Saturday, April 18, 2015

Introducing Lucy!

The Riley Zoo has grown a little bit this week. Introducing Lucy, 3 year old ball python. Don't ask me why I chose the name Lucy. When I had her in my office at work, she just looked like a Lucy to me. I didn't come up with anything else so that is what I named her! She is currently hanging out in her hide box, but likes to poke her head out on occasion. She'll get her first meal tomorrow. What does she eat? Small rats.

Sunday, March 29, 2015


Hiway-- Professional Escape Artist
This morning Mom left to go do something, who knows what, and I was left in my cage. This is unacceptable. I mean it is spring, I'm supposed to be looking for a mate, right? So I left the comfort of my cage through the escape hatch. I only open it on occasion and I thought today was the best day to do it. I pestered Sunny for a bit, as he is my best friend. And I chewed on a package that Mom has sitting on the wall ready to go to the post office. Mom had no clue I was out this time when she came home. Usually I'm off somewhere in the confines on the zoo and I give myself away by yelling as she comes up the stairs. For some reasons she can tell by my voice I'm not where I am supposed to be. This time I was on top of Sunny's cage so I was only a couple feet off my normal local.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Photo Evidence

Recent happenings at the Riley Zoo: 

Hiway got a shower!

Soaked to the bone!

Jake visited the ponies in the barn!

Jake said "ahhhhh" so I could check his teeth........

Jake loves the playhouse

What a ham!

Holland guarded my keyboard, even in his sleep.

Aberdeen looked bored

Hiway thinks my IV stand is a great perch! 

Thursday, March 5, 2015


Jake, Service Dog, 4 Years Old
The best thing about being a service dog is that Mom never forgets to buy me a toy when she is at the store. Okay, so I get one every third or fourth visit. But because I am with her, I get to pick it out. She doesn't let me touch them until it is bought, but she'll grab one and gauge my response to it. She knows she got the right one when I try to get it out of the basket before we get to the register. I have about 25 toys right now.....

One of my favorite toys is a cat bed. Or so Mom tells me every time I bring it to her to play fetch with. It looks like a giant fleece Frisbee . How am I supposed to know Holland and Aberdeen are expected to lay on it? They sleep on the bed with me now days.

Sleepy Furbabies

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Aberdeen, Queen of the Zoo

Aberdeen here, the only other female in house.

Aberdeen (blue/grey) and Holland
My brother Holland and I make up the EU Twins (because we are named after places in the European Union, I guess). We are a smidgen shy of 6 months old and were adopted from The Cat House in Lincoln, NE. I like to snuggle with Mom in the evenings and watch as she works on the laptop. Actually, I inhibit her working by walking on the keyboard. Or I make Holland do it as he is well versed in the computer. He watches TV with her and bats at the critters on nature documentaries.

The bird isn't behind the computer? 
I am an elusive kitty. I like to sneak around the house and pop up when Mom is up to something exciting like going to the bathroom or making coffee. I hide under the living room chair while she gets her gear together for the day and stare intently at her feet like I am going to batt them. But only if Jake is not around. That Jake character is intimidating. I don't know what Holland sees in him....I mean he sleeps with a stuffed octopus!


At least Holland just looks cute when he sleeps:


Monday, February 23, 2015

The Management


My first pet was a ladybug. I don't remember it but family lore is that I kept it in a baby food jar with a stick and some plants and one day it got misplaced. I was hysterical for days after losing it and kept asking where it was. As I grew older I had a habit of "helping" animals by bringing them home. An embarrassing treasure of a story  is that one day I brought home a headless mole in my pocket and told no one it was there. My father found it when he was doing laundry. I wish I could have seen his face when he found it!

Looking back, my  earliest memory of helping an animal was trying to save a drowning bee. We had a large kiddy pool in our yard in Crete, NE when I was 3 years old. My Dad would let it heat up during the day, and we'd get in our swimsuits in the evening and take our baths out there. One day I came across a bee in the pool and used my hand to get her out. She stung me. If it had gone as planned I don't think I would remember the event. After that day I fished bees/wasps out of water using a leaf or other such object to avoid the tail end of the insect.

Cassie (my sister) and I were exposed to a variety of animals/pets and the result was a deep desire to spend my life with as many as reasonably responsible. As a child I saw the problem with bad husbandry (we didn't know what we were doing a lot of the time) and learned a lot through trial and error. One big influence in my life was my YMCA Big Sister. She worked for Nebraska Game and Parks and she introduced me to birding, tracking, and enjoying wildlife. My love of outdoors, birding, studying field guides and keeping dogs came from her. She rounded out my animal experience, whether she knows it or not.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

It's Raining!

Hiway the neighborhood loud mouth here:

Hiway, Blue and Gold Macaw, Age 14.5
I've discovered that the best way to get Mom to give me a shower is to act squirrely for a day or two. I have to wait until she can safely shower with me, so I have to be somewhat patient. Thankfully she doesn't have her port accessed today (Freedom Day she calls it) so I got enjoy the indoor rain maker with her this afternoon.

I'm a tropical bird, I like water. Unlike Roni and Sine I will not attempt to take a bath in my water dish. Sine is the only one who can actually fit into the water dish, Roni just thinks he can. In reality he looks like a fool splashing water all around. Our fearless leader is like the Emperor in that story...the one where they make imaginary clothes for him and he goes on parade buck naked. Yeah...

Mom bought me a shower perch ages ago, but I refuse to stand on it under the water. So she take a shower (and shaves fur off her legs) then lets me use all the hot water taking my shower with me sitting on her knees. I go hog wild under that water until she says she is getting too cold and then the rain stops. I don't mind, I don't like cold showers either.