Tweet
Saving one animal won’t change the world but it will change the world for that animal.
Namaste
A quiet week at Chez Tigre. A little scare with Toes not eating but it turned out he was just frightened from having Ptah go after him at dinner time Friday night. Poor little guy is afraid of his own shadow.
Fishing cat kitten at Smithsonian National Zoo
Little sisters are such a pain.
Partners in crime
This is just cute.
Simon’s Cat. Oh, lordy, how did evil Disney get involved with Simon?
Share you tiger stories with us.
154 Comments
Afternoon, firekittehs
Ever wonder what happens when a musician is interrupted by an earthquake?
LMAO! That’s one patient big sister!
I watched an Animal Planet show yesterday, like “my cat from hell” …have you seen this show SD?
The chihuahua’s sleeping. Thought I’d pop in to say Hi. And to deliver my neighbor’s conclusion that the internet is run by cats. Even AI programs left to themselve search out cat pictures.
Morning, from Portland OR, where two very fluffy black cats are in attendance. Lovely. Like the roses and foxgloves that are everywhere here.
That looks as if the cat wants to figure put how to do that another time.
put = out
Don’t have TV so no, I haven’t. People send me YouTube or site clips from the show though.
On edit: Janis is a real Animal Planet fan.
Love the photo of the baby Fishing Cat. Big Cat Rescue clip says their ears are small so that they can lay them back to seal out water when they dive. Now that is some real backear, Abner!
Fishing cats from Big Cat Rescue. Thanks, OmAli
He taught a couple to calm a very scared cat by playing with toys, no big deal, but also taught the cat to sit on command, next to a dog, also sitting on command. Amazing.
Forgot the link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPuCSNrXNeA&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Oops. I’m out of step today :). You are welcome, and thank, you, too :)
Kuroneko is fine. She was a bit put out by the change in our diet midweek, (that’s right, I have nothing, not even what I eat, that belongs exclusively to me), but she recovered along beside me and since then we’ve enjoyed ham and cheese omelettes , (which for some reason spell checker hates), homemade chicken soup and baked chicken. She still hates apples and bananas though and is incredibly offended when I eat one. She even gave my feet a break while I was going through that awful prep, laying on top of them instead of attacking the wiggly toes.
I used try teaching my cat to sit. It never worked. She could play me like a violin! Every time I tried, she would sit for a few seconds and then start to stalk me, creeping forward a few inches at a time. I would dissolve in laughter and she would demand being petted and praised. Worked every time.
Successful teaching events with cat: Eat! Sleep! Shed!
I haz kitties!
After months of mulling it over and working out logistics I finally made the big move. Was going to get a shelter kitty. Then ten days ago the lady who cuts what’s left of my hair whips out a picture of a litter a friend of hers’ momma cat had. Stoopit me, I look at the picture. Game over…but not without some drama.
I go see the kitties, which are not quite 8 weeks old yet. All are a silvery light gray with charcoal stripes — little silver tigers. Been wanting a girl because I think they’re probably better behaved. Unfortunately, only girl kitty is already spoken for. I check out a couple of the guys but they don’t seem much interested in me so I go home and think it over. For like half a week.
Then my phone rings. It’s Teresa, hooman to the mama kitty. Seems that the woman who was taking the little girl kitty is now getting divorced and can’t go through with the adoption. So I agree to take the girl. Hit Petco for the essentials: scratching tree, bed, bowl set, litter box, and Fresh Step.
Teresa’s two young daughters have named the girl kitty Star. Nice name, so I’ll keep it.
Kids say goo-bye to Star. I load her in the carrier and head for home, about two miles away. (Let me back up: my basement is full of stuff acquired over the years as relatives die off in droves. Carrier is on the far side behind and under a bunch of stuff. Ever see MEERKAT MANOR, where first thing the meerkats do every morning is dig out the built-up dirt in front of the den? Picture me doing the same thing trying to get to that carrier, and I’m no longer as agile as I once was.) Anyway…
Before I get halfway home the plaintive meows coming from the carrier tell me I gotta change da plan. So I turn around and call Teresa. “Hi. How soon can I pick up one of the boy kitties to keep Star company?”
