<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:50:43.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chubby Lions</title><subtitle type='html'>Follow our cat-sitting adventures for Kink and Simba. For this blog we will refer to them as The Lions. When photos are published, you will see why. They are brothers. They are cute and cuddly and 25 lbs large. Kink is the cuddler, Simba, the hunter. Their parents are my cousin-in-law, Kate and cousin Kevin. They are temporarily moving to Alaska to fly people around, cook yummies, and box hungry grizzlies. I've created this blog so KnK can check in on The Lions and see how they are doing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668309401418366669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-4901535712006483817</id><published>2008-10-04T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:03:55.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened to The Lions!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SOgRCaSy2mI/AAAAAAAACY4/76YLluj9q8Y/s1600-h/Photo+71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SOgRCaSy2mI/AAAAAAAACY4/76YLluj9q8Y/s320/Photo+71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253467698443246178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SOgQ1bL5fJI/AAAAAAAACYw/Kqdlh9_JdC8/s1600-h/Photo+69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SOgQ1bL5fJI/AAAAAAAACYw/Kqdlh9_JdC8/s320/Photo+69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253467475344456850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SOgQqzX1q-I/AAAAAAAACYo/_KuAdsUAAX8/s1600-h/Photo+67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SOgQqzX1q-I/AAAAAAAACYo/_KuAdsUAAX8/s320/Photo+67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253467292858428386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SOgQF-N0dFI/AAAAAAAACYg/1_pjrwMnj4A/s1600-h/Photo+66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SOgQF-N0dFI/AAAAAAAACYg/1_pjrwMnj4A/s320/Photo+66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253466660114035794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SOgRCaSy2mI/AAAAAAAACY4/76YLluj9q8Y/s1600-h/Photo+71.jpg"&gt; Excited to get the lions back soon. I don't know how excited they will be to live here where there are no mice to catch but I hope they can learn to love it again. Enjoy the pics!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-4901535712006483817?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/4901535712006483817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=4901535712006483817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4901535712006483817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4901535712006483817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happened-to-lions.html' title='What Happened to The Lions!?!'/><author><name>Jason Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668309401418366669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SOgRCaSy2mI/AAAAAAAACY4/76YLluj9q8Y/s72-c/Photo+71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-2170976758043080123</id><published>2008-10-03T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:17:11.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Arrives</title><content type='html'>Simba and Kink are not thrilled with the shorter days.  I don't allow them to stay outdoors too long in the dark because of the wildlife threats that could be lerking.  One positive note is that there are no birds singing at 4:15 am so the boys sleep longer now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We certainly hope that we can meet you, Kate and Kevin, when you return.  It has been a pleasure to have the lions because they are so sweet, loving and mellow.  We are sure it is a reflection of their owners.  They kind of take after Jason too.  Except they don't have that wild streak.  Hah!  We were first introduced to Simba and Kink in May and we can't believe how quickly the time has passed.  We'll let you know when the boys transfer to Jason's again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-2170976758043080123?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/2170976758043080123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=2170976758043080123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2170976758043080123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2170976758043080123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-arrives.html' title='October Arrives'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-3135311353127563294</id><published>2008-09-27T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:56:22.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions Leaving Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SN6kQ8bXmyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qb0uioi24YM/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250814826566359842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SN6kQ8bXmyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qb0uioi24YM/s320/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a gorgeous fall day and the boys are lounging on the deck.  Simba had a bout of heavy drooling a couple of days ago.  I assumed he ate something that disagreed with him...like a critter or bug.  He didn't appear to be ill.  He just had a lot of drippy drool for a day.  I kept a close eye on him and wiped his chin a few times.  But he seems to be fine now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys will return to cousin Jason by the middle of October.  Although their time here is quickly coming to an end, we have thoroughly enjoyed having Simba and Kink - the nicest lions we have ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-3135311353127563294?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/3135311353127563294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=3135311353127563294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3135311353127563294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3135311353127563294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/09/lions-leaving-soon.html' title='Lions Leaving Soon'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SN6kQ8bXmyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qb0uioi24YM/s72-c/DSC00763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-4067631220604385065</id><published>2008-09-25T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:44:26.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Load</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think Kink requires a bit of extra TLC.  So every now and then I pick him up for a quick snuggle.  Let me tell you, Kink is a load at 24 pounds.  I can only carry him for a few minutes but I think he likes it anyway.  He makes a little "pig squeal" if I am struggling while picking him up or setting him down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kink has a cute little voice and talks when he comes in from outdoors or if he is hungry.  He is the first one to jump in bed at night and is eager for a back or belly rub.  In the morning he watches me put on my makeup and shares the sink when he is done getting a drink of water.  I hope he has enjoyed "summer camp" with us just as much as we have enjoyed him and Simba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-4067631220604385065?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/4067631220604385065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=4067631220604385065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4067631220604385065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4067631220604385065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/09/lion-load.html' title='Lion Load'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-8033134556079837029</id><published>2008-09-21T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:43:16.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Channel Surfin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SNa6TL6-4iI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SEPCQXMMa4s/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248587254527353378" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" height="315" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SNa6TL6-4iI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SEPCQXMMa4s/s320/DSC00756.JPG" width="506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's officially fall and that means sports all day Sunday for a while. So Rick and Simba settled in for the Ryder Cup and Seahawks game. Rick even gave Simba a lesson on how to operate the TV remote control. It didn't take Simba long to figure it out since, after all, he is a guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SNa6TcIgEoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ht9KiwKlTqg/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248587258879021698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="241" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SNa6TcIgEoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Ht9KiwKlTqg/s320/DSC00759.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where's the beer and chips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SNa6TuPHE1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5Nmkfe8_sNg/s1600-h/DSC00760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248587263738581842" style="CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SNa6TuPHE1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5Nmkfe8_sNg/s320/DSC00760.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-8033134556079837029?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/8033134556079837029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=8033134556079837029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/8033134556079837029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/8033134556079837029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/09/channel-surfin.html' title='Channel Surfin&apos;'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SNa6TL6-4iI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SEPCQXMMa4s/s72-c/DSC00756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-5193595896153950964</id><published>2008-09-19T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:28:29.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sayonara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SNPPCWfgPiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bxS7YINWcJY/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765630121164322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SNPPCWfgPiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bxS7YINWcJY/s320/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather has cooled considerably so the boys spend more time indoors.  We haven't seen a mouse or mole in about a week now.  And we don't have a problem with that.  It's nice to see Kink cuddled up on the sofa as the gas fireplace burns nearby.  In the meantime, Simba stays busy by checking out closets for potential prey or he lounges on some high perch so he can view our movements around the house.  On to the season of wonderful color, crispy leaves and sweet harvest smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-5193595896153950964?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/5193595896153950964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=5193595896153950964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5193595896153950964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5193595896153950964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-sayonara.html' title='Summer Sayonara'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SNPPCWfgPiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bxS7YINWcJY/s72-c/DSC00755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-511578867140981270</id><published>2008-09-15T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:45:23.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's My Brother Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SM8FSgpR0SI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hulfyDDCk3o/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246417906468770082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SM8FSgpR0SI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hulfyDDCk3o/s320/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that Simba and Kink are brothers and very bonded to one another.   Surprisingly, there is no jealousy.  When I pet or scratch one of the boys, the other stands aside until his turn comes up.   Usually there is no sneaking food from the other brother's dish, but it depends on how hungry they are.  Sometimes one of them will hide behind a chair in playful anticipation and pounce at the other guy as he strolls by.   Kink initiates grooming sessions by giving Simba a head and face wash.   I believe they watch out for each other too.  Once in a while I have to break up a fight, but boys (lions) will be boys (lions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-511578867140981270?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/511578867140981270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=511578867140981270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/511578867140981270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/511578867140981270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/09/hes-my-brother-lion.html' title='He&apos;s My Brother Lion'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SM8FSgpR0SI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hulfyDDCk3o/s72-c/DSC00748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-6403978855038341235</id><published>2008-09-12T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:46:47.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terms of Endearment</title><content type='html'>Although their given names are Simba and Kink, I have an assortment of names that I call the lions from time to time.  Here are just a few: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweets.  Sweetums.  Stink.  Lover Boy.  Handsome.  Kinkus.  Lover.  Sweet Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that they respond to any name I call them as long as it is accompanied by a hug or a meal.  I let Kink drink from the faucet and Simba is allowed to sit on the island countertop.  Rick says that I pamper them and he is right.  They have been great houseguests and deserve a bit of extra special treatment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-6403978855038341235?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/6403978855038341235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=6403978855038341235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6403978855038341235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6403978855038341235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/09/terms-of-endearment.html' title='Terms of Endearment'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-4061094283831105074</id><published>2008-09-08T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:35:12.