My Real Job

Liz

Meet Liz. She has been residing with me, as my best pal, for almost three years. She sleeps on a king size bed when she isn't being groomed, fed, petted or  pampered. This beats living and sleeping in a drafty, cold barn where she had to compete for her daily food. The vet and I figure she's 19 years old. 

My real job takes on many descriptions. I used to be the Queen around here, then I got demoted to Princess. As time went on I now have the title of scullery maid and doorman...oops I mean door woman (must be politically correct you know). Lizzy rules the roost. She's a retired mouser, and barn cat. I'm still working so I can give Liz the life she deserves. I love my animals. It's the way I roll.   

When One Is Not Enough

I'm a health food freak. I also love potato chips. Your right, the two are at opposite ends of the spectrum. There is something about those crispy, salty chips that make me feel happy. It's probably a throw back to my fun times as a child when those tasty taters were a special treat each time I cleaned my room (which wasn't very often) or was on good behavior ( which also wasn't very often).

Lay's classic potato chips are my favorite, which is why I had to post a picture of this crunchy, snappy fun food. The only problem is they make my jeans shrink. Guess I'll have to go for a longer walk today.