“Anytime you want.”
“Good, because I’m turning onto your street now.”
So I get the biggest boy in the litter, which I decide, on the spur of the moment, to name Big Boy. (Sorry, Tejana, I checked with LegalSchmiegel.com and they said “Big Boy” is too generic for you to trademark.) This time the ride home is remarkably quiet. I had set up the litter box in my garage. There is a puppy door in the hooman door from the garage to the house, but because these little critters are, well, so little, I folded the flap up and screwed it to the backside of the door. First thing I do is put each of them in the litter box one at a time. Both take a couple of sniffs then climb out to explore the garage. Soon as I go into the house they follow. Fifteen minutes later I see Big Boy walk down the hall into the garage. I follow and watch as he uses the litter box. So far, so good.
First night the critters explore the downstairs but keep their distance from the new giant hooman. By the next afternoon they’re eating hearty and that night they both crawl up my legs and go to sleep on my lap.
[News Bulletin: As I type this, Big Boy just curled up and went to sleep on my workstation counter about a foot away.]
In addition to the stuff in my basement I’m fortunate to have a few nice antique pieces of furniture, almost all inherited. One is a 90 year-old overstuffed couch with claw foot legs. Had it recovered and rebuilt. (Springs retied, loose screws replaced, etc.) While it’s in the shop a lady comes in, has the owner call me, and offers me $8 grand for it. Twenty-one years ago. Since it was my parents it has sentimental as well as objective value. Much as I’m quickly following under the spell of these little cuties, I really do need to protect the couch, which temporarily is covered with a couple of those cheap covers with the clingy stuff on the back. So off to the local discount store to get a cover.
New fitted cover goes on, followed by the cheap covers, and then an old king size bed spread. Nice thick three-layer covering that should resist most claw damage, esp. since in another week they’ll be able to jump on it instead of climbing up. But that doesn’t protect the feet, so I take some old leftover plywood and pine shelving material and enclose the couch on three sides. Two foot high on the sides, 11″ on the front. I now have “Fort Apache, the Couch”.
Then comes the surprise: assembling this fortress I discover that one of the cats has been using the area behind the couch for pooping. (No sign of urine.) Anyway I clean up the area and give it a double dousing of “No More Marking”. With the fort in place and the bedspread stapled to it I now have a TwoFer; the couch is protected and the pooping spot is barricaded.
Reintroduce Star to the litter box. But later discover a fresh deposit of poop under the antique side table next to the couch. Clean and spray that area, then set out to make a three-sided wood barrier to that area. Thought I had the pet door sufficiently blocked but guess not, because Big Boy leads a jailbreak out into the front driveway where I’m cutting the wood. Take me three tries to finally get the pet door properly barricaded.
Install the barricade around the side table. Attach one end of the barricade to the one around the couch. If I have to add anything more, this little feline-proof fortress is gonna be as big as the U.S. embassy in Baghdad. In addition to the new barricade I decide to leave a light on in the garage. I know cats can see very well in the dark, but I’m thinking they probably prefer to play in the light and hunt in the dark. Maybe the light on will encourage Star to learn to use the litter box. (I know I’m applying inferior hooman logic to superior feline intellect, but gotta try sumtin’.)
That was three days ago. So far, no more poop in any areas that I can see or smell. Usage of the litter box has increased, and last night I went into the garage to do some laundry just in time to see Star use the box.
Anyway, I’m thoroughly in love with my adorable widdle critterzzz. (Have spoken more baby talk in the last ten days than I have in last ten years.) They are a joy to watch play, sleep, and explore. I just love everything about them, their cute little noses and mouths, their big, questioning eyes, their kyoot widdle paws. Star is shy and more reserved, but her fur is the softest I’ve ever felt; it’s like fine satin. Big Boy is definitely the adventuresome type and a leader. Third day he led the expedition upstairs to explore my office. My Mac is next to a window and I close the shutters to reduce glare. To illuminate my workspace I have an old-fashioned gooseneck desk lamp. Big Boy discovered that it puts out 40 watts of heat and now it’s one of his favorite hangouts when I’m on the computer. It’s already become a nightly ritual to go to sleep on my lap. Now I feel like a full member of the Caturday clan. (Before I was just sort of an “Associate Member” or “prospect”.)