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Pal Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SMW0QIqvdYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zCQneSShf-0/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243795530440471938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SMW0QIqvdYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zCQneSShf-0/s320/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I was paying bills today, Simba decided to pitch in and help.  Unfortunately he does not have a checking account that I can tap.  But his moral support is certainly appreciated.  I hope he doesn't expect an allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day, Simba set the neighbor dog straight.  When that weiner dog trespassed into our yard and barked at us, Simba did not budge until the little rascal headed for home.  Kink, on the other hand, retreated for cover in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-4061094283831105074?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/4061094283831105074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=4061094283831105074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4061094283831105074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4061094283831105074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/09/pay-pal-lion.html' title='Pay Pal Lion'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SMW0QIqvdYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zCQneSShf-0/s72-c/DSC00744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-8199459125033694695</id><published>2008-09-07T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:54:12.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Lessons for Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SMQt1Ast2_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/R_o3GAiH390/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243366254909971442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SMQt1Ast2_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/R_o3GAiH390/s320/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SMQtN9k6C3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/penQ6ig_tDU/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243365584057011058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SMQtN9k6C3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/penQ6ig_tDU/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The lions are enjoying the warm days and cool nights as we transition to fall.  Their days are filled with hunting, hikes, hugs and just hangin' out.   Some eating and sleeping too.  Simba and Kink have taught me to enjoy the moment and not to sweat the small stuff.   That's how they live every day.  How wise they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-8199459125033694695?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/8199459125033694695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=8199459125033694695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/8199459125033694695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/8199459125033694695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/09/lion-lessons-for-living.html' title='Lion Lessons for Living'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SMQt1Ast2_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/R_o3GAiH390/s72-c/DSC00739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-817590047959138353</id><published>2008-09-03T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:48:51.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutt Mania</title><content type='html'>I have not seen Simba run faster.  He was outdoors scoping out his next mouse victim when, apparently, he encountered a neighbor dog.  Now mind you...this dog is about the same size as Simba...maybe a bit smaller.  Anyway, when Simba was eye to eye with this beagle-like hound, he yelped and ran for home.  Simba tore through the house like a shot and hid on the deck until the offending trespasser was gone.  From what I could see, the dog just wanted to introduce himself.  After witnessing Simba's panic attack and retreat to safety, the meek and mild mutt had a puzzled look on his face.  Then he continued on his journey through the neighborhood.  Now I won't worry too much about the lions taking on animals bigger than rodents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-817590047959138353?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/817590047959138353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=817590047959138353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/817590047959138353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/817590047959138353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/09/mutt-mania.html' title='Mutt Mania'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-5688928953679171742</id><published>2008-09-01T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:51:56.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodwill Hunting</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought the hunting season was winding down, Simba and Kink decided to hold a competition.  On Friday we had a total of SEVEN mice, both dead and alive, brought in by the two lions.  At the end of the day it was Simba 4, Kink 3.  I have no idea what got into them.  Maybe it was that new catnip-stuffed lion toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick suggested that the boys might be catching the same mice they previously brought home since I always catch and release the live ones.  In order to test this theory, we talked about putting fingernail polish on the meeses' tails before depositing them back outside and then we would know if we had a return visitor.  We can't decide on color....either "Cocktail Waitress Red" or "Pinkini".   Speak of the devil....Simba just strolled in with another mouse in his jaws.  This one ran under the refrigerator for refuge.  I think we'll go with the pink......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-5688928953679171742?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/5688928953679171742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=5688928953679171742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5688928953679171742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5688928953679171742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodwill-hunting.html' title='Goodwill Hunting'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-4930063758283513239</id><published>2008-08-29T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:01:31.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SLgcWgXROPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AWdLw0CIBoE/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969339415804146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SLgcWgXROPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AWdLw0CIBoE/s320/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SLgcW32q6uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Gs12m62LFNU/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969345721527010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SLgcW32q6uI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Gs12m62LFNU/s320/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you may recall we went shopping for lion toys the other day and found the purr-fect item.  Complete with catnip, this jungle cat pleases both Simba and Kink.  It should keep them busy on those wet and dreary days when outdoor excursions are limited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-4930063758283513239?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/4930063758283513239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=4930063758283513239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4930063758283513239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4930063758283513239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/lion-toys.html' title='Lion Toys'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SLgcWgXROPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AWdLw0CIBoE/s72-c/DSC00733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-7438696234581779982</id><published>2008-08-26T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:48:41.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Summmer Slips Away.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SLSwGIBp_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SYwiA6lFc-g/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239005885818862962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SLSwGIBp_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SYwiA6lFc-g/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fall is in the air.  Sunrise is later and the lions are sleeping a bit longer.  The rain has put a damper on hunting time too.  I must come up with some indoor activities that will keep the boys exercised and active as the days grow shorter.  Maybe we'll take a look at the kitty toys while we grocery shop tonight.  I'll let you know what we find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-7438696234581779982?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/7438696234581779982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=7438696234581779982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7438696234581779982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7438696234581779982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-summmer-slips-away.html' title='As Summmer Slips Away.....'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SLSwGIBp_XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SYwiA6lFc-g/s72-c/DSC00706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-6980956050190748898</id><published>2008-08-23T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:41:26.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SLBGmx4dUVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tgacx3p1cm8/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237763998670999890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SLBGmx4dUVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tgacx3p1cm8/s320/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kink loves a good, long drink of water from any faucet.  If he sees water running, he'll jump to the sink for a drink.  He also enjoys lapping up fresh rainwater on the patio table after a downpour.  Kate says the boys like to lick up water after someone takes a shower too.  It might seem that the lions are not getting enough water around the house.  But there are two bowls and their water dispenser located in various places upstairs and downstairs.  Kink must be a connoiseur of good H2O.  Good thing he doesn't hold out for Perrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another visit by a live critter this morning.  Simba brought in a mouse and dropped him in the kitchen.  He ran for cover and Kink helped to chase him out into the open while I trapped him in a cottage cheese container.  The mouse was released outside for a potential future encounter with Simba, the hunting machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-6980956050190748898?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/6980956050190748898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=6980956050190748898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6980956050190748898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6980956050190748898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SLBGmx4dUVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tgacx3p1cm8/s72-c/DSC00728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-6809584142588520245</id><published>2008-08-21T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:23:51.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SK3Y4_CGVBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gFoXeIIk1Rs/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237080415206265874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SK3Y4_CGVBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gFoXeIIk1Rs/s320/DSC00725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If there was an Olympic competition for hunting, Simba would get the gold medal.  He brought in two mice within a 10 minute period this morning.  He was so proud when he dropped the mangled mice on the rug for my inspection.  (Maybe ignoring Simba when he brings in a "catch" will curtail his enthusiasm for hunting....fat chance!)  Kink was snoring on a closet shelf while all of this activity was taking place.  Now if there was an Olympic competition for cat napping......WR and gold for Kink!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-6809584142588520245?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/6809584142588520245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=6809584142588520245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6809584142588520245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6809584142588520245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/lion-olympics.html' title='Lion Olympics'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SK3Y4_CGVBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gFoXeIIk1Rs/s72-c/DSC00725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-5740737991442541293</id><published>2008-08-19T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:35:58.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKr-7FziZFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d1plcbE-8Kc/s1600-h/DSC00721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236277807895700562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKr-7FziZFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d1plcbE-8Kc/s320/DSC00721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kink and Simba have settled into a routine after returning a week ago.  They both have their favorite chairs and nap spots.  Kink is partial to this living room chair and likes to sleep under the guest bed where there is no foot traffic or noise.  Simba likes activity and is happy snoozing on a dining room chair where he can see and hear me in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both lions have a morning jaunt after their breakfasts.  I think they have caught at least one varmint each day.  The rain does not bother the boys so I always have a towel on hand to wipe them down.  Lately I have been helping them pick burrs out of their fur too.   Must be from walks in the weeds while hunting for critters.   Overall they are content and healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-5740737991442541293?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/5740737991442541293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=5740737991442541293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5740737991442541293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5740737991442541293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/routine-returns.html' title='Routine Returns'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKr-7FziZFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/d1plcbE-8Kc/s72-c/DSC00721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-3816986046847125880</id><published>2008-08-17T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:09:40.