As a friend said “Quite the visual”

         Sunday mornings, I am usually up relatively early, however this morning I chose to roll over, cuddle with Philly , and remain comfortable under the covers.

Philly, is by his very nature a cuddle bum and enjoys nothing less than snuggling under the blankets and getting his belly rubbed, at least until my little three legged terror Zephr decides that she wants to join us, at which point Philly having chosen not to share me with her, gets quite upset with the intrusion and jumps down to run into mom’s bedroom to snuggle with her.

  Zephyr, by her nature is a little terror as I said, and of course not to be undone by Philly’s presence she has no qualms about walking all over him covered by blankets are not.   Now where is Hemi  you might ask, well he is laying on his bed at the foot of my bed, content in t he knowledge that Zephyr for now is not bothering him.    While Luna my 11 year old matriarch chooses to remain near my pillow. Quite undisturbed by any of them.

  China, that precious little bunny, has finished her breaky and is surveying her puppy pen deciding on what she wants to now destroy.

   Now you must remember that I decide to get out of bed later than usual.  I am now on my third cup of coffee and drafting blog posts on the Horse slaughter issue.  I am also still in my nightgown, knee socks, faux fur booty slippers and I look like a punk rocker with my hair the way it is.

    So, who arrives looking for his breakfast…none other than…LOKI.

    Now pretend you are one of my neighbors, envision this crazy lady, standing outside, in her driveway dressed in knee socks, large furry booty slippers, in a blue nightie with a purple ski jacket on, and a large red Red Raggedy Ann Doll in one arm and a large plate of Loki’s breakfast in the other hand.  Now imagine this crazy lady with wild punk rock messed up hair trying to not fall while climbing a 5′ snow bank between her garage and fence, while Loki stands on top of it all the while urging her to follow him into her backyard. 

   Well folks, while I tried, it just did not happen.  I often think Loki finds great amusement in my efforts to please him.  Agreed that he has me quite well trained, as I have been reminded by other so often before.

    Slipping my way back down that 5′ ice covered mound of snow, and making it back into my driveway, note I did not drop the doll nor his plate of food, I stood patiently calling him to come to me, which within a few moments he graciously decided to do.

     More interested in seeing me make yet another attempt to climb that icy mound and follow him into waist deep backyard snow, he took a nibble and then climbed the hill once again.   Nope…this is  not going to happen Loki, not with me dressed like that.

Finally he accepted his defeat and joined me in the driveway to enjoy his breakfast, and having now had his belly filled and his full dose of amusement and entertainment at my expense, he happily began to make his rounds, heading down the street to find his BFF’s.

Had anyone told me, back in 2004 that I would move from my well established and comfortable existence in Ontario and find myself  living in Canada’s Arctic with four delightful Northern rescues (note Luna is a rescue from Ontario and moved here with me) as well as caring for, loving and cherishing such a magnificent gentle feral soul as Loki, I would have told them they were nuts.  I would not have envisioned myself in my driveway dressed as I was this morning, providing Loki’s breakfast and entertaining him with my clumsy attempts to follow him either.  Life has become far more interesting….

As my friend Carol said….’quite the visual’ for all to see.  But as I said to her ‘it works for Loki and I’  and truly that is all that really matters.

Here’s hoping you all enjoyed ‘a day in the life of ‘ …….Feel free to leave your comments.