Yes, they master those very quickly. I’m pretty good at those, too. Every time I empty the vacuum I’m amazed I have any hair left on my head.
Should be “falling” under their spell, not following. (Although I do a lot of following them around watching their antics.)
Wow, what a great story. Good for you. Kittens in da house. Doesn’t get any better than that. Nice to see that Star has started to use the box. When they’re older and don’t use the box it’s almost impossible to change that behaviour.
Stress? A friend regained a head full of hair when she stopped working.
Also forgot a thank SD. I mentioned working out the logistics. Coupla weeks ago I asked about how close the litter box could be to the feeding area. My kitchen is real inconvenient so with my dog I fed her in the garage under the laundry sink. But of course the dog went outside to do her business. SD asked if there was a place under a table where I could feed them. Solution! There is a perfect area under the dining table right at the entrance to the kitchen. Meanwhile the litter box is in the garage. Eventually, after they’re older and fixed I will gradually introduce them to the backyard and let them do their business outside except in bad weather.
What a nice girl. Give her an extra scritches from me.
Picillo, MyPick, Pickylowlow is really slowing down. Spending much my time in the house, even acquiencsing to the dog.
He’s getting more love you love you time from all of us, since we know he’s so old, and, well, ya know.
(((Picillo)), the tough cat on the outside.
I’m just preparing myself for the future.
It’s an illusion, darling.
I feel the same way, when I look at my brush.
BTW – SD — Did you get the picture of the tigers I sent you? I have what might be an old email addy for you (Gulfport…). I just signed up on Photobucket yesterday and have one pic of the kitties up but still learning how to do the sharing or linking thingy. (Very tech-savvy NOT.)
Nice to let them give you that loving. And appreciation.
You appear to be properly smitten :) Congratulations, new dad. Those two kittehs have landed in the tall clover. Or catnip.
Love your nicknames for him. We always think we are prepared but then, well, you know.
I’m so jealous that you have two new cuties!! Are they sleeping through the night yet?
Tell me about it…
I seem to create stress for myself whether I am working or at home, lol. Hoping it is what demi said, an illusion. Maybe tai chi will help, if it is stress, tho :)
Big Boy in the front and Star in the back.
http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8146/7480752358_edd502ea66_b.jpg
thanks, BP. I gotta check that email more often than I do.
Trouble with a capital T. x2
I blame my hair loss on Fukushima. It is *not* because my hair is thinning with age. Just for the record.
Oh. My. Word.
Those are two adorable lil things. BP, you have no hope of running your household ever again, judging from the looks on their little faces. They are now in charge.
You got that right!
BP, they are beautiful, sigh.
hopefully, but think of the savings on shampoo!
Thanks, YSD. Hope you like the picture that SD just linked to @33.
Don’t know if they are sleeping through the night because they don’t sleep in my bedroom. (More furniture issues. I could open a furniture store!)
I think they’re probably not sleeping through the night because sometimes after they’ve been asleep on my lap for a couple of hours they wake up and go play like little whirling dervishes. I’ve awakened the morning to find them asleep or awake and playing both downstairs and in my office. Came in one morning to find them curled up in my desk chair.
About them playing: I figured out that what they do is feline MMA!
That and the heat wave will do nicely.
My, my, we got promoted to the front page at MyFDL. Dat’s gotta be a first.
Om and YSD — Yes, they are adorable. Right now they just came upstairs after breakfast and are playing on the floor right behind my chair. One thing I forgot to mention is how careful I have to be now when I move around. The two of these little critters together are just about as big as one of my size 14 feet. Also gotta be careful when pushing back the chair or getting out of my recliner since they sometimes curl up near my feet.
About their “cuteness”: when I was considering getting a cat I had three main requirements: short-hair breed, cuddly, with great markings, which I kinda instinctively felt would mean that they would be some form of gray since I’m not really into orangish tabby types. (Just personal preference.) But boy, did I get silver/grey with great markings, or what?!
Dunno if credit belongs to Big Boy and Star, but I’m sure they will happily claim it anyway!