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerator Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKh0ejR4WmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/E5IZ_Dxa7TE/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235562635033336418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKh0ejR4WmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/E5IZ_Dxa7TE/s320/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKhzT2sRWtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gLBqCFBVsKM/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235561351754111698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKhzT2sRWtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gLBqCFBVsKM/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simba has been trying to find the ultimate location for a good nap. He tried the top of the refrigerator for a while. I think he liked the high perch for people watching.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the lions are not snoozing, they are bringing critters home...since Wednesday they have bagged five mice.  Three alive and two otherwise.  Rick says he will pay them a quarter for every mole they bring home.  Kink and Simba could accumulate a nice retirement nest egg if they get busy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-3816986046847125880?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/3816986046847125880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=3816986046847125880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3816986046847125880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3816986046847125880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/refrigerator-retreat.html' title='Refrigerator Retreat'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKh0ejR4WmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/E5IZ_Dxa7TE/s72-c/DSC00715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-5743334275217316975</id><published>2008-08-15T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:06:44.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKXR1SYo2PI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gx0-LZrDu6Q/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234820855286520050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKXR1SYo2PI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gx0-LZrDu6Q/s320/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to keep cool in 80 degrees and no air conditioning is a challenge, even for a lion.  Simba discovered that the granite countertop is a great choice for beating the heat.  Plus it is in the direct path of the oscillating fan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys resumed their hunting habits this morning.  Simba brought a "gift" of a dead mouse into the house and dropped it at my feet.  At least it was not necessary to chase a live critter around the house.  Kink had to inspect the unfortunate prey and gave his brother a lion high-five before I snatched it up and deposited it into the garbage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-5743334275217316975?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/5743334275217316975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=5743334275217316975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5743334275217316975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5743334275217316975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/lion-around.html' title='Lion Around'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKXR1SYo2PI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gx0-LZrDu6Q/s72-c/DSC00713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-3724863826076507221</id><published>2008-08-14T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:35:28.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKSF-VZw1cI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vsSiRD0YMW0/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234455972854945218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKSF-VZw1cI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vsSiRD0YMW0/s320/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was brushing my teeth this morning, Kink decided to jump up on the vanity for a drink.  In fact, he pawed the running water for a while before he moved in for a refreshing gulp.  Wouldn't it be great if he used the toilet too.  I don't think I'll spend any time trying to potty train him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-3724863826076507221?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/3724863826076507221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=3724863826076507221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3724863826076507221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3724863826076507221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/bathroom-break.html' title='Bathroom Break'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKSF-VZw1cI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vsSiRD0YMW0/s72-c/DSC00702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-2617544769629758858</id><published>2008-08-13T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:55:38.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys are Back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKM2OLC-qZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aBwUt1o_kyo/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234086809046002066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKM2OLC-qZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aBwUt1o_kyo/s320/DSC00698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKM2Oqg6VWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vdU92ti6fLo/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234086817493046626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKM2Oqg6VWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/vdU92ti6fLo/s320/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We welcomed Simba and Kink back to our Ferndale home last night.  They seemed to remember everything as if they were just gone for a short time.   It didn't take long for Kink to jump into bed with us while Simba surveyed the house for any changes or new smells.  Early this morning they went outside to reclaim some of their favorite stakeouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit sad taking the boys away from Jason last night.  They were very content with him.  I think Jason will put a "Reserved for Kink" sign on his suede couch as this was where Kink enjoyed being in the center of the social activity.   I can imagine Kink watching from his suede seat while Jason and friends yelled at the TV during a sporting event or as they jumped and laughed during a game on the Wii.  While Kink was on the couch, Simba was the "coffee-clatch cat" in the Greenwood neighborhood.  Simba had no problem inviting himself in to neighbors' homes if they happened to leave a door ajar.  Just goes to show you how much these guys like people.   And we are happy to have them back for a few more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-2617544769629758858?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/2617544769629758858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=2617544769629758858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2617544769629758858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2617544769629758858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/boys-are-back.html' title='The Boys are Back....'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SKM2OLC-qZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aBwUt1o_kyo/s72-c/DSC00698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-7997435356897616642</id><published>2008-08-12T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:32:42.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Lions' Return</title><content type='html'>I have been gone for over a month visiting relatives and enjoying summer in Michigan.  Now we are preparing the house for the Lions' return.  We hear that the boys had a wonderful time at Jason's Greenwood neighborhood home...racoons and all.  While I was away, I checked the blog regularly to catch up on the latest.  I think Jason has a knack for blogging.  The slide show, banner picture of the lions and U-Tube insert of "Lion Love" are all amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travel down to Seattle tonight to load up the boys and bring them back up north.  I'll post tomorrow to let you know how the boys react to yet another transition.  We are looking forward to their return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-7997435356897616642?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/7997435356897616642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=7997435356897616642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7997435356897616642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7997435356897616642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/preparing-for-lions-return.html' title='Preparing for Lions&apos; Return'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-396630172665232105</id><published>2008-08-11T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:26:36.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Has anyone seen this video? Its funny. I imagine this is what The Lions will do when KnK come back from Alaska. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-396630172665232105?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/396630172665232105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=396630172665232105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/396630172665232105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/396630172665232105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/lion-love.html' title='Lion Love'/><author><name>Jason Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668309401418366669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-4559709988454854838</id><published>2008-08-04T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:53:33.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions vs. Raccoons II</title><content type='html'>Hisssss...Hisssssss.....Grrrrrrr......Grrrrrr&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Incase&lt;/span&gt; you are unaware, those are the sounds The Lions make when surrounded by a family of Raccoons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was peacefully resting after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gruling&lt;/span&gt; 9 mile hike with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jessamy&lt;/span&gt; yesterday when the lions vs raccoons battle resumed after a one-week hiatus. I opened the back door to investigate the sounds when I saw three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Racoons&lt;/span&gt; surrounding The Lions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started screaming and yelling and scared off two of the raccoons and both cats but the biggest raccoon stood its ground. Now its Man vs. Raccoon. What did I do? Fight it with my bare hands? No. Throw a rock? No. This challenge was not only for the pride and safety of The Lions, but a turf battle. To keep my turf, I did what mankind did to claim America. I went for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt; gun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shots one and two missed the raccoon but startled it enough to run off. I then rounded up the lions into the house and closed off the kitty door to the garage and the back door About 20 minutes later, they reappeared in the back yard. I watched them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt; gun locked and loaded, from inside the house. It appears to be a mama raccoon and four cubs. As they ran across the back yard searching for more kitty food to steal, I got a good shot off and hit mama. She stopped, startled, and ran off into the neighbor's yard, cubs closely following. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won this battle, but I'm sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not the last of the raccoons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-4559709988454854838?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/4559709988454854838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=4559709988454854838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4559709988454854838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4559709988454854838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/08/lions-vs-raccoons-ii.html' title='Lions vs. Raccoons II'/><author><name>Jason Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668309401418366669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-1577353052432935191</id><published>2008-07-31T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:34:33.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion vs. Raccoon</title><content type='html'>I'm cheap. Cat food is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was getting ready for work when Josh, my roommate, excitedly inquired, "Hey Jason, buddy, pal, good morning! May I feed The Lions? Aside from sneezing, it is one of my most favorite activities in all the land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning fellow roommate, sir. Yes, you may feed The Lions, but be sure to watch your hand this time. You know how 'bitey' they can be in the morning," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh skipped with excitement toward the garage to enter The Lions Den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to tying my shoes when the back door abruptly opened, causing a breeze to float through the blonde curls on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, where is the cat food," Josh enquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh, in its usual place, dude. The drawer in the garage next to the kitty bowls," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I looked there, its gone," Josh said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgruntled, I walked to the garage and looked into the drawer, confirming Josh's discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back toward the house in the back yard, brainstorming on where the bag had walked off to. Were The Lions that hungry? Were we not feeding them enough? Right at that moment, I spotted the dry kitty food bag on the grass in the backyard, with several ripped holes. Not a single morsel of kitty food left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to last Saturday, Josh and I were in the living room when we spotted a large raccoon about twice the size of The Lions walk up to my front door, stop, then walk back across the street and into the neighbor's yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe it's spraying to mark it's territory," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like raccoons. I think they are cute and cuddly. I want one someday," Josh said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the real reason was the raccoon sniffed out a big meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I had some left over canned kitty food to feed them this morning so they won't ram their heads on our legs when we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raccoon has struck first, but believe me, The Lions and I will have our revenge. Beware, come to my house, you're stepping on a war zone...and I hope you like Raccoon Soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-1577353052432935191?