Before I had a name.

These are pictures of me before I had a name.  I had been on my own for more than a week after my mom died and had already survived the snow day.  I was so tired but I still didn't want anyone to take care of me. I did accept their food but didn't want them to touch me. A few days after this I did let them take me inside the office and soon enough I had a new family and a name.  Even before I had a home and a name the vet that they took me to told me the it would be "all gravy from here on out". He was right!

What, does she think that I can't smell it!?

CW is at the stupid computer again while she has raw meat and butter on the table. I already ate my serving but hers is on the table. I keep whining and trying to get her to go there and give me hers if she is not going to eat it promptly but she will not respond. Again, COME ON!