We were on a business trip/vacation for seven days, and got home last night. The boys were happy to see us and our cabinet opening thumbs, even if the cat sitter looked after them well.
I made sure I played with Billy last night.
As a special gift, someone left us a hairball this morning just as I got up.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Billy Loves Me, Yes, I Know
My personal sleep pattern is all screwed up because of minor work and health issues.
Billy decided to help last night by sleeping on my side of the bed instead of behind Katherine's knees. It's a compliment, of course (and I mean that).
How do I explain to a well adjusted, confident, friendly, and most of all sleepy feline that no, having 13 pounds of cat blocking me doesn't actually help me move into a comfortable position and relax so I can sleep?
Billy decided to help last night by sleeping on my side of the bed instead of behind Katherine's knees. It's a compliment, of course (and I mean that).
How do I explain to a well adjusted, confident, friendly, and most of all sleepy feline that no, having 13 pounds of cat blocking me doesn't actually help me move into a comfortable position and relax so I can sleep?
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
The New Adventures of Spider-Cat
We had another hair ball tonight, but that's not the big event of the night.
Our guest bathroom is off the hallway by the stairs, directly across from where Billy dove off head first a few months ago. We keep the upstairs cleaning supplies in there, and after cleaning up the hairball, I went in there to store the paper towel. Whitey darted in with me, and took up residence in the bathtub.
I got smart, and got a little water from the faucet to dribble on him.
Okay, maybe not smart.
He came out of the bathtub like he was catapulted, across the bathroom, across the hall, up the 30 inch high railing, and over, having forgotten the other side is a 7 foot drop. Since I've seen this before, I didn't fear (as much) for his life as I did when he was a kitten and fell off the second story.
I should have guessed the ending -- even though the railing is polished wood and not carpet, he somehow reversed his direction and hauled himself up onto the railing with mostly his front paws.
The Spider-Cat lives.
Our guest bathroom is off the hallway by the stairs, directly across from where Billy dove off head first a few months ago. We keep the upstairs cleaning supplies in there, and after cleaning up the hairball, I went in there to store the paper towel. Whitey darted in with me, and took up residence in the bathtub.
I got smart, and got a little water from the faucet to dribble on him.
Okay, maybe not smart.
He came out of the bathtub like he was catapulted, across the bathroom, across the hall, up the 30 inch high railing, and over, having forgotten the other side is a 7 foot drop. Since I've seen this before, I didn't fear (as much) for his life as I did when he was a kitten and fell off the second story.
I should have guessed the ending -- even though the railing is polished wood and not carpet, he somehow reversed his direction and hauled himself up onto the railing with mostly his front paws.
The Spider-Cat lives.
We're Still Here ...
We're still here, and so are the hairballs.
At 5:30 AM I was woken up by Whitey with "Meow, meow, hack, sputter, sputter..." out in the hall.
Not my best clean up job, but as Katherine said, any clean up which doesn't wake her up is nice work.
At 5:30 AM I was woken up by Whitey with "Meow, meow, hack, sputter, sputter..." out in the hall.
Not my best clean up job, but as Katherine said, any clean up which doesn't wake her up is nice work.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Farewell to Socks
Various news outlets are reporting that after a long and popular ride, Socks the Cat has gone to The Great Meadow in the sky. He was 19 or 20 years old, and moved into the White House with the Clintons in 1992. There is coverage at CNN and a longer article at one of our favorite cat blogs.
The Daily Stench: Double Feature
Whitey threw up spittle (an attempted hair ball?) fifteen minutes before breakfast at 8 AM. I was able to boot him off the living room rug onto hardwood front hall floor, which helped the clean up.
Not to be out done, Billy lost his breakfast a half-hour later. He saw me coming to shoo him to the front hall, and took off across the rug as he threw up, leaving a line of kibble and ... well, you get the idea. Clean up was not helped.
Both boys were otherwise acting normally, and both kept their dinner down without any issues.
Not to be out done, Billy lost his breakfast a half-hour later. He saw me coming to shoo him to the front hall, and took off across the rug as he threw up, leaving a line of kibble and ... well, you get the idea. Clean up was not helped.
Both boys were otherwise acting normally, and both kept their dinner down without any issues.
Monday, February 16, 2009
The Daily Stench: Solid Evidence
Whitey just left a deposit in the master bath. That is very odd, he's not prone to ignoring his litter box.
(There is occasionally a litter box in the master bath, but we last had one in there months ago.)
I hope he's okay. We'll keep an eye on our junior overlord.
(There is occasionally a litter box in the master bath, but we last had one in there months ago.)
I hope he's okay. We'll keep an eye on our junior overlord.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)