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/1577353052432935191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=1577353052432935191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/1577353052432935191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/1577353052432935191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/07/lion-vs-raccoon.html' title='Lion vs. Raccoon'/><author><name>Jason Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668309401418366669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-2933350171279818143</id><published>2008-07-27T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:35:45.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions Roar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I worked all weekend tearing down and rebuilding my back yard fence. Matt, Josh R., Josh McD., Amy, and I tore down the fence and dug holes for new posts Saturday. Jessamy made a fantastic lunch for all of us. Simba also got in on the action. Good kitty! Its going to take a couple months (big backyard). Thus, I'm tired and don't have much to say. But I do have some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I did find some grey bird feathers scattered on the dining room floor today. No signs of any other bird parts yet. Maybe it will be in my cereal tomorrow morning. 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Lets just say they expressed their frustrations and Angie can't wear those clothes anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After an emotional exchange (...ahem, Angie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jessamy&lt;/span&gt;) The Lions are back living with me. I'm very happy to have them around. Luckily, they know the area well and were able to adapt quickly. I've got the kitty door open on the back door and garage door so they roam freely through the house, backyard, and garage. The only off limits location is Josh's room which of course is the place they want to roll around and spread their dander. I think they do a kitty laugh every time Josh sneezes 26 times in a row. What does a kitty laugh look and sound like? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hummm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SH1z9TpVldI/AAAAAAAACXw/QrhWikcPvbc/s320/cougs.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223458639902512594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SH1zaTZamaI/AAAAAAAACXo/dMX-WyC-vU8/s320/horseshoes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223458038540310946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As evidenced by the following photos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WSU&lt;/span&gt; Cougar fan. Sorry Aunt Sharon. Per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Simba's&lt;/span&gt; request, I've opened a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WSU&lt;/span&gt; college savings fund. Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cougs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt; beat me in a game of horseshoes but later I beat him in arm wrestling so we are even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-2464168754314657041?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/2464168754314657041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=2464168754314657041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2464168754314657041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2464168754314657041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/07/lions-return-httpbp2bloggercomrj00fm32l.html' title='The Lions Return'/><author><name>Jason Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668309401418366669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SH1z9TpVldI/AAAAAAAACXw/QrhWikcPvbc/s72-c/cougs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-7944155205581075511</id><published>2008-07-11T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:23:17.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angie's First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't think this email was intended to be a post, but I'll post it for Angie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe jess gave you my email address....I read your blog... a total figment of your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;I by the way I haven't even heard of what you are doing for jessamy's bday but it better be the best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways there was no mention of Kinks human size poop that he took in your blog...if he does another one I will take a pic for you. Kinks has found another hiding spot behind the baby's bed. Both the cats try to keep there distance from Kahlel...I think he is a little loud for them. But they are all about Karin though he is not quite as fond of them; I think he does have a soft spot for Simba though. I think Kinks might be depressed because he doesn't seem to eat as much as Simba. I have been doing to cups a day as you suggested not the one cup so maybe that has something to do with it. Anyways don't mean to interrupt your party planning for jess.... talk to you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-7944155205581075511?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/7944155205581075511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=7944155205581075511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7944155205581075511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7944155205581075511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/07/angies-first-post.html' title='Angie&apos;s First Post'/><author><name>Jason Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668309401418366669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-2325470637703449363</id><published>2008-07-09T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:35:39.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Landing</title><content type='html'>Jason here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb is in the land of strange accents (Michigan) for five weeks, meaning you will have to suffer through Jason's portrayal of The Chubby Lion Chronicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessamy and I delivered The Lions to Angie's beautiful 1930's home in West Seattle. They recently moved in and are still unpacking, making empty boxes great hiding spots for The Lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to my first-time Lion Handler anxiety, Angie had a Lost Lion scare on day three. She couldn't find Kink and called Jessamy in a frantic panic (I might be exaggerating for the sake of a good story):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EEK! I cannot find Kink! Oh dear, I have not seen him for three hours! Jessamy, you are wise beyond your years. Please help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie sidetracked, "speaking of years, you have a birthday coming soon. I've heard Jason will be doing something very nice for you. He is such a great guy for you, very caring and understanding. And Cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief silent moment that was slightly awkward, Angie got back on topic. "Oh, back to Kink. Please give me guidance so I may reunite with Kink. I miss him dearly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessamy, an experienced Lion Handler, giggled and calmly explained, "Oh, my poor, sweet cousin, Angie. What ever am I to do with you? Kink loves to hide in inexplicable locations such as Jason's sock drawer (photo in May's post). Dearest cousin, check all the nooks and crannies of your new home and I'm sure you will find Kink in the quickest of time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie became overwhelmed with hope and inspiration from the advice of her highly intelligent cousin. She immediately hung up the phone and began The Search for The Lion. Within minutes, Jessamy received a call from Angie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my dearest cousin! I have found Kink hiding in a moving box! Angie's voice beamed with joy. "You are quite the gem of a cousin, indeed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll end the sappy story. I think I could have gone on forever and bored everyone. Anyway, Angie is a VIP and not able to make regular posts/photos to the same frequency as Deb. Instead, Angie will send me emails while she is at work saving lives on boats (Coast Guard) and I'll post them for her. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-2325470637703449363?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/2325470637703449363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=2325470637703449363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2325470637703449363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2325470637703449363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/07/lion-landing.html' title='Lion Landing'/><author><name>Jason Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668309401418366669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-6149863705351107794</id><published>2008-07-05T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:52:05.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SG-wazUqB6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/B-R4SX0num8/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219584467645630370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SG-wazUqB6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/B-R4SX0num8/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday the boys headed south to their new temporary home in West Seattle.  Here Rick carries 45 pounds of lion weight to the car.  The boys were not too happy about the car ride but they did great.  Now they are staying with Angie, Kahlel and Karin.  Kahlel is almost 3 years old and loves kitties.  So the boys will be entertained.  Plus they will have three floors of stairs to run up and down.  They saw Jessamy and Jason during the transfer which was comforting to them.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up this morning without two hungry lions to feed.  Simba and Kink were a joy to have in the house and it is satisfying to know we kept them nourished, safe and cuddled for KnK.  Until we meet again......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-6149863705351107794?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/6149863705351107794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=6149863705351107794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6149863705351107794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6149863705351107794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SG-wazUqB6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/B-R4SX0num8/s72-c/DSC00694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-7833712091915663286</id><published>2008-07-03T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:37:39.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SG0_FTDws3I/AAAAAAAAADw/oTTNoVBxe4s/s1600-h/DSC00692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218896903440216946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SG0_FTDws3I/AAAAAAAAADw/oTTNoVBxe4s/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had thunderstorms and rain overnight so the ground was wet this morning.  That did not stop Simba from bringing me another chunky live mouse.   Good thing I am not afraid of mice.  I was at the kitchen sink and turned to find the frightened fur-ball scurrying for shelter with Simba following close behind.  In his haste, the mouse ran and fell off the upper floor landing to the stairs below where Simba was poised to pounce.  Since I am getting good at catching critters with cottage cheese cartons, I covered the mouse with a carton and then turned him loose outdoors.  I don't think Simba realizes that I am the spoiler of all his fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys' suitcases are packed and ready to go.  They will be moving to a new temporary home tomorrow.  Jessamy is going to take them to her cousin Angie where they'll stay for about a week until they can return to Jason's.  I know Jason will continue the blog.   I think the plan is for Simba and Kink to return here after my visit with relatives.  These boys have very special personalities and were a joy to cat-sit.  We look forward to seeing them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-7833712091915663286?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/7833712091915663286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=7833712091915663286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7833712091915663286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7833712091915663286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/07/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SG0_FTDws3I/AAAAAAAAADw/oTTNoVBxe4s/s72-c/DSC00692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-8464348950825290414</id><published>2008-07-01T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:41:20.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGrhC4LWEGI/AAAAAAAAADo/_uOL4-vqP_o/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218230557818097762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGrhC4LWEGI/AAAAAAAAADo/_uOL4-vqP_o/s320/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys have been here for over six weeks now.  They know the neighborhood well and come and go freely all day.  They have established a routine...eat around 7 am, followed by a morning stroll, then check back in for a scratch on the head, and back outside.  They start their long afternoon naps around 1 pm.   After a refreshing 2 or 3-hour snooze, they're back outdoors looking for critters.  Simba and Kink are in the house for the night by about 8:30 pm.  Simba would stay outside longer if I would let him.  Then they're to bed by 10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kink stays very close to the house and doesn't wander far.  He prefers a plush couch or chair indoors.   Simba must have some hound in his genes.  Many times he returns home with grass, dirt and maybe some flower pedals in his fur.   He has acquired a bit of a smudge on his nose that I've attempted to wipe off without success so far.  I'm hoping Kink can remove it when he gives Simba a face wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-8464348950825290414?