Quote (Meow) of the Day

Katherine: Emily is being mysterious. (mewing at me)
Drew: She's being Emily.

The Wreck of The Edmund FitzFountain

We caught Whitey disassembling one of the fountains and figured out how he does it. He reaches over the top of the cover, hooks his claws over the edge, and pulls. This keeps his paws from getting wet in case he forgets to unplug the fountain first.

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.

The Wrecking Crew

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.

Photo Extra: Hacker Cat

From our friend sebab, comes her cat and its favorite reading material.

Stable is good

Not much change since the last weigh-in. The boys gained a little, but I'll wait and see what happens once they've been on the weight control food for a little while.

Billy: 14 lbs 9.5 oz
Whitey: 13 lbs 3.5 oz
Emily: 6 lbs. 8 oz.

Good Playmate

Since I occasionally play rough with Billy (I like to rub his tummy, which he usually doesn't think much of), Katherine is amazed I still have all my fingers. He puts up with it because a) his brother does worse to him, and b) I make it up to him with kitty treats or by picking him up and boosting him to the magic shelf used to store the feathers. (Billy especially likes this because after he sniffs at the toys, I take one down and use it to play with him.)

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.

Good kitty!

The Sauce is The Boss

My personal (unwanted) motto is I eat, therefore I wear.

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!