All was calm on a lazy Sunday afternoon at the Applegate household until there came a rustling. It was not from a cheese wrapper or the treat container. It was caused by something far more sinister ... the bag where the holiday hats were stored.
Immediately some sensed a disturbance and ran to hiding places. Others had abundant curiosity that they couldn't contain and were undoubtedly the first to don their holiday apparel.
We have 11 critters here at the Applegate abode. We are not looking to add any more, but they just keep showing up. So with our almost a dozen holiday hat victims, it is fitting to do a little parody of the "Twelve Days of Christmas."
With that being said, while I have 11 unwilling participants to work with some attempts were abandoned when the wellbeing of the photographer is threatened. Some of the numbers might be off a little, but that's OK we utilize fuzzy math here at the Applegate household.
Immediately some sensed a disturbance and ran to hiding places. Others had abundant curiosity that they couldn't contain and were undoubtedly the first to don their holiday apparel.
We have 11 critters here at the Applegate abode. We are not looking to add any more, but they just keep showing up. So with our almost a dozen holiday hat victims, it is fitting to do a little parody of the "Twelve Days of Christmas."
With that being said, while I have 11 unwilling participants to work with some attempts were abandoned when the wellbeing of the photographer is threatened. Some of the numbers might be off a little, but that's OK we utilize fuzzy math here at the Applegate household.
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On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true loves sent to me... Twelve hours of goats a-grumbling. Kyle and Kennedy can be very vocal during the daylight hours.
| Eleven claws a-swiping. New addition Lil' Bit has yet to get along with the other Applegate felines. |  |
 | Ten piles a-leaping. Whether it be poo or vomit one always has to watch their step. |
| Nine hours of Clem prancing, Actually It's more like a 24/7 hour event when Clem is up and about. |  |
 | Eight critters a-bilking (treats). They all seem to have a one-track mind on this subject. The cats think every time you go downstairs they need treat. The dogs feel that whatever you are cooking in the kitchen should be shared with them. |
| Seven days for Sadie's swimming. Sadie would swim every day if I let her. |  |
 | Six cats a-laying. The upstairs ventless gas heater is a cat magnet. The "freezing" felines soak up the infrared warmth. |
| Five chewed up things --- This is probably a daily total. Lately the damages have included several rugs, couch covers and a Roku remote. |  |
 | Four hours calling for the herd. It's always awesome to discover halfway through a 40 minute walk that I have forgotten to bring the dog collar remote along with me. So while it might not be a full four hours of yelling, it sure does feel like it. Three dogs in the glen. This one is kind of self explanatory. Two hurdles of love. The numbers are off on this one. We have several large hurdles of love as we arrive home and try to make it through the front door. |
And a yellow cat in a hemlock tree. Timus, our resident feline escapee, was recently discovered one early morning in my parents' hemlock tree. He was treed by another wayward neighborhood cat. My under-dressed- for-the-weather husband spend several cold minutes coaxing the yellow tabby down to safety.
He was carried indoors only to sleep off his ordeal and rest up for another escape attempt.
That's just the nature of things 'round here.
He was carried indoors only to sleep off his ordeal and rest up for another escape attempt.
That's just the nature of things 'round here.
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