September 23, 2009
Martian Moon Mice
We had visitors today. Bari D (who was Raven's foster hooman, before we adopted him into our family) is in our area for just a few days, accompanying her husband Jim on a business trip. It's a whirlwind trip but we're close enough to where Jim's meetings are that they were able to stop by for a few hours. They got to see how much Raven has grown up and also meet the rest of the furkids in purrson (they've seen pictures over the years).
The kitties got to be admired and talked to and have their ears skritched and their tummies rubbed and their pictures taken. And Bari brought PRESENTS.
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June 22, 2008
The cats love grass but a planted lawn takes a while to grow (protected the entire time) and then is smashed flat so quickly. I had let our cat lawn languish into nothing for a long time.
Then Rich had the idea to buy a roll of turf. We couldn't find any over the winter (admittedly, we didn't look very hard) but in late March, Rich came home from a trip to the hardware store with a 4' chunk of turf.
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June 6, 2008
They're Crunchy!I was transferring the contents of fourteen 500mg vitamin C gelcaps to twenty-eight smaller (~250 mg) doses. Bebop helped, working his way through the empty caps.
Snuffling. Patting. Munching.
He ate most of them. A little protein. A little vitamin C.
May 9, 2008
I Can Has Pillows
Is three pillows? Pinkish pillow has fluffs. I hearz purring...
December 31, 2007
Maybe a Webcam...
--J. R. Coulson
Last night, I was sitting on the couch, reading. Squirrel and Mezzaluna were on my lap. Bebop was on the cat tree. Suddenly, Bebop got silly. He bounced around the room. He beeped. He dove under the footrest of the Laz-E-Boy couch.
Said footrest was up. There was a blanket draped over it. Bebop poked his head out under the blanket. Now the blanket was draped over Bebop.
No camera within reach, of course. You'll just have to picture it in your mind.
November 11, 2007
Obsessive Compulsive Hooman...
I was looking for a t-shirt a few mornings ago. I couldn't find it and I was obsessing. Looking in all of my drawers
This meant that I hadn't gone downstairs yet and the cats hadn't had breakfast. Oops.
Squirrel was yelling from downstairs. I'd call back, absently, "soon." or "I'm coming", or "Yes".
Then I heard "Meow" from just behind me. Squirrel had gotten tired of waiting and came all the way back upstairs to get me. Now.
I went downstairs and gave the cats breakfast. I found the shirt later.
September 18, 2007
(Sit on him Squirrel.)
He's chasing me!
(You're bigger than he is.)
(Raven, sweetie, you have Squirrel fluff on your tooth.. Don't...
thumpety thumpety thumpety
September 12, 2007
Rich ordered a queen-sized inflatable bed for the guestroom. It arrived by UPS on Wednesday night.
This model is a bit fancier than the average "air mattress". It stands 18" high when inflated and has an integrated motor. Just unfold it, plug it in, and Vrrroooooommmm.
What is that?
Bebop was concerned. Bebop was not sure about this Thing in his house. Bebop did NOT like the sound it was making.
However, Bebop's job is Cat in Charge. This often requires him to be Brave when he would much rather not. So, he stayed in the room with the THING... watching it.
He positioned himself where he could see the motor. His ears swiveled to catch every little sound as the bed inflated. Vinyl uncurled and crinkled. Ears turned every which way. (I was almost surprised they didn't fall off :-)
Eventually, the bed was full of air. We switched off the motor. Silence reigned. Bebop paced. Looking. Sniffing.
Hop. Up onto the new Thing.
He lay down. Considered. Relaxed.
All is well. The household is safe.
April 17, 2007
There Could Be Mice
We have a small storage room in our house, separated from the rest of a long downstairs room by a pair of bifold louvered doors. The sewing machine, wrapping paper, and other things that are "not catable" are stored in this "mini nook". The room is not cat-proofed and the doors are kept closed at all times.
The cats hate it when I go in there. They aren't allowed to come in with me.
It must be wonderful. And Mom is in there.
I can't see her. She needs me!
And there could be Mice! Or who knows what!
I want to come in and be with Mom and explore.
Let me in!
paw, paw, patpat, scrabble, push, MeOW!
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March 10, 2007
More Typing With Cats
I learned today that I can use the laptop without moving my wrists. :-)
Squirrel hd both paws on my left wrist; Bebop had his chest on the right. Option key was difficult and some shift combinations took two hands but I could type.
It's a good thing the laptop has a "mouse" (trackpad) just below the keyboard.