Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Once that's done, it's easy for Billy to grab the filter. We haven't figured out how they manage to pull the reservoir out -- essentially a big plastic bottle -- but it was in the middle of the dining room floor this morning.
The boys were in fine form in other ways this morning, too. There are two entrances to our front hall, one from the dining room and one from the living room. Both boys went charging toward the hallway cat tower, one through each entrance. They both leaped at the same time... and collided in mid-air. No harm done, and Billy even recovered quickly enough to seize the high ground in the tower.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Billy is on an eternal quest to climb the shelves for the cat teasers which hibernate at the top of them.
In the space of one afternoon, Billy managed to knock off tables or shelves or knock over on the floor trying to reach shelves:
- A wastebasket
- A miniature souvenir baseball bat.
- A random radio knob
- A SCSI computer cable.
- Two coasters and a full sugar bowl with lid.
Needless to say, the full sugar bowl and friends was the most single impressive incident, especially since the lid broke. For now, the sugar bowl been replaced with a cat resistant Tupperware container.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
I didn't play rough this morning, but I did play stupid. In the midst of teasing him with the feline feather duster (especially waving it in his blind spots), I went to pet him. Billy assumed this was another pass by the duster, and as fast as he could twisted and bit the evil attacker, which was actually my thumb.
However, he didn't bite as hard as he could. He didn't even break the skin.
Monday, January 23, 2006
I lived down to this for dinner this evening, which caused a later discovery while I was at the computer and Emily examined my stained shirt.
Emily likes barbarcue sauce!
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Me (awake in sitting my office): What's that gurgling noise?
Katherine (mostly asleep in bed): What noise?
Me: Emily throwing up?
More noise happens.
Katherine: That's the sound of Emily throwing up.
Unfortunately, Emily also threw up while we gone mid to late morning.
All this is in addition to her throwing up on the bed several days ago, which we never got around to logging.
Billy: 14 lbs 8 oz. Unchanged.
Whitey: 13 lbs 1 oz. Down 1 oz.
Emily: 6 lbs. 9.5 oz. Up 5.5 oz., though this is a post-dinner weight and therefore unreliable.
Since last time, we've switched the boys over to weight control food, but started giving them a little more of it. We'll wait another few weeks before changing anything else.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
With Emily's recent problems, she is now promoted to the front of the queue, which actually makes the sequence start with flushing the boys from bedroom, closing the bedroom door, retrieve Emily's upstairs food dish, and serve pre-breakfast to her. This is complicated by the fact that she's generally sitting by (a mostly asleep) Katherine's arm.
However, she does appreciate good service -- she is now greeting me at the foot of the bed for her meal, and is even willing to move to my (now empty) side of the bed to eat it.
Next, we'll be up at 3 AM to feed her.
They used to do this a fair amount, even sleeping together, but that was before it was stuffing 27+ pounds of a cats into a 20 pound condo.
Monday, January 16, 2006
In any case, nothing makes me happier than seeing my favorite static electricity generator sticking his head into the midst of energized components. Not!
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Much to our surprise, the feline who came into view a moment later was .... Emily.
She tends to be shy when the humans catch her playing, maybe because she thinks it's undignified. But watching her bound after a ball makes us smile.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Not surprisingly, the basement was covered in dust after all this work, and so our cleaning service was given the special project of cleaning all the surfaces yesterday. The dust is history now.
What the cleaners didn't do well on was closing the basement door after themselves. Katherine got home after a few hours, and as she came in up popped our tiger explorers, fresh from hours of checking out the basement.
I guess we have properly secured the basement against feline hazards, since they did return from their explorations in one healthy piece each instead being found collapsed on the basement floor. But we'll still keep closing the door.
(The cleaners have been yelled at.)
Thursday, January 5, 2006
Why? Because I do my writing while sitting on my office futon, in proper self-heating cat cushion position. She's been especially appreciative lately, with lots of head butts and purring.
The vet thinks her morning tummy troubles are due to a stomach that gets sour when empty, and recommends feeding her as early as possible. The best solution would be a food dish with a timer, except Thing 1 and Thing 2 (aka Billy and Whitey) would raid it. He doesn't think changing her medicine would help, and didn't ask me to bring her in. We already know what the problem is, after all.
Wednesday, January 4, 2006
Tuesday, January 3, 2006
Training is recommended for this cat to prevent unfortunate accidents involving other animals as well as people. It is essential the Tiger be taught not to bite, claw, or climb on handlers. A small problem in a Tiger cub can become a large one in a fully matured Siberian Tiger adult.
Um, yeah. I can see how being climbed on or clawed by a fully mature Siberian Tiger (300-500 pounds) could have, um, "unfortunate" consequences. But I'm not sure I'd call them "accidents." Humans are supposed to be smart enough to stay out of the way of other predators.
Tigers belong in Siberia, not someone's backyard.
Monday, January 2, 2006
We've skipped logging a few minor incidents with Emily throwing up in recent weeks, but today marked the third day in a row that she threw up before or after breakfast. (It may actually be the fourth day.)
The good news is that Katherine heard it coming, and gently booted Emily off the bed quilt, which she's already soiled twice.
The more important bad news is that Emily probably needs to go to the vet again.