Yes, gorgeous colour and markings. Which is Star and which is Big Boy in the photo?
Heh, my experience is that once they reach around 12, years not weeks, they start sleeping through the night. LOL
Big Boy in front.
Hehheh. I should have asked, are *you* sleeping through the night yet? Abner used to wake me up for his 1o’clock playing every night when he was a kitten. Kittens are like children, so much work. BTW, Star is the one to look out for. She is clearly a princess.
Now that they’ve been properly fed, I’m going to get some late breakfast for myself.
BBL.
Well earned. Now, I have to go join the conversation in the front room, thanks for the good company.
Love the way he is gazing adoringly at BP. And Star has the sweetest, most thoughtful look on her little face. Planning an attack on the couch/fort, is my guess.
He’s a tough guy, and yes, so nice to let us spend special time with him.
Who knows. Could be a couple more years, or tomorrow.
I guess that’s how it is for many of us.
Glad you’re enjoying your adventures.
Yes, she is a princess. They both have really neat distinctive personalities. Pure cuteness overload.
Bye, Ruth! Have fun.
Nicknames for Brindle: Brindlious, Doggy Boy, Doggy Dog, Momma’s Good Man.
Heh, as they get older and bigger…
I saw others wishing you well this week, but I don’t know what’s going on. Did you have an operation?
Just more of that soft fur to bury one’s face in *g*
They smell so good.
Mama’s Good Man :). I like it.
Let’s see, mine were Angus McFangus and Sweetie Pup.
Back again. While getting breakfast I thought about YSD’s comment about Star being a princess. Doesn’t she appear in that photo like Cleopatra reclining on one of those throne couches, about to be carried through the streets by her slaves?
I remember bringing Maste home after I’d first scooped him up and his tail was amputated. He had that vet bath smell and he smelled so good when he sat in my lap and then he’d fart…
ROFL Sure didn’t take you long to fall into the kitteh abyss…
I hate to be a downer, but I must bring up a difficult subject. Many of us prefer not to talk about him because it’s so unpleasant. We pretend that he doesn’t exist, but he is possessing the souls of kittehs all over the world, and avoiding the problem just makes it worse. We must talk about Basement Cat.
I called one of my friends recently, and she told me that her yellow tabby is a hunter. That’s perfectly normal and appropriate for a kitteh, but what he does to his victims is not. Quite often, he tears the hearts out of the little critters that he hunts, which leads me to suspect that darker forces are at work here. He may be possessed by Basement Cat. Does anyone else here have kittehs that are possessed?
Dear Southern Dragon,
May I be vulnerable and tell you that it kind of bothers me that you rarely respond to my comments.
Very Sincerely,…
Exactly so. Prepare yourself for a lifetime of servitude.
Yes, and that slave would be…….um……..you, lol,
No, no possessed kittehs but Tiye I used to leave the liver of her victims for me.
How am I supposed to respond to that?
Exactly!
I like the nicknames you use too.
I still remember the video of you feeding Rod. I forget what you were saying, but it was all cute and with much love.
Leave it to you to inject that note of reality :). Aren’t scents also known as ‘notes’. Maybe it wasn’t a note of reality but one of …. Reprocessed Fancy Feast.
Oh, I miss him. It doesn’t take much for critters of any form to worm their little ways into our hearts.
Well, honestly was what I was hoping for.
Nah, he did it for about 6 months after the surgery, until his innards adjusted to a steady diet, dry food, and the effects of whatever internal injuries he may have suffered. His bowels were loose for quite a while too. No telling just what kind of nerve damage he’s suffered.
To tell the truth, I didn’t put up much of fight. I just surrendered right away. (Like I said, I never shoulda looked at that picture!)
Lol. Reminds me of “Smelly Cat”
I’m not in the habit of defending myself but I don’t always respond to every comment. If I think I can add something to what you’ve said or have something to offer I respond.
That’s cuz you were ready.
Gracie is a creature of the Basement. She is known to behead reptiles and disembowel rodents for sport.
You have reptiles in your basement?! Eeeck! Always turn on the light before going downstairs! (Or turn loose Gracie for a quick recon!)
