JAZZY'S HAIR SALON

Yesterday, I had my last cancer treatment!  WooHoo!  Ever since my hair has been struggling to grow back, my cat Jazzy has taken it upon herself to be my personal hairdresser.

At first I was grossed out by her sudden interest in "cleaning" my hair.  But shock of all shocks, my hair began to thicken up and grow!  Go figure THAT one out? 

Now that the back of my head is full of hair, she has turned her attention to my sides and front.  A much bigger challenge, I might add.  Even before cancer I had very thin hair on top.  Good luck with this area Jazzy.

Hair doesn't need to grow that close to my eye, Jazzy.  Hey, perhaps if she could groom Timothy, he would let his feathers grow......NOT!  I would never let Jazzy get that close to my feathered babies.  But it does make one wonder.  Is cat saliva a hair growth stimulant?  Don't worry, I wash my hair thoroughly after this beauty treatment.

THE OTHER KIDS

I thought I would stray from my usual posts that consist only of my parrots, and show you the rest of my furred and feathered "kids."  This is Emma, one of the many chickens I have.  My chickens will never be dinner...only their eggs are.  My flock is amazingly spoiled.  Most people see chickens as livestock, but around here, they are part of the family.

This beautiful gal is Raven, my black sex link.  She is only eight months old but already a stellar layer.  Here she is perched on one of the many places my chickens have to just hang out.

Here is a most unflattering picture of me with my hen, Charolette.  As you can see, we are both having a bad hair day.  Actually, Charolette NEVER has a good hair day. 

These rascals are my two airedale terriers, Savannah and Sasha.  They are double trouble together. 

And lastly, here is our only cat, Jazzy.  She loves hanging out with her chickens. She calls them her "peeps."  So there you go, the rest of my menagerie.  Actually, I have nineteen chickens, but didn't show them all.  Maybe another time.  Hope you all have a great weekend.