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/8464348950825290414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=8464348950825290414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/8464348950825290414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/8464348950825290414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/07/daily-routine.html' title='Daily Routine'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGrhC4LWEGI/AAAAAAAAADo/_uOL4-vqP_o/s72-c/DSC00662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-4319221975419814826</id><published>2008-06-30T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:29:23.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions' Itinerary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGk98hLOrXI/AAAAAAAAADg/JM2wV-NV1is/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217769753192344946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGk98hLOrXI/AAAAAAAAADg/JM2wV-NV1is/s320/DSC00685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was the warmest day so far this year.  We had 85 degrees and sun.  Needless to say, the lions sought out shady spots to keep cool.  For some reason, Simba decided to climb up on the roof of our black car.  Here he is stretching and yawning...a photo opportunity I couldn't resist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are planning for the boys' transition to a new temporary home while I am away visiting relatives.  It looks like we'll take them to Seattle on July 4th where they'll stay with Jason or Jessamy's cousin Angie for a while.  They are very flexible and mellow.  So I'm sure they'll adapt fine once again.  Then I will be a "Chubby Lions" blog viewer instead of a blog writer.  NEWS FLASH...Simba just dropped a live mouse at my feet...I have to run!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-4319221975419814826?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/4319221975419814826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=4319221975419814826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4319221975419814826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4319221975419814826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/lions-itinerary.html' title='Lions&apos; Itinerary'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGk98hLOrXI/AAAAAAAAADg/JM2wV-NV1is/s72-c/DSC00685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-296968879764330694</id><published>2008-06-28T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:33:23.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Camp</title><content type='html'>Three mice, two moles, one live bunny (that survived and was released) and other various unrecognizable critter body parts....these are the gifts that Simba and Kink bring home.  Many of these catches have appeared in the house, living or dead.  I would much rather have a bouquet of flowers.  But in the lions' eyes, that's what I'm getting.  With sunrise at 4:15 am and sunset at 10 pm, the boys have plenty of daylight to hunt.  Rick is pleased that the moles have stopped making hills in our lawn and are moving next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the boys are enjoying "summer camp" with us.   Don't worry, Kate.  I know these boys will be thrilled to see you and Kevin upon your return.  I used to leave our family cat for several weeks each summer.  And she was always excited to see me when I came home.   She passed away earlier this year just before her 19th birthday.  We were blessed to have her for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-296968879764330694?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/296968879764330694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=296968879764330694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/296968879764330694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/296968879764330694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-camp.html' title='Summer Camp'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-2108433749878360671</id><published>2008-06-27T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:28:14.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Models</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGVmfqnz0FI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7LAG-tO693M/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216688437581828178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGVmfqnz0FI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7LAG-tO693M/s320/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGVmfytdJtI/AAAAAAAAADY/22WhtMgvd-A/s1600-h/IMG_2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216688439752992466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGVmfytdJtI/AAAAAAAAADY/22WhtMgvd-A/s320/IMG_2747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we can say that we are "wildlife photographers" with all this experience catching the lions in action on camera.  They are loads of fun to follow and photograph.  Maybe "National Geographic" will take notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-2108433749878360671?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/2108433749878360671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=2108433749878360671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2108433749878360671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2108433749878360671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/super-models.html' title='Super Models'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGVmfqnz0FI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7LAG-tO693M/s72-c/DSC00680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-6949780374223080912</id><published>2008-06-25T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:25:52.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Report</title><content type='html'>The lions are healthy and active.  Besides giving them many rubs and hugs, I brush them once or twice a day.  They seem to really enjoy it.  And they get regular exercise outdoors.  I don't believe they have lost or gained weight.  Kink is still a chunk to pick up and Simba's belly sways a bit when he walks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are being fed Iams dry food along with some Wysong thrown in for shiny coats.  As an added treat, I give them a small portion of canned cat food in the evening.  I got the idea one night when I opened a can of chili and they almost tripped over themselves trying to get to the kitchen counter.  They must have recognized the sound of the top being opened and associated it with cat food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have three litter boxes setup for their convenience and they always use them...never any accidents.  Simba and Kink talk to me throughout the day.  They were quiet for the first two weeks of their stay here.  But now they do not hesitate to let me know when they want a scratch behind the ears or food in their dishes.  They are great house guests.  Too bad I can't teach them how to vacuum and clean bathrooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-6949780374223080912?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/6949780374223080912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=6949780374223080912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6949780374223080912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6949780374223080912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/health-report.html' title='Health Report'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-3677577619362258530</id><published>2008-06-24T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:39:21.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creature Comforts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGFlZQO69FI/AAAAAAAAADI/xO8gHJJm9h8/s1600-h/Kinkcloset2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215561328000431186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGFlZQO69FI/AAAAAAAAADI/xO8gHJJm9h8/s320/Kinkcloset2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kink is always on the lookout for a great nap hideaway. Besides the linen closet, he likes Rick's jeans shelf in the walk-in closet. He was scoping out Rick's underwear drawer the other day as I was putting laundry away. But I don't think Rick would appreciate furry Fruit-of-the-Looms. So I told Kink "no".   I'm sure he'll continue his quest for nap nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-3677577619362258530?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/3677577619362258530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=3677577619362258530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3677577619362258530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3677577619362258530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/creature-comforts.html' title='Creature Comforts'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SGFlZQO69FI/AAAAAAAAADI/xO8gHJJm9h8/s72-c/Kinkcloset2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-3155349395543520835</id><published>2008-06-23T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:53:20.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Heaven</title><content type='html'>Our absence from the blog does not mean that the moles have invaded.  The lions helped us host a long-time college friend and her daughter for the last few days.  We had an enjoyable time visiting with Adrienne and Emily, traveling to the San Juan Islands and just kicking back.  Kink and Simba were gracious and friendly as is their natures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is supposed to be lovely this week so the boys will have plenty of time to savor the warm air and scope out new prey.  We have always believed our home with acreage on a quiet cul-de-sac is cat heaven.  I think Simba and Kink agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-3155349395543520835?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/3155349395543520835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=3155349395543520835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3155349395543520835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3155349395543520835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/cat-heaven.html' title='Cat Heaven'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-5288715788322360509</id><published>2008-06-19T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:46:24.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mole - Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>Guess what.  Kink must have discovered a nest of baby moles because he brought another one into the house this morning.  For all I know it could have been the same mole that he brought home yesterday because the long-snouted rodent headed straight for that crack between the fireplace hearth and wood floor.  I grabbed the mole by the tail and released him into the wild with the possibility of meeting again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been leaving a door open just wide enough for the boys to come in and out of the house at their convenience during daylight hours.  However, I may be rethinking that.  I certainly don't want any other unscrupulous critters appearing at my feet while I am trying to enjoy my morning cup of coffee.  Kink has proven that his hunting abilities are equal to Simba's.  Now I just have to figure out how to tell Kink he doesn't need to convince me of that any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-5288715788322360509?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/5288715788322360509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=5288715788322360509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5288715788322360509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5288715788322360509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/mole-deja-vu.html' title='The Mole - Deja Vu'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-748362095000711298</id><published>2008-06-18T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:16:50.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFldvo_uP5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_-ao1Jbykag/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213301116697984914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFldvo_uP5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_-ao1Jbykag/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFldxGz6dxI/AAAAAAAAADA/ducgGkWoXIE/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213301141881386770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFldxGz6dxI/AAAAAAAAADA/ducgGkWoXIE/s320/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Kink is tired of Simba getting all the glory for his hunting prowess. So this morning he set out on his walk outdoors and brought back a baby mole....alive! That might not seem like a big deal except that he carried the wiggling mole between his teeth and brought him to me in the house! I was drinking coffee and working on the computer when Kink proudly dropped the frightened mole in front of me. At first I thought he was a mouse, but upon closer examination, I saw his distinctive long snout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It took about two seconds for the mole to gather his wits, then he took off running. Kink took chase and cornered him in the bathroom as seen in the picture. I closed the door in order to trap him, but the mole squeezed under the door back into the living room. Of course Kink sniffed him out. The mole had found a hiding place in a crevasse between the wood floor and fireplace hearth. I extracted him by the tail and let him loose outside. (Don't tell my husband that I didn't kill him.) All of the excitement wore Kink out. Now he is snoozing, snoring and most likely dreaming of future hunts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-748362095000711298?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/748362095000711298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=748362095000711298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/748362095000711298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/748362095000711298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/mole.html' title='The Mole'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFldvo_uP5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_-ao1Jbykag/s72-c/DSC00667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-7746751699943317976</id><published>2008-06-17T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:07:14.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Plans</title><content type='html'>The boys have settled into a fairly consistent routine.  They are wide-eyed and ready to eat around 6:30 a.m.  When their bellies are full, they go outside for a morning walk.  Kink takes a quick stroll then returns to the house while Simba surveys the property to make sure all is in order.  If he happens to come across an unsuspecting mouse along the way, all the better.  The weather has been pleasant but cool.  Nothing to write home about.  