Better cat worship through chemistry

Researchers at UCLA may have found a new way to help people unfortunate enough to be allergic to cats. They've combined a feline protein and a human protein to form a new molecule that blocks the release of allergy-related histamine.

It's Backkkkkkkk

With things running so smoothly, we've decided to tempt fate.

The automated Littermaid litterbox has been checked out and returned to active duty. It's actually next to the regular closet litterbox, full of litter but powered off for now. This will let the cats used to it as a "normal" litterbox first.

Easter Treats

How not to treat your cats on Easter Morning:

Leave a not quite empty glass of chocolate Instant Breakfast on your nightstand, an area to which the boys have full blessed access to.

Lucky (if you can call it that) for Billy, he knocked the glass on the floor, and I heard it before he could feast. Of course, this meant I got to clean up the splattered chocolate sludge. But I would rather clean up the mess than bury the cat.

For the record, I had Cheerios for breakfast, and I rinsed my bowl when I was done.

(For those who came in late, Chocolate is poisonous to cats and dogs.)

Sun Deck Redux

The sun and open window in my office were so nice this morning that Billy tried to push Whitey out of the way to get to it.

The winter sun deck, capacity two tiger cats, has been deployed.

Photo Friday: Aerial Ballet

We now present another Photo Friday Double Creature Feature.

This week, proof of how different the boys are once they are off the floor. On the left, we have Billy clinging for dear life, and on the right, we have Whitey out for a claw stabilized stroll. Both photos are accurate; Billy acts like he cannot keep his balance on me, but Whitey will jump to my shoulder from an arm's length away if I promise a treat.

  

While typing this sitting down, I just gave Whitey the official kitty on the shoulder signal (i.e. waving an invisible treat). He needed to figure out to move from the sundeck window sill onto the desk so he could launch. Then he was up in a flash, and we were off together through the length of the house to make the treat real.

This was the first time he did the trick at my desk.

With Billy, we've given up on shoulder training since the photographs were taken. It just wasn't working out.

As for Emily, she would never lower herself to any of this tomfoolery in the first place. "Just serve my treat on the good silver, dear."

Liquid Stench

Someone left a lake between the wall and the upstairs litterbox.

Forensics points out that the box is too close to the wall, and was quite dirty even though it had been cleaned that morning.

Dawn Patrol: The Return

With the sun coming up earlier, it seems the boys are up earlier. This is not a good thing.

Earlier this week, we got 360 degrees of early morning cat fun

• Noisy litterbox landscaping
  
• Cat fu on the bed
  
• Meowing over lost tails and/or brothers
  
• Rattling closed mini-blinds
  

Good thing that daylight savings starts in ten days or so. We'll jump forward more than they will.