up, we weren't discharged till 11:40 am, Sunday--Father's Day; just in time to stop home, drop off some stuff and go out to eat at Chili's on base.