We are hoping for some warmer temperatures by July 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made plans to visit family in July.  And Rick will follow later so we are making arrangements to transfer the lions back to Jason sometime in the coming weeks.  When we return, we expect that the boys will head north back to Ferndale.  It is good that they are easy-going and flexible.  As I have said before, we enjoy having them.  And I know I will miss their sweet personalities while I am away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-7746751699943317976?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/7746751699943317976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=7746751699943317976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7746751699943317976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7746751699943317976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-plans.html' title='Summer Plans'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-3159917509451189940</id><published>2008-06-15T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:30:05.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFWWiGJBT8I/AAAAAAAAACg/U2ZWEh6votk/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212237656259383234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFWWiGJBT8I/AAAAAAAAACg/U2ZWEh6votk/s320/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lions would like to wish their dad, Kevin, a Happy Father's Day.  We're sure they are looking forward to cuddling and sitting on his lap when he returns.  Here they are enjoying a leisurely Father's Day nap.  (Rick is napping on another couch downstairs.)  I suppose you think that all they do is sleep here based on the frequent nap photos.  It just happens to be the time when they offer the cutiest poses for picture taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-3159917509451189940?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/3159917509451189940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=3159917509451189940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3159917509451189940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3159917509451189940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFWWiGJBT8I/AAAAAAAAACg/U2ZWEh6votk/s72-c/DSC00661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-8339178905458614924</id><published>2008-06-14T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:55:02.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubberband Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFQEpgCkVBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/L5nifJUYArI/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211795779796358162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFQEpgCkVBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/L5nifJUYArI/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFQErKeyDUI/AAAAAAAAACY/rnEizQZzTzw/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211795808368856386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFQErKeyDUI/AAAAAAAAACY/rnEizQZzTzw/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFQDJvtNW8I/AAAAAAAAACI/ifAAfs3CHh8/s1600-h/Simbayoga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211794134734298050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFQDJvtNW8I/AAAAAAAAACI/ifAAfs3CHh8/s320/Simbayoga.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Simba's extraordinary talents is his ability to twist, stretch and turn his body. He entertained us yesterday during nap time with various positions in his quest to achieve ultimate comfort. As you can see, we may need to get another couch for people to sit on since Simba takes up the entire sofa. Also we're thinking of asking him to lead us in some yoga workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-8339178905458614924?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/8339178905458614924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=8339178905458614924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/8339178905458614924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/8339178905458614924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/rubberband-man.html' title='Rubberband Man'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFQEpgCkVBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/L5nifJUYArI/s72-c/DSC00653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-7127657880287315529</id><published>2008-06-12T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:44:36.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFFrnFRswjI/AAAAAAAAACA/VN9Vb_nB9IE/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211064563019858482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFFrnFRswjI/AAAAAAAAACA/VN9Vb_nB9IE/s320/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's Girls Night Out in Seattle so Rick and the boys will be on their own tonight.  I'm going to spend the evening with Jessamy, her cousins, and aunt.  Even though Rick is not around as much as I am, the boys like him quite a bit.  If Kink has a choice between laps, he'll choose Rick's without a second thought.  I'm sure the boys, including Rick, will enjoy the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is getting nicer as you can see in the picture.  The boys are finally getting some sun.  Simba is intrigued by the resident squirrel population.  He hasn't made a move on them though.  I think he knows how fierce they would be in an encounter.  Simba and Kink both stick close to the house and don't wander too far.  Their outings are mostly in the morning followed by long afternoon naps indoors on the cushy sofa and chair.  What a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-7127657880287315529?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/7127657880287315529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=7127657880287315529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7127657880287315529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7127657880287315529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/bachelor-party.html' title='Bachelor Party'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFFrnFRswjI/AAAAAAAAACA/VN9Vb_nB9IE/s72-c/DSC00624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-5418272782310684990</id><published>2008-06-11T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:18:42.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFA_lSB8API/AAAAAAAAAB4/SFWpjtV4iKg/s1600-h/Brotherlylove.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210734678595338482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFA_lSB8API/AAAAAAAAAB4/SFWpjtV4iKg/s320/Brotherlylove.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;There is no doubt these boys are brothers.  Here Kink cleans up those hard-to-reach places for Simba.  Not much more I can say.  They are a joy to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-5418272782310684990?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/5418272782310684990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=5418272782310684990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5418272782310684990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5418272782310684990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-ties.html' title='Family Ties'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SFA_lSB8API/AAAAAAAAAB4/SFWpjtV4iKg/s72-c/Brotherlylove.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-6679241969318117564</id><published>2008-06-10T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:27:29.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowardly Lion</title><content type='html'>The boys have not let our "winter in June" weather stop their outdoors activities.  However, yesterday they were exploring around the yard when a sudden cloudburst had them running for cover.  Simba made it to the house as the rain came pouring down but Kink was nowhere in sight.  Simba was concerned and went from window to window looking for his brother.  Finally, Kink made a dash for the door where he found a relieved Simba waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Kink is not too keen about going outside again while Simba is stalking the neighborhood black squirrel.  He even brought home a baby mole from our adjacent grassy field.  Kink, on the other hand, growls at the garbage truck when it comes down the lane and then runs to hide.  I guess he is the "cowardly lion" but very sweet and loveable.   We wouldn't change him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-6679241969318117564?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/6679241969318117564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=6679241969318117564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6679241969318117564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6679241969318117564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/cowardly-lion.html' title='Cowardly Lion'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-6981016248535640541</id><published>2008-06-08T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T12:53:58.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lions Venture Outdoors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEwzGZo-UEI/AAAAAAAAABg/T_uwM32lBAc/s1600-h/IMG_2748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209595054015795266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEwzGZo-UEI/AAAAAAAAABg/T_uwM32lBAc/s320/IMG_2748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEwzHF3B0oI/AAAAAAAAABo/SZYb1fYeBOg/s1600-h/simbahjune8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209595065885905538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEwzHF3B0oI/AAAAAAAAABo/SZYb1fYeBOg/s320/simbahjune8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEwzHftVlKI/AAAAAAAAABw/YpIWeju-Txk/s1600-h/simbamouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209595072824579234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEwzHftVlKI/AAAAAAAAABw/YpIWeju-Txk/s320/simbamouse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was a milestone day for the boys. After three weeks of being housecats, we gave them the opportunity to go outdoors. When Simba stepped out onto the driveway for the first time, he started to chatter. We could tell he was in his element. It took less than an hour for him to bag his first mouse (see black blob at the bottom of last picture). When Kink saw the trophy mouse, Simba tossed it in the air to show Kink that his hunting skills were still intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation for the big day, I applied some flea/tick protection to the back of their necks last night. Needless to say, they were not happy. They gave me the cold shoulder for a while but forgave me eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first photo of Simba is courtesy of Rick. My husband is the photographic genius in the family as is obvious by this picture. He couldn't resist joining in the fun this morning as Simba and Kink explored the property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kink was happy to sniff around a bit but quickly retreated to the house for a quick nap. It was an enjoyable morning watching the boys thoroughly relish their outdoors excursion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-6981016248535640541?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/6981016248535640541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=6981016248535640541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6981016248535640541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6981016248535640541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/lions-venture-outdoors.html' title='Lions Venture Outdoors'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEwzGZo-UEI/AAAAAAAAABg/T_uwM32lBAc/s72-c/IMG_2748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-2438957370084200087</id><published>2008-06-07T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:02:56.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SErHKMuj9wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/er9ozke5lvs/s1600-h/Kinksnore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209194897036539650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SErHKMuj9wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/er9ozke5lvs/s320/Kinksnore.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SErHK2sn1FI/AAAAAAAAABY/B1VWjTeVFZ4/s1600-h/Simbanap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209194908302693458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SErHK2sn1FI/AAAAAAAAABY/B1VWjTeVFZ4/s320/Simbanap.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These lions have certainly mastered the art of power napping.  Simba likes to stretch out.  He may be dreaming about having his belly rubbed.  Sometimes Simba opens one eye to make sure he isn't missing anything.  Then he returns to his slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kink loves to soak in the sun while he snoozes.  And his naps tend to be longer than his brother's.  We're thinking about getting Kink some Breathe Right nasal strips because his snoring is so loud that it rivals the noise from the neighbors' chainsaw as they are trimming their trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-2438957370084200087?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/2438957370084200087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=2438957370084200087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2438957370084200087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2438957370084200087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z.html' title='Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SErHKMuj9wI/AAAAAAAAABQ/er9ozke5lvs/s72-c/Kinksnore.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-4360514786271404362</id><published>2008-06-06T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:31:19.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion(s) in Winter</title><content type='html'>I think that's the title of a book/movie from years ago.  Anyway, we have had dismal weather so far in June.  It feels like winter.  The boys don't seem to mind though.  They go out on the deck rain or shine.  I keep a towel handy so we can wipe them down when they come in.  There's a black squirrel they like to watch along with the many birds who delight in antagonizing while perched in the wisteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have the run of the house most of the time.  Although we have KnK's blessing to let them outside, I think I would worry if they decided to stay outside for a night.  If a particularly nice day comes along, I may take them out with me while I do lawn work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-4360514786271404362?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/4360514786271404362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=4360514786271404362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4360514786271404362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4360514786271404362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/lions-in-winter.html' title='The Lion(s) in Winter'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-525845959385126949</id><published>2008-06-04T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:48:08.