As we have previously recorded by his deeds if not in name, Whitey is also called the Mighty Burrower. He loves to get under any or all of the layers of covers, cruise like Bugs Bunny blowing through Albuquerque, and then maybe take a nap.
Emily, on the other hand, doesn't qualify for any Burrower Badges.
This evening, she snuggled under the folded down top of the sheet. When I came in the room, she went to stick her head out and could not because she was standing on the edge of the sheet. A plaintive mew came out from the sheet instead of Emily's head.
I untangled her, and then I petted her to tell the world still loves her even if the sheet doesn't.
Monday, February 28, 2005
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Inmates Running the Asylum Redux
The inmates are running the joint again, which is another way of saying Katherine has (again) wandered off to the West Coast for the week. This would be a fine, except her travel curse is about to nail Boston. (She leaves, we get a storm. This makes me a one man clean up crew.)
The feather has come out, litterboxes cleaned and a fountain cleaned.
I'll get other fountain tonight after dinner.
The feather has come out, litterboxes cleaned and a fountain cleaned.
I'll get other fountain tonight after dinner.
Friday, February 25, 2005
Cats That Go Bump in the Night
I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of Billy moving around and cleaning himself at the foot of the bed.
Oddly enough, this was a reassuring sound; it told me a cat is safe, warm, and calm.
(In case you haven't figured it out, I'm big on keeping the cats safe and warm.)
Oddly enough, this was a reassuring sound; it told me a cat is safe, warm, and calm.
(In case you haven't figured it out, I'm big on keeping the cats safe and warm.)
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Photo Friday: Friends For Life
We already posted a picture of this particular kitten nap pile, but they looked even cuter before the photographer (almost) woke the boys up.
We need to keep both boys safe so they can grow old together; they're a team!
We need to keep both boys safe so they can grow old together; they're a team!
Do The Stroll
Over past month or more, we've been teaching the boys to ride on our shoulders from the launching pad of the Tiger Tower condo.
Okay, we think we're teaching them to ride on our shoulders. They think they have learned to climb across us long enough to grab a kitty treat out of a hand which is too far from the condo to reach directly, and maybe hang around long enough to see if they get seconds.
Whitey is pretty good, if he realizes a treat is ready for him he zips right across the shoulders to the treat. The primary problem with Whitey is he grabs the treat with a paw, and the paw is fully armed -- or more precisely, clawed. No velvet paws when you gotta balance on some stupid human several feet off the floor.
Billy, on the other hand, basically crawls only as far as he has to (he doesn't like the several feet off the floor either). The net result is less like a cat on the shoulder and more like a 12+ pound live feline stole reaching from elbow to elbow. And I do mean elbow, I have to hold up the trailing arm to support his rear paws and a good chunk of his weight.
And none of this happens with either of them without cash on the barrelhead, or more precisely treats in hand.
However, last night Billy was downstairs on the newel post unprompted, and I offered an arm for a ride. He came on board without a kitty treat in sight. With such good humor on his part, I viewed it well worth the trip to the pantry with kitty on board to find some treats before dropping him off.
A nice stroll was had by all.
Okay, we think we're teaching them to ride on our shoulders. They think they have learned to climb across us long enough to grab a kitty treat out of a hand which is too far from the condo to reach directly, and maybe hang around long enough to see if they get seconds.
Whitey is pretty good, if he realizes a treat is ready for him he zips right across the shoulders to the treat. The primary problem with Whitey is he grabs the treat with a paw, and the paw is fully armed -- or more precisely, clawed. No velvet paws when you gotta balance on some stupid human several feet off the floor.
Billy, on the other hand, basically crawls only as far as he has to (he doesn't like the several feet off the floor either). The net result is less like a cat on the shoulder and more like a 12+ pound live feline stole reaching from elbow to elbow. And I do mean elbow, I have to hold up the trailing arm to support his rear paws and a good chunk of his weight.
And none of this happens with either of them without cash on the barrelhead, or more precisely treats in hand.
However, last night Billy was downstairs on the newel post unprompted, and I offered an arm for a ride. He came on board without a kitty treat in sight. With such good humor on his part, I viewed it well worth the trip to the pantry with kitty on board to find some treats before dropping him off.
A nice stroll was had by all.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
The Daily Stench: The Return
Last night, Emily (who seems to prefer teetering on the edge of the litterbox to do her business, and thus requires lots of room around the box), managed to spray the area around the hall litterbox. Katherine cleaned it up, and moved the litterbox from the wall out a bit.
A couple of days ago, I commented to Katherine that the downstairs box had been moving closer the wall, and maybe this wasn't a good idea. I hate being right (especially when I am contributing to the problem).
A couple of days ago, I commented to Katherine that the downstairs box had been moving closer the wall, and maybe this wasn't a good idea. I hate being right (especially when I am contributing to the problem).
Monday, February 21, 2005
The Cowardly Tiger
The truth is out about Billy.
Monday I answered the door for would be snow shovelers, and when I came back upstairs, Katherine was telling our supposed alpha cat that it was safe come out from under her office futon.
Since the top of the futon is Emily's daytime home, maybe he thinks his aged aunt will protect him from any evil visitors?
Some Mighty Hunter.
Monday I answered the door for would be snow shovelers, and when I came back upstairs, Katherine was telling our supposed alpha cat that it was safe come out from under her office futon.
Since the top of the futon is Emily's daytime home, maybe he thinks his aged aunt will protect him from any evil visitors?
Some Mighty Hunter.
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