So you weren’t joking, I see, poor Maste. I read somewhere or someone told me that that is sadly not an uncommon injury among outdoor kittehs. A car catches just the tip of the tail but gives it such a yank that the nerves and vertebrae are severely damaged…..
This autocorrect just doesn’t seem to be able to grasp that when I type”kittteh” I don’t expect to see “kitten”. No disrespect to Star and Big Boy, who are kittens in the cutest and most adorable sense of the term.
Oh, BeachPopulist! You’ve surrendered to the Call of the Kittehs!
So glad to hear it. Your two new babies are adorable. Don’t see many with that kind of coloring. I love all the work you did to protect your furniture.
I wonder if the pooping wasn’t just because they’re little…maybe the litter box, being a new thing, was a little too far away? When they’re little, it isn’t fair to expect them to go a long way to the box. But apparently they can manage now.
Your plan to let them go outdoors later may not work so well. My observation with allowing my guys out, leaving the sliding doors open for them, is that they come in to use the litter box, then head back out. In their 7 years, I’ve only seen one instance of “going” outside. Outside is not approved for such activity; that’s what the litter box is for!
But anyway, lovely that you are a cat person again. And I’m glad you brought a sib for Star.
No problem with naming “Big Boy.” I’m impressed that you remember.
After reading Caturday for about a year, how could I not be ready?
BTW, you’ll get a laugh outta this:
The kitties were free.
The other stuff? Scratching tree, bed, bowls, litter and box, couch covers, and a half-assed Canon digital camera…
$600+ thank you very much.
Why the digital camera?
I have been thinking about getting one for awhile now, but I don’t take many pictures and have only emailed a very few to friends. Besides, for serious photography I have a great 35mm Minolta motordrive with three lens. However…
Now I MUST chronicle the lives of the Lord and Lady of the Manor while they’re growing up.
By the time I get both of them fixed, I’ll be into the “free” kitties for about a grand.
I think my Aunt Vicki is possessed by Basement Cat :)
She has a huge black cat, Vlad, who we like to call Basement Cat, and she is totally in thrall to him *g*
Well technically, we don’t have a basement, just a crawl space, which seems like a more appropriate place of residence for the eater of souls anyway. Never seen a snake or a rodent down there, but I make it a habit to send Mr. there when the space needs attention. Just as an aside, Abner has pretended to get stuck down there and almost had the hoomans rip the siding off the house to rescue him. Minion of the basement, Abner is a trickster.
Yep, that’s what the vet said. Some are totally incontinent of stool forever, fortunately Maste isn’t totally and I find colliewobbles around the place. At least it tells me he ain’t constipated. LOL
He was also incontinent of urine between the time I brought him home and took him back to have his sutures removed. When I brought him home he was no longer incontinent of urine. Went in the box every time. Still does. Strangest damn thing.
I am laughing. Out. Loud.
You have got it bad, my dear!
The value of kitteh companionship: priceless.
Yeah, I saw a hand written thing on the door to the convenience store next to work that said “Free Kittens…” Free. Riiight. Only thing free about it is the exchange from their hands to yours.
Thank you for your response. I appreciate it.
I’d just rather know than worry that I’m being a bother.
Take good care, all.
Call of the Kittehs! That is wonderful.
Just in case anyone needs to brush up on Basement Cat
http://icanhascheezburger.com/cheezburger-confidential-basement-cat/
Oh, BP – you bought a camera, too, along with the litter box, food and water bowls, etc…..I hadn’t thought of it as an essential, but
“Now I MUST chronicle the lives of the Lord and Lady of the Manor while they’re growing up.”
Well, now you mention it, of course you must!
I took several pix outdoors today,in fact, but haven’t uploaded them yet.
You will also now have the incentive to learn how to do that linky thing you mentioned you hadn’t learned yet. But you MUST share thos pix of Lord and Lady Kitty, so you will learn. Trust me.
Speaking of linking, let’s see if this pic I found on my Facebook page works:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?fbid=356488544408244&set=a.285635448160221.70483.282352885155144&type=1&theater
Gotta have a fb account and sign in too see it.
That’s pretty funny. Thanks.