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings of the Jungle (House)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEcKTqrRt2I/AAAAAAAAABI/D7tG4hyOWRw/s1600-h/Simbabar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208142827066865506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEcKTqrRt2I/AAAAAAAAABI/D7tG4hyOWRw/s320/Simbabar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No.  Simba is not waiting for his dinner to be served at the table.  I think my husband would have me committed if I pampered the boys that much.  Simba enjoys following me around the house since he knows I can administer a good belly rub.  Kink likes to cuddle in bed and purr in our ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we may have secured the deck so the boys can't jump up to the railing.  Rick installed some flexible netting on the railing which should deter them.   We'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-525845959385126949?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/525845959385126949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=525845959385126949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/525845959385126949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/525845959385126949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/kings-of-jungle-house.html' title='Kings of the Jungle (House)'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEcKTqrRt2I/AAAAAAAAABI/D7tG4hyOWRw/s72-c/Simbabar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-176448256451370376</id><published>2008-06-03T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T15:12:51.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEW9UxOlhhI/AAAAAAAAABA/bKx3o3G3xrM/s1600-h/Deckkitties.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207776708633396754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEW9UxOlhhI/AAAAAAAAABA/bKx3o3G3xrM/s320/Deckkitties.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys enjoyed a nice day yesterday lounging on the deck.  However, this morning, they discovered that they can jump up on the railing and get a better view.  I grabbed Kink as he was teetering while trying to balance himself.   My concern is that they will either try to jump or may even fall.   I am sure this would result in injuries or worse.   Rick and I will see if we can rig some sort of barrier on the deck so they can't jump.  If this is not effective, we need to come up with an alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question to KnK......&lt;br /&gt;The boys have been here for over two weeks now.  Would you feel comfortable with us letting them go outside during the day?  We would make sure they are inside to sleep each night.&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of cats in the neighborhood and a dog that goes outside sometimes with supervision.  We have seen racoons and coyotes infrequently but they are around.  We would do our best to keep an eye on the boys but can't stop them from roaming.  We are on a deadend lane with no traffic so that's not an issue unless they decided to wander off toward the main road.  Just let us know what you prefer.  Our goal is to keep Simba and Kink safe but not confined inside on nice days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-176448256451370376?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/176448256451370376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=176448256451370376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/176448256451370376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/176448256451370376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-challenge.html' title='New challenge'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SEW9UxOlhhI/AAAAAAAAABA/bKx3o3G3xrM/s72-c/Deckkitties.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-1161543625547710061</id><published>2008-06-02T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:41:07.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simba the Hunter</title><content type='html'>Now that Simba has conquered the rug population in our house, he started stalking the refrigerator!  Simba discovered that the water pipe behind the refrigerator moves when the icemaker operates....obviously a menace he needs to control.  So he lays on the floor close enough to the back of the refrigerator in order to spot any suspicious activity.   I don't think he's going to outmatch the refrigerator though.  And luckily, he is too large (chubby per Jason) to fit behind the refrigerator so we are not too concerned that he will disconnect anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick and I were watching an older movie last night called "Secondhand Lion".  I don't know if any of you remember the film, but it was a moving story about a emotionally neglected boy who ends up staying with his crazy uncles.  They get him an old and tired lion as a pet.  And they bought a bunch of "Purina Lion Chow" to feed the poor animal.  These lions are doing fine on  conventional cat food.  I bought them some good "Iams" indoor cat and hairball control food.  I'm also mixing in some high quality "Wysong" to make their coats shiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-1161543625547710061?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/1161543625547710061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=1161543625547710061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/1161543625547710061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/1161543625547710061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/simba-hunter.html' title='Simba the Hunter'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-5666285965463806180</id><published>2008-06-01T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:18:23.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SELKI6JPEpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SRBsfwdfZbA/s1600-h/KinkSimbarug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206946373589471890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SELKI6JPEpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SRBsfwdfZbA/s320/KinkSimbarug.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lions were full of energy this morning.  They wrestled with rugs and each other. Simba ended up in a time out on the deck for a while because he was getting so wound up.  I still don't think we'll turn them loose outside without restriction because of the neighborhood cats, local racoons and the coyote family that is spotted periodically even in daylight.  The boys have been very entertaining and great house guests.  We enjoy having them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SELKJqJPEqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2jSRvVWO6uY/s1600-h/Kingrug2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206946386474373794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SELKJqJPEqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2jSRvVWO6uY/s320/Kingrug2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-5666285965463806180?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/5666285965463806180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=5666285965463806180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5666285965463806180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5666285965463806180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/06/play-time.html' title='Play Time'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SELKI6JPEpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SRBsfwdfZbA/s72-c/KinkSimbarug.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-6665702718518147423</id><published>2008-05-30T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:11:14.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prophecy comes true</title><content type='html'>When the lions first arrived, Rick and I talked about letting them sleep with us.  Rick said if we allowed that, it wouldn't be long before I have a cat (lion) on my head when I wake up.  Well...his prophecy came true this morning.  I awoke to find Kink on my pillow above my head.  (Not much room for me.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Simba and Kink are not bed hogs and usually camp out at the end of the bed.  However, I think Kink had enough of me sleeping longer than his hunger pangs would tolerate.  They are very good boys.  I am surprised at how affectionate they are...particularly to us strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks for your comments to our blogging.  I didn't realize the boys were such celebrities.  I will be sure to tell them that their relatives are checking on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-6665702718518147423?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/6665702718518147423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=6665702718518147423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6665702718518147423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6665702718518147423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/prophecy-comes-true.html' title='Prophecy comes true'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-4111948569684984370</id><published>2008-05-29T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:02:28.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rug Wars - The Multicolor Menace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SD8m6qJPEoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kR-eyvdjVOw/s1600-h/Simbarug.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205922483450876546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SD8m6qJPEoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kR-eyvdjVOw/s320/Simbarug.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rug wars continue.  And I can assure you that Simba is the ultimate Jedi Lion as he defeats every rug that shows aggressive behavior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-4111948569684984370?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/4111948569684984370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=4111948569684984370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4111948569684984370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4111948569684984370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/rug-wars-multicolor-menace.html' title='Rug Wars - The Multicolor Menace'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SD8m6qJPEoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kR-eyvdjVOw/s72-c/Simbarug.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-6793535415698202818</id><published>2008-05-29T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:57:04.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-6793535415698202818?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/6793535415698202818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=6793535415698202818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6793535415698202818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6793535415698202818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-4125858775148829656</id><published>2008-05-27T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:49:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SDyAz6JPEnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_bg7OQFMDwU/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205176898603127410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SDyAz6JPEnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_bg7OQFMDwU/s320/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a jungle out there!  But you'd never know by looking at these two cuddly lions.  They enjoyed a morning nap together on their "throne"..the leather chair that has been off limits to every other animal that has been in the house up until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-4125858775148829656?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/4125858775148829656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=4125858775148829656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4125858775148829656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4125858775148829656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly Love'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SDyAz6JPEnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/_bg7OQFMDwU/s72-c/DSC00610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-669984144645940353</id><published>2008-05-26T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:03:58.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Lions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SDtrMmosa9I/AAAAAAAACRI/PJeVhLY2Zzg/s1600-h/IMG_1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SDtrMmosa9I/AAAAAAAACRI/PJeVhLY2Zzg/s320/IMG_1174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204871658630573010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessamy is bidding farewell to Kink prior to the long journey to their new home in Ferndale. She later visited the chiropractor.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SDtrA2osa7I/AAAAAAAACQ4/KXgXt5-ICvY/s1600-h/IMG_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SDtrA2osa7I/AAAAAAAACQ4/KXgXt5-ICvY/s320/IMG_1171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204871456767110066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SDtrBWosa8I/AAAAAAAACRA/UkZSJHJjYT8/s1600-h/IMG_1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SDtrBWosa8I/AAAAAAAACRA/UkZSJHJjYT8/s320/IMG_1170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204871465357044674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kink loved sleeping 15+ hours in my sock drawer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-669984144645940353?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/669984144645940353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=669984144645940353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/669984144645940353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/669984144645940353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/wild-lions.html' title='Wild Lions'/><author><name>Jason Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668309401418366669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rJ00fM32LIg/SDtrMmosa9I/AAAAAAAACRI/PJeVhLY2Zzg/s72-c/IMG_1174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-7994210642008307813</id><published>2008-05-26T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:05:38.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simba conquers enemy</title><content type='html'>Simba has protected us from some recently discovered in-house predators.....our area rugs!  He loves to attack and wrestle with the various rugs we have scattered across the wood floor.  There is no rug too big or small for him to tackle.  