Pet update

Some time ago, a reader asked how our pets are doing. In a word, fine. I thought I’d post pix of the three animals we have right now: Mr. Darcy, Lihn, and Frumpkin.

It’s hard to believe Darcy is six years old already. Where does the time go? Here’s some recent photos of him:

Frisbee wolf. Darcy “hides” behind a cart, waiting for Older Daughter to throw a Frisbee:

Here’s another picture:

One of his favorite perches, surveying his domain while resting his chin on the rail.

Milking some attention for all it’s worth.

Evening walk.

Playing in the yard.

Hiking in the woods.

Watching me rake leaves in the side yard.

Dozing with a rope toy.

Enjoying fall.

Snoozing in front of the woodstove.

Now on to Lihn, Younger Daughter’s Quaker parrot. This lady is now nine years old.

Lihn gets out of her cage for a couple hours in the morning and a couple hours in the evening. Here she’s on the floor, exploring some tankards. (Older Daughter is working on them in the background.)

Don finished a sandwich one day, and it had a few bread crumbs left on the plate. Lihn loves bread. We seldom let her have any, but a few crumbs are fine.

One evening she sat on the perch near my desk and proceeded to groom herself, contorting into amazing shapes.

Every so often I’ll send photos to Younger Daughter (currently stationed in Europe) to let her know her pet is safe and sound.

I also periodically schedule vet appointments to get her beak trimmed, since it has an annoying tendency to get overlong very fast. Her next appointment is in early December.

Now for the World’s Most Spoiled Cat, Frumpkin (Older Daughter’s pet).

Frumpkin was a stray who adopted us several years ago, long before we moved. Older Daughter took him in and spoils him rotten. We don’t know his age, but he’s in the prime of life and in excellent health.

As you can imagine, he’s sticks his nose into all of Older Daughter’s business.

Changing sheets is a challenge.

He’s strictly an indoor cat now.

Fortunately he has his own “catio” outside Older Daughter’s door where he can sit in the sun and survey his domain.

Plus his cat tree is right by the window.

On a chilly rainy morning, Frumpkin cozies up on Older Daughter’s bed:

Here he’s getting “into” Cat TV (he loves the squirrels!).

So as you can see, all our animals are doing fine.