While the page was refreshing and I read your comment the two of them got tired of playing and came back up on the counter to go to sleep under the work light. And yes, I will have to learn the linky thingy. (“Linky thingy” sounds like a song by Miley Cuyrus’ dad!)
The rain seems to have stopped. Guess I’ll go run out and do my errands. Was planning on a concert at the Museum of Art, but it was an outdoor concert,bring your own seating, in the Sculpture Garden, so I’m thinking that’s out. Probably not a good day for swimmiing, either. My fave pool has only been open since mid-June, and Ihaven’t made it there yet. Adult tasks keep interfering, somehow. So busy last week I actually fell asleep before 8 pm! shocking, for this nightowl.
I’ll give you an update on Smoodgie when I come back; she doesn’t look good, but still has excellent appetite; dives right iinto her food and eats it all. Still likes her good cheek rubbed, but even more suspicious than normal. Hope to check on her again later this afternooon.
Loved the ‘set fire to my car’ , especially.
And, PS, gosh, I never wanted you to defend yourself.
I just wanted to know something, definetly not go on the attack.
I’m so sorry if that’s how it sounded.
Aw, sorry…you mean, you don’t have one? (kidding)
Don’t know where it came from originally….let me see if I can find another source..
It’s called “Enlightenment I haz it.” Could even be ICHC
I’ve got to go, too, my niece is coming for dinner and we’re driving back down to St Simons in the morning so meed to do some last minute stuff. I’ll try to stop back by later.
“meed” to do last minute stuff? How did autocorrect get that?? Weird.
Laterz, kittenses.
That’s great! Posted it to my Facebook page.
I don’t do fb. It’s too personal, IMO.
The fact that Basement Cat has invented Jar Jar Binks tells us all that we need to know. I’ll bet that he was behind George Lucas “improving” the Star Wars movies, especially making Greedo shoot first.
Really good pictures this week, SD, especially the second one with the white kitten!
Water kitteh:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1QL_7hrIEI&feature=endscreen
Well, I was trying to find the Enlightenment pic on Cheezburger, but couldn’t. Meanwhile, heard faint crying, went out to see if Smokey was ready to come in. He came to the edge of the roof, but acted like he couldn’t figure out how to come down. This time Iignored him, and shortly, there he was standing on the wall next to me. Silly guy. He came in, I gave him a treat, and now he’s whining to go back out.
He peed on the living room (wood!) floor yesterday, right as I was looking at him. Thought I had cleaned it all up, but tthe damp air is bringing it up again, so I’ve poured more baking soda/vinegar mix on it. Maybe it’ll do its job while I’m out.
See y’all later. Drive carefully, OmAli, if I don’t see you again before you go.
Nice story Beach Populist. The little furries steal your heart so quickly.
Margaret seems to have disappeared. Did she say that she had to go?
Our cat, Abrazos, is a cave cricket hunter. in 2000 we had a once in a hundred years storm over our corner of the world. That seemed to trigger an infestation of cave crickets. Nothing really seems to get rid of them. After three or four years the population seemed to decrease, but started to come back. Just at that time we got our two, Abrazos and Cantos. Abrazos became a cricket hunter shortly after he got here. He doesn’t eat them because they taste too nasty. But our population is well under control. Mostly they are annoying and messy.
The Insect Patrol does a great job in our house, too. Most of the time that we see cave crickets they’re all mashed up and half eaten.
Eeww. How do you know they taste nasty? Um, never mind….
How’s Abrazos doing, btw?
And now, I really am going.
Great pictures, SD….those happy, contented faces. Inspire peace and love, huh? Thanks.
Caturday is front-paged at MyFDL!!!
Concatulations all around!
SD, can’t possibly express how much I appreciate Caturday.
Especially the pictures.
“Partners in Crime” is the favorite in the household, today, by unanimous acclaim.
;~DW
Sorry folks. For some reason fdl is giving my browswer fits for the last couple of days. It’s gotten way worse today, making it impossible to carry on a conversation.
Nice to see ya. I was browsing over at LOLcats the other day and saw that one. My fave today too.
I had trouble at first but it settled down. Basement Cat.
So sorry about your Cantoss.
