Random update ...
We sprayed the (dry) cat fountain components with Bitter Apple. This seems to have have the desired effect of restricting Whitey to drinking from it, as opposed to disassembling it.
When I got up this morning and went into the upstairs hall, Emily was in the penthouse of Tiger Tower again. She smoothly strolled down a couple of levels to be better petted. She was absolutely delighted when I ran the window blinds up to get her warm sunshine.
We remain worried about Emily, but not about her visits to Tiger Tower. She just plain likes it, and clearly can navigate its levels with ease.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
How do you mend a broken heart (and tummy?)
The good news: Emily is hanging out in new and interesting places, like the top of tiger tower.
The bad news: I think she's hanging out there because she's a afraid of the humans trapping her in the bedroom and forcing bad liquid down her throat.
She's gotten so skittish after several days of medicine I raised the white flag, and (after having pushed for it previously) told Katherine we need to lay off for a while. The Tagament is supposed to make Emily feel better, but if she's afraid all of time because of the treatments, I won't begin to claim she feels better.
This morning, she got a kitty treat for breakfast dessert and help being tucked under the covers, but no medicine.
I'm very sad we can't help our elder cat.
The bad news: I think she's hanging out there because she's a afraid of the humans trapping her in the bedroom and forcing bad liquid down her throat.
She's gotten so skittish after several days of medicine I raised the white flag, and (after having pushed for it previously) told Katherine we need to lay off for a while. The Tagament is supposed to make Emily feel better, but if she's afraid all of time because of the treatments, I won't begin to claim she feels better.
This morning, she got a kitty treat for breakfast dessert and help being tucked under the covers, but no medicine.
I'm very sad we can't help our elder cat.
Monday, May 9, 2005
The Engineers of Dawn
This house has great pride in Engineers, and Whitey is our best feline engineer.
That is, except for the fact he does his best work at the crack of dawn, which is when he decided to try to disassemble the bedroom fountain for the second time in a week. After 5 minutes of prying noises, I misted him, which actually is really a bad idea, since the fountain exists for him to use.
At a more reasonable hour, Whitey also had to examine the strike plate on the door in my office after I caught it on belt loop and pulled a screw loose. He was very cute, reaching up his back legs to examine it. I half expected him to unsheathe a claw to use as a screwdriver and fix it on spot.
The kid was born to figure out how the world works from a feline point of view. I just wish he would figure it out at noon, not dawn. That, and wear safety goggles.
That is, except for the fact he does his best work at the crack of dawn, which is when he decided to try to disassemble the bedroom fountain for the second time in a week. After 5 minutes of prying noises, I misted him, which actually is really a bad idea, since the fountain exists for him to use.
At a more reasonable hour, Whitey also had to examine the strike plate on the door in my office after I caught it on belt loop and pulled a screw loose. He was very cute, reaching up his back legs to examine it. I half expected him to unsheathe a claw to use as a screwdriver and fix it on spot.
The kid was born to figure out how the world works from a feline point of view. I just wish he would figure it out at noon, not dawn. That, and wear safety goggles.
Sunday, May 8, 2005
Watchcats
Clearly, our watch cats don't scare the thieves off or dial 911 after the fact.
Last Thursday (28 April) we zipped from Boston to Seattle for the weekend, leaving our cats in the capable hands of Jen, our cat sitter.
On Sunday a week ago at 5 AM Seattle time (8 AM at the kitten farm), Jen called to tell us our house had been broken into, as evidenced by a window being wide open and the screen up.
First and foremost, Jen verified all the cats were accounted for. It appears it didn't occur to them to go wandering out. They may have been asleep, and if they did jump up to the open window sill they may not have liked the six foot drop into the cold rainy night. Still, I am relieved that we got them implanted with id microchips last fall, in case they did get out.
As for property loss, the thieves were in hurry, and while stuff got tossed about, they didn't do wanton damage. Very little was taken. (In case the wrong people are reading this, I will pass on detailing on anything they missed.)
Jen was perhaps shaken more than we were -- when we paid her bill, we made she sure she got a combat bonus. (She is paid to look for trouble while we are gone; however, it is hard to pay a person enough to actually find trouble.)
Needless to say, we were quite awake after the phone call; at least at it was only 30 minutes before the alarm would have gone off for our crack of dawn flight home.
Last Thursday (28 April) we zipped from Boston to Seattle for the weekend, leaving our cats in the capable hands of Jen, our cat sitter.
On Sunday a week ago at 5 AM Seattle time (8 AM at the kitten farm), Jen called to tell us our house had been broken into, as evidenced by a window being wide open and the screen up.
First and foremost, Jen verified all the cats were accounted for. It appears it didn't occur to them to go wandering out. They may have been asleep, and if they did jump up to the open window sill they may not have liked the six foot drop into the cold rainy night. Still, I am relieved that we got them implanted with id microchips last fall, in case they did get out.
As for property loss, the thieves were in hurry, and while stuff got tossed about, they didn't do wanton damage. Very little was taken. (In case the wrong people are reading this, I will pass on detailing on anything they missed.)
Jen was perhaps shaken more than we were -- when we paid her bill, we made she sure she got a combat bonus. (She is paid to look for trouble while we are gone; however, it is hard to pay a person enough to actually find trouble.)
Needless to say, we were quite awake after the phone call; at least at it was only 30 minutes before the alarm would have gone off for our crack of dawn flight home.
Saturday, May 7, 2005
Tummy Trouble Redux
Emily continues to have stomach problems (including throwing up) and low appetite.
We've got her back on the Tagament, which she hates, but we think she needs.
We've got her back on the Tagament, which she hates, but we think she needs.
Friday, May 6, 2005
Photo Friday: More Then and Now
Today, we have kitten Billy and adult Billy, at the top the stairs.
The adult picture is a little grainy. but it does show Billy's luxurious whiskers in the sun light.
The adult picture is a little grainy. but it does show Billy's luxurious whiskers in the sun light.
Wednesday, May 4, 2005
ping ... nap nap nap
No, we didn't all go catatonic, or even take long cat naps.
The available typists have been really busy, including a 72 hour round trip to the other coast. (The cats make lousy watchcreatures, more on that later.)
We promise, at least Photo Friday will return this week.
The available typists have been really busy, including a 72 hour round trip to the other coast. (The cats make lousy watchcreatures, more on that later.)
We promise, at least Photo Friday will return this week.
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