Raw Ramblings

They cats are now fully switched to 100% raw food. Gone is the kibble and free feeding. In its place is fresh, raw food served daily.

This helps me keep tabs on Blue; I can make sure she eats at all times and prevent a reoccurrance of the Fatty Liver Disease she experienced this past October.

It took me about forever and a day to make the switch, but, now that we have, I can't seem to comprehend why I didn't do this sooner. My two old ladies are acting like kittens again and their dandruff has completely gone away. While I am appreciate of these two things, I am not appreciative of the following:





Oh, I am sure to the naive person, this may just look like an innocent kitty hanging near its master. But no! That is not the case! That is Maggie stalking me, waiting for my eyes to open a tiny sliver to begin this...

"Gimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmme
myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
fooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood!"

You can try to tune her out. But that will only cause her to move closer and try her mind take-over skills.

"You will get up and
FEED ME NOW!"

"Dammit, I need to focus.
She's obviously not getting up quick enough."

Eventually, Maggie will park herself millimeters away from me and stare at me (in combination with yelling at me) to get my ass up out of bed and feed her breakfast.

"Food. In my mouth. Now."

Molly is at least more patient. She just excepts room service when breakfast is served.






Honestly, all it takes if for one certain cat to start staring. The minute Blue starts starting at me, I hustle my tuckus out of bed as fast as I can.

"I'm giving you two minutes to serve my breakfast
before I give you free plastic surgery
on your face with my claws."

But all the staring (and threats from Blue) are worth it when I see the end results. Glowing coats, minimal wastes in the litter box and teeth slowly returning to the color white. :-)

We Are Not Your Average Family

We are not your average family. Instead of rawhide and chew bones, The Canine Mafia gets turkey feet. This post is not for the faint of heart.


I have a coworker that raises turkeys and chickens on her farm. These are glorious turkeys and chickens that live free range.

I gathered up courage one day to ask her what she does with all of the "yucky bits" when she slaughters them. My eyes nearly popped out when she told me she just throws them away. Thanks to her, my crew now enjoys hearts, gizzards, necks and feet from these free-range turkeys and chicken.

Now, I'm a city gal through and through. I had no idea I would be receiving intact turkey feet all the way up the knees.

Wait, do turkeys even have knees?!

Either way, the feet are here. When I saw how big they were, I knew immediately who to take pictures of trying to eat these feet...

"So this thing is waaaaay bigger than me,
but I'll figure out to get it into my belly!"

"Are you going to finish that?" asks Bruno.
"I can so totally help you finish that if..."

"Back off, meat head!" shouts Carmela.
"I have no problems tackling this thing!"

No problems, huh?

"Hold it right there, Ma," says Carmela.
"That angle is perfect. Keep still!"

"Nom! Nom!"

"Open up and say 'Ahhhhh!' "

She did tackle the turkey foot like a pro. Actually, she surprised me!

"Maybe I should start from this end."

"Dang it, this thing is huge!
I'm barely making a dent in it!"

"Hey, Ma! Check me out!
I'm going spear you and your camera
with my turkey foot!"

"Ha ha! You thought I was
going to spear your camera!"

"Ma, does chewing on this make me
look really vicious?"

No. You're still only three pounds and classified as a meaningless threat. What we call an annoying little ankle biter.

"Hows about now??"

So, we're a little weird here over at Casa de Dogfathers in terms of what we classify as awesome chewies. But you have admit, it does provide comedic relief!

"Who you calling weird?"