Yay for kittens. Great story!
Should be Cantos. I’m having browser probs with FDL today, too.
Thank you. Even though I now have my own, let Neko know that I’m still a fan of hers.
Too bad I don’t have a cam set up in the computer room. Maste just came racing in, leaped onto the other desk and promptly slid off into the vertical blinds over the sliding glass doors. Quite the clatter and thud. LOL
He meant to do that ya know…
Thanks, BeachPopulist.
Naturally
So much for the cat always lands on his feet thing. Teehee.
tehanarusa, interestingly Abrazos has had a personality shift. He is now climbing on funiture (the stove and the kitchen counter) that he did not do before Cantos was hit. He is still a loving boy, but he’s just different. He doesn’t try too hard to get outside now. He seems a little depressed. The loss of his brother has affected him, but he does still hunt. I think that is one of those things that he does to get his mind off of the loss, just as people do.
BTW, I never tasted a cave cricket, but I have read that is the reason that they don’t have any natural predators (except Abrazos in our house).
sorry, tejanarusa. My fingers did not tell me that I hit a wrong key and there is no “edit” button, so I look foolish.
Last year, Dixie started showing immediate signs of distress after Archy passed (God rest his little furry soul). My wife and I quickly got a new kitten, which turned out to be pretty helpful.
Something to look at during the heat wave. Elaine Cat burrows in the snow:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrH8RdVBP5A&feature=related
That’s pretty cute.
We’re thinking of another kitten or, maybe a dog. I would like a dog to go around the lake with me. It would have to be on the small side and very easy going. It all depends on the cat’s reaction to either.
Is it my computer or what? I keep getting notices that the video is not available when I click on the link. One site said that I had to get the latest Adobe Flash and gave a link. I used the link and the computer eventually gave me a ‘successfully completed’ sign. Since then, I still get the note that I need to update or the video is not available. Any thoughts?
Which video?
Did you close your browser down then reopen it after you installed the Flash update?
Also, if you have RealPlayer installed you may have to go into RealPlayer and disable the download video option in Preferences.
Desk-surfing!!!
With a clattering (cattering?) “finish”.
Very cool, and way classy.
;~DW
*grin*
I always called them camel crickets. The ones that are kind of grey colored and have big thighs? They small awful when they get sucked up in the vacuum….. Ooohhhh, yuck.
I mean smell awful. Lol!
Come to find out I think he was being chased by Sita. When I went to feed him Sita was in the kitchen and Maste didn’t want to go past her. Thought something was weird about him doing the racing thing.
I have wondered how you deal with cat spats, SD.
The two tigers, here, sometimes go off the deep end, in fun of course, but there is “collateral damage” occasionally …
A favorite “time” for this important activity is at about 5:45 ahem, just before they expect me to rise and feed them, water them, open the backdoor for them, and otherwise please them.
You have how many?
I suspect that they have you purr-fectly well-trained by now, for the most part.
Any lapses are, no doubt, swiftly brought to your attention?
;~DW
Surprisingly I don’t have many spats. Those that do occur usually involve Ptah when he gets fired up and starts racing through the place. A good loud “Hey!” usually nips it in the bud. If I make an appearance it’s like nothing happened. Sita is still somewhat aggressive, especially around meal times. Anybody gets close to her gets a growl and a swat. Yeah, she gets spoken to about that crap.
Lessee, at dinner time I had 13 inside and the 4 TNRs outside to feed. They sit patiently in the carport waiting for me to come out and feed them. SweetPea and the little calico, Precious, will stand up and stretch on the screen door when I come out the back door. Dunno who’s got who trained there.
(((Sweet Pea and Precious)))
Oh, and,
(((Pop)))
That guy who feeds them. :)
Think I’m gonna call it a day.
Thanks, everybody, for stopping by.
Be good to yourselves, and all other living things
Namaste
Goodnight, good People of the Cat.
Thanks, SD and sweet friends and the new additions Star and Big Boy. So happy for you, Beach Populist.
Sweet dreams, everykitteh.
Your
Ohmmmm
Amazing, SD.
Lately I have been doing some seated meditations along a deer trail which I opened up a wee bit, in the woodlot behind my home.
