The pets and their housekeeping staff live here

Any of you that spoil your pets know that it comes at a huge price. The 2 cats and 2 dogs that allow us to reside here have taken over the household.

Let's take Cleo.














She's my cat. Hubby rescued her from a feral pack of cats when she was only about 6 weeks old. She is now 14. She has ruled me that long. She sleeps on me, often licking my nose as soon as she sees my eyes are open, she demands food immediately after waking, she will walk all the way around the sectional walking over her other servants (family members) just to lay on my lap. I think if she could curl up inside me, she would. She's the Alpha Female none of the other pets mess with her. They know better.. except for 1, I'll get to her later.


Now Beau.















When my hubby brought him home from the bar as a puppy, he was told his mother was a beagle. When we took him to the vet for the first time. The vet said he was part beagle part JRT (Jack Russel Terrier) and would never get any bigger than 40 pounds. 9 years and 80 pounds later, he is the biggest JRT/Beagle I have ever seen in my life. He is a bed hog, or a couch hog or a wherever he decides to lay hog. We have a queen size bed. He sleeps at the foot of the bed. MANY times hubs and I have woken up straddling him because he works his way length-wise between our legs. Or we are forced to one side of the bed or the other because he wants to lay catty doggy corner. OR he moves up so far on the bed, we are often forced to the fetal position; which is fine by Cleo, because she LOVES to lay ON my side. He only wants to go outside when it is his idea. Even if he is right by the door and I open it.. I often have to force him to go outside where he runs quickly and pees. He will bark at his food dish when it is empty.


Now we come to the REAL ruler of the household; Rosie.













She is a small little Dachshund. She thinks she is a big bad Doberman. She should have been named Linus. She has a blanket, actually whatever blanket, comforter, towel she is under is hers. If you DARE try and take it from her, you will likely draw back a bloody stump. She loves her blanket so much, she humps it. She doesn't like horseplay, if The Boy and his father wrestle or anyone in the family, she goes nuts and will protect the victim. She bites hard. She sleeps with The Boy and is also a bed hog on his queen sized bed.


Now Jelly Bean. My daughters cat. She has posted about her on her blog many times. The Water Bottle












Don't let her cuteness fool you. She is 8 months old and is spawned from the very depths of hell. She races around the house at 90 MPH. She attacks anything that moves. She loves to catch flies, and she is the only one dumb enough to mess with Cleo. JB NEVER wins. Last night, she jumped on the pantry shelf and grabbed a bag of raman noodles and brought them out to us.. it was too cute. We all love her despite the scratches and bruised she gives us.


They allow us to live here, so we can feed them and take over our beds, our lives and our routines. I am convinced one day we will come home and find all of the locks changed.