It is very entertaining to watch him roll around under a rug, with the rug wrapped around his body and between his paws.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kink had a long and leisurely nap in the sun yesterday further reinforcing his lion heritage.  We may have to take him for some sleep apnea treatments though because his snoring was very loud.  He seemed to be content and his brother waited for him to wake up before they started the playful wrestling matches and chasing sessions that are now part of their daily routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-7994210642008307813?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/7994210642008307813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=7994210642008307813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7994210642008307813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7994210642008307813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/simba-conquers-enemy.html' title='Simba conquers enemy'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-2404324358185969037</id><published>2008-05-23T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:49:13.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog days</title><content type='html'>As they were sunbathing on their deck perch, the Lions spotted the neighbor dog for the first time since their arrival.  Needless to say, Simba was very interested in watching the dog retrieve frisbee tosses from his owner.  But Kink just growled and then ran to hide under the bed.  Otherwise not much activity today.  I think the boys (lions) are content.  They like to have their bellies rubbed and enjoy an occassional cuddle on our laps.  They are very mellow and friendly.  I am sure this is a reflection of the love and care they got from their mom &amp; dad, K&amp;K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-2404324358185969037?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/2404324358185969037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=2404324358185969037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2404324358185969037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/2404324358185969037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/dog-days.html' title='Dog days'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-3117926349614813852</id><published>2008-05-22T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:03:49.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret hiding place</title><content type='html'>Each morning Kink disappears for a while to take a quiet cat nap.  I haven't been able to find out where he goes until this morning.  I was getting towels out of the linen closet and then he popped out from behind the sheets on the third shelf.  Perfect spot for a cat to nap undisturbed.  Now that I'm on to him I will make sure the linen closet doors are closed.  We'll see if he finds a new spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-3117926349614813852?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/3117926349614813852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=3117926349614813852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3117926349614813852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/3117926349614813852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/secret-hiding-place.html' title='Secret hiding place'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-4220476003780724163</id><published>2008-05-21T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:22:11.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoozing Simba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SDSgWzcNtCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/v6jZFqy8VHc/s1600-h/Simba+snooze.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SDSgWzcNtCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/v6jZFqy8VHc/s320/Simba+snooze.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202959783145878562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-4220476003780724163?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/4220476003780724163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=4220476003780724163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4220476003780724163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4220476003780724163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/snoozing-simba.html' title='Snoozing Simba'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SDSgWzcNtCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/v6jZFqy8VHc/s72-c/Simba+snooze.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-6049207631790331524</id><published>2008-05-21T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:12:46.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, May 21, 2008</title><content type='html'>The Lions are enjoying the day on the deck watching birds and bugs.  It is nap time now.  They are both snoozing soundly on cushy chairs.  We are still trying to adapt to their wakeup schedule.  It seems that sunrise is their desired wake up time.  That means about 4:25 a.m.  We experiment each night with rigging the downstairs door so they can't scratch or dig into the carpet in their attempts to open the door.  I think we will eventually figure out a mutually agreeable arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are "sweet boys" as Jessamy would say.  They offer plenty of affection to us and each other.  Yesterday Kink washed Simba's faced and hugged him for about 10 minutes.  It was so cute.  I didn't think Simba was a "lap kitty" (lion) until he jumped on my lap this morning while I was on the computer.  What a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know they would be thrilled to go outside without limitations.  We will wait for at least another week to ten days and get Jason's OK before we turn them loose into the yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-6049207631790331524?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/6049207631790331524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=6049207631790331524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6049207631790331524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/6049207631790331524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/wednesday-may-21-2008.html' title='Wednesday, May 21, 2008'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-7221263662460253451</id><published>2008-05-20T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:33:43.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rick &amp; Kink getting acquainted 5/19/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SDNDVDcNtBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WqLQQRViFtk/s1600-h/RicknKink+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SDNDVDcNtBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WqLQQRViFtk/s320/RicknKink+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202576023523013650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-7221263662460253451?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/7221263662460253451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=7221263662460253451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7221263662460253451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/7221263662460253451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/rick-kink-getting-acquainted-51908.html' title='Rick &amp; Kink getting acquainted 5/19/08'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-2LzlIRYWY/SDNDVDcNtBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WqLQQRViFtk/s72-c/RicknKink+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-4157109539866934277</id><published>2008-05-20T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:28:38.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 in Ferndale</title><content type='html'>The lions are adapting quickly to their temporary home here in the small little town of Ferndale.  We think they like the quiet deadend lane location with bunches of birds to watch.  Their favorite spot is on the second story deck - rain or shine.  We have a towel handy to dry them off when they decide to come back in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed them in today.  Kink is 21 pounds while Simba is a svelt 20 pounds.   I've considered using them as free weights but I don't want to put my back out.  They are wonderful cats and very entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason was correct when he said Kink prefers men.  I have a picture of Kink sitting on Rick's lap that I will try to post.  If I'm unsuccessful, I'll let Jason post it.  On day 2 Kink just hopped up on Rick's lap like he knew him for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post updates on a daily basis, when possible.  Our goal is to keep the Lions healthy, happy and loved until they return home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-4157109539866934277?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/4157109539866934277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=4157109539866934277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4157109539866934277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/4157109539866934277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-3-in-ferndale.html' title='Day 3 in Ferndale'/><author><name>Deb Staeb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15368293992728606938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-5004372330242119176</id><published>2008-05-19T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:48:03.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lions' First Days in Bellingham</title><content type='html'>[this is an email update from Deb]&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jason;&lt;br /&gt;The cats are doing great. They have been spending a lot of time on the deck and enjoying the birds and outdoors activities. Kink growled when a truck came down the lane then ran in the house and hid under the bed. He's not much of a watchdog. We are still trying to come up with a sleeping arrangement. They figured out how to open the door to the upstairs on Saturday night. So last night Rick put a bungee chord around the handle to make it more difficult for them to open. However, they made attempts throughout the night so we may just have to let them come upstairs. You were right about them liking men. Kink jumped up on Rick's lap last night when he was watching TV. They are good boys and are fun to have. I will take some pictures in the next few days and forward them to you. Take care of that toe.&lt;br /&gt;Deb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-5004372330242119176?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/5004372330242119176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=5004372330242119176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5004372330242119176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/5004372330242119176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/lions-first-days-in-bellingham.html' title='The Lions&apos; First Days in Bellingham'/><author><name>Jason Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668309401418366669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902133421339978581.post-8783526138418117261</id><published>2008-05-19T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:05:32.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lions Move North</title><content type='html'>For two weeks, I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;catsitter&lt;/span&gt; for my cousin's two cats, Kink and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt;. For this blog I'll refer to them as The Lions. They are brothers. They are cute and cuddly and large. 25 lbs each! Kink is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuddler&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt; is the hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their parents are my cousin-in-law, Kate and cousin Kevin. They are temporarily moving to Alaska to fly people around, catch fish and dodge grizzlies. I've created this blog so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KnK&lt;/span&gt; can check in on The Lions and see how they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Upon first release into my home, The Lions get a good sniff of the place and find the darkest, snuggest corner to sequester themselves for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: I come home from work and The Lions are so well hidden I cannot find them. I decide to put food in the bowl per my cousin's strict diet regimen: feed them each 1/2 cup at 7am and 7pm. They come running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: I cannot pry Kink off my lap. I think we might be going steady. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; to question Kink's sexuality. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jessamy&lt;/span&gt; is jealous of the cuddle time we spend together. I cannot pry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt; from the window. He wants to hunt the birdies in my backyard. It seems The Lions have adjusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Josh, my roommate, unexpectedly discovers through 3,459 sneezes that he is allergic to The Lions. He loves cats, and was excited to pet and cuddle with them, but this new allergy is insurmountable. Not even the strongest generic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Claritin&lt;/span&gt; knockoff antihistamine can curb his symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Luckily, I am able to find new lion-sitters: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jessamy's&lt;/span&gt; parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward to Day 14: With the approval of Kate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jessamy&lt;/span&gt; and I deliver The Lions to their new temporary home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bellingham&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jessamy's&lt;/span&gt; mother is a cat lover and sadly lost her own cat, who recently passed away after 48 years (this could be exaggerated) of meows. She will be an excellent lion-sitter. She will be emailing me updates and photos and I'll be posting them on this blog for all Lion Lovers to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902133421339978581-8783526138418117261?l=chubbylions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/feeds/8783526138418117261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902133421339978581&amp;postID=8783526138418117261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/8783526138418117261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902133421339978581/posts/default/8783526138418117261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chubbylions.blogspot.com/2008/05/lions-move-north.html' title='The Lions Move North'/><author><name>Jason Smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09668309401418366669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