I was rather deeply into a “session” the other day when I heard a loud snort behind me.
I knew immediately that it was the three-year-old buck, whom Romeo, the wee YorkiePoo had touched noses with when both were very young, in their first year … so I just sat quietly still and waited to see what might happen next. He came to stand about six feet behind me, snorted again, and then just waited. I slowly turned around until we had eye contact and said, “Well, how are you today?”
He cocked his head as if quite perplexed with how short I seemed to be, and then ambled slowly off, taking a berth of that six feet around me and headed toward the houses and the feed my neighbor, George, provides for them.
He is a most handsome six-point, now and utterly unafriad of noisy little Romeo, who always brings his toy to the fence in hope that the buck might play with him …
I consider that the words attending your top-most photograph, today, sums up the essence of “it” all very well indeed.
Ain’t we lucky, those of us who are “in” on that life-giving insight, that wee sense of our relationship to being?
I hold that you are one of the masters of that wisdom, SD, and it is reflected in your clear powers of suasion and understanding as well as your undeniable charisma.
Always a true pleasure, SD, to experience your influence, affect, and way with words …
DW
Hi, again. Don’t know how you keep them all so peaceful, SD. I’ve only got the 3 indoors now, and Smokey is definitely bein’ a pain in the butt. Has peed in 3 different places today, only one of them on the bathroom tile. He’s pissed (so to speak) ’cause he’s not outdoors all the time, I guess.
Also, I think, the ventures indoors Big Boy has been making have probably upset him. He is coming inside to eat meals, very nicely now. I don’t know if he will ever move in entirely, but at least he seems to like eating indoors.
Goodnight, everyone. Thanks for sharing.
I think so too!
But, ’tis a choice, made.
Aye, demi, so it is. A choice, and a delight, a connection to a timelessness and a reality which should not be beyond common human ken, yet, far too often, it is held to be an unimportant “mystery” of but little moment or meaning.
How be you, one of my favorite blonde bombshells?
It has been more than a while since I’ve had the pleasure of sharing thoughts with you.
DW
I am doing fine, just fine, as always.
Just a minute ago, I was thinking, wow, dw and sd and me on the same thread, and it reminded me, as did your telling of the face to face with the omega, of our conversation moons ago.
When I’m going to sleep at night, I like to imagine how my white light is part of the Big White Light.
Our relationships with our animal friends is like that too, I think, and why SD’s Caterday posts are so warming.
I was thinking of that conversation as well, demi … and that other late-night conversation between Ludwig, your sweet self, and I, and thinking of your journeys, your profound wisdom, and your powerful, abiding humanity.
I was thanking my lucky stars at encountering you, and SD, and many others, here, who have profoundly touched and affected my life and thoughts.
DW
It is a wonderous way to meet people, isn’t it?
I have met the most intelligent and thoughtful people here.
People who are willing to reach out and Say Something.
So many of them, I can’t start naming for afear of leaving some one out.
Different voices with different experiences, willing to share and challenge.
DW, you are such a strong minded soul.
Well, I missed saying goodnight to our host. Guess it is time for him to leap into his tree. Late enough here, with little enough done.
Pushy just brought me a ball…the third or fourth one this evening. He cries a little as he comes in the room, just as his brother, Patchy, used to do. Don’t know what made him start this, but it’s very sweet.
Smoodgie is hanging in, eating well, but looking terrible. When I fed her a couple hours ago, she was bleeding, apparently having scratched the bare skin over the tumor til it bled. But she dove right into the food.
I wanted to lift her down for a lap pet, and maybe some cleaning up, this afternoon, but she wasn’t having it. So sad not to be able to help more.
And that’s it for updates, here, too; better clean up and get ready to face Monday. DW, nice to see you here at Caturday; and good night to all the regulars, too. (oh and DW, a lovely story about the young deer and the dog; thanks.)
Namaste, everyone.
I. Just. Have. To. Get. Horizontal.
With my book, and a cup of lemon/zinger.
Nightie Night, All.
Goodnight all. Thanks SD.
Nitey-Nite, Peggy!
{ waving } A firekitteh in the neighborhood! WOO HOO!!