Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Monday night we booted both boys out of her bedroom, closed the door, and invited her to play with the feather cat teaser on the broad expanse of the bed. We tuned the play for her, keeping the teaser less active and often just crawling along the far end of the bed.
She took nicely to it, stalking and pouncing. She doesn't latch on like the Might Hunter does (a good thing), but rather tends to abandon the teaser when it's pinned under her paws and it turns out not to be edible. She does returns to the hunt after teaser "wakes up" again, and shows proper feline moves for chasing it down.
She does tire sooner than the boys, of course, but it held her attention as long as any play toy we've had in the house.
An interesting use for two teasers is that when Billy the Mighty Hunter pounces on one teaser, the second teaser can be used to retrieve the first teaser. Basically, he doesn't know his own limits -- he can't keep two prey trapped at once, but tries anyway.
Unfortunately, Billy still seems too agressive with the teasers; I am cutting him off. He will still get to attack the ribbon teaser, which he doesn't seem too violent with.
Friday, November 26, 2004
Thursday, November 25, 2004
I'm sure the humans will share kitty treats when they come home though! (Tosci's Bear, in Syracuse with the humans, says they miss the kids already.)
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Okay, so they also hired a cat sitter.
(We plush creatures have always been a computer literate bunch.)
Anyway, the boys want me to order a pizza with extra anchovies (hold the cheese) for them. But I don't think we are in their delivery area and Dominoes doesn't let you order online. And how do we pay the delivery guy?
p.s. Don't tell the folks I was posting!
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
The feathers themselves have been sickly the past couple of days, but that's not the part Billy did in. Rather, he and I got into one of our many tug of wars with the teaser, and the cap holding the string to the rod popped off.
The entire assembly has been given a proper burial, much to the mighty hunter's unhappiness -- he wasn't done hunting it, and later was heard meowing as he looked for it.
(We'll buy a new teaser this weekend.)
At least this change does allow us to drop the dummy password prompt for read access to existing comments and the like. This makes reading our little blog via RSS much easier.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Emily does not share space well.
At one point she walked around the border of the dining room, shoulders down, as near as I could tell trying to stomp. Of course, seven pounds of cat doesn't make much of a stomp on a 115 year old hardwood floor, but she tried.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Meanwhile, I used the bath tub to clean various retired litterbox lids, spare litterboxes, and an empty litter pail. We had left it all outside until we could hose them down, but the weather turned cooler, then leaves fell, then it snowed, then the snow melted, then we got sick ... the stuff had been out there three months by now.
Oh yeah, the tub itself got a free plunging.
Busy useful humans.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
In other words, I lifted up the head end of the blanket and shot him.
I bet he didn't know the Mist could do that.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
I actually may have teased him a little too long this evening, we try to pace him, but he was panting quite a bit by the time "the bird" went away.
At least he does let Whitey chase it too.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Pouncing is against the rules, of course, but Whitey has a history of considering rules as merely guidelines. This morning I heard a sad and lonely meow coming from downstairs. "Won't someone please play with me?" I went down to investigate and found Whitey sitting on the dining room table, which is also against the rules. I think he was actually saying, "Won't someone help me climb on the chandelier?"
Meanwhile, the "breakfast at 8:00" rule is strictly enforced.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
At the same time, the cats do have priorities, like actively being family.
It seems every time I take a nap to fight the cold, a tiger cat or even two appears to keep me company, trying to nestle of up to my legs in a mixed species creature pile. Because I am a restless sleeper this doesn't work, but the boys are accommodating of my human limitations, moving out of the way but still sticking close.
When the bedroom door has been shut for noise control, Billy even mews and scratches at it to be let in so he can look after me. (Katherine now has instructions to prop the door open for him.)
As I type this in my office, I can see my roll-away printer stand (sans printer) which mostly acquires junk. One item on it today is a semi-wadded up sweatshirt, and that sweatshirt has now acquired a napping Whitey. And that's not junk at all.
Someone online mentioned of a
Feather Cat Teaser as the one true cat toy for his cat, and so when we were getting kitty litter I picked one up. Net result:
- Is interested in it, a little scared of it at times. At her age, she tires easily, which may be a factor.
- Spider-cat acrobatics in full glory as he leaps up and after it. He thinks it's darn near as good as a kitty treat (see below).
- 12 pounds of Sabertooth tiger; this isn't pleasure, it's business. He makes Whitey seem disinterested, and when Billy latches on to the feather, it takes 30 seconds to a minute of working the line just get it loose again. And he will growl defending it.
Billy is so focused on the feather that even literally dropping cat treats in front of his nose doesn't make him let go of it. (Whitey will dispose of the treat for him, if needed.) When we put the feather away, Billy lies quietly on sentry duty looking at the place he thinks it roosted, waiting for it to take flight again.
And we do put it away, because Billy would chase it until he collapsed.
Nice to know Billy is on our side.
Tuesday, November 9, 2004
Saturday, November 6, 2004
Friday, November 5, 2004
We've actually spent most of the last week dealing with human concerns: baseball, elections, and the lack of productivity inspired by both. The feline contingent has been pretty well-behaved through all this. After all, awake humans are more willing to play than sleeping humans.
Today, both boys reminded me that the distinction between human furniture and cat furniture is purely artificial. Billy decided to hop up on the dining room table to help me put together a grocery list. He was very annoyed that he not only didn't persuade me to buy more kitty treats, but also got smited by the Mist of Doom for being where he didn't belong. Not to be outdone, Whitey decided that the bunch of bananas I brought back from the store was too heavy for me, and decided to help me put them on the banana hook. Tsk tsk tsk.