Generally fine. Then again we get to thinking about Efanor and there we go, totally wiped for an hour. We’re real lucky to have Eushu or we’d be real cases, right now. I’m still not focusing on things as well as I should. Neither’s Jane.
So. Let’s talk about kittens. Deep breath. Refocus. Only happy thoughts. Don’t post sad things.
And at the moment, here comes Eushu at high speed, mewing his head off, into my room and out again at warp speed. He’s lost track of Jane for 3 seconds. I have to laugh.
I hope Eushu brings happy thoughts and good vibes to your household.
I miss Efanor too. I still can’t believe it. That said — I am looking forward to my next visit with Eushu!
He’s going to keep us sane. He’s sitting beside me, having made two assaults on Ysabel’s tail—and survived with nothing more than a hiss.
Ysabel is a changed cat!
The little fellow’s busy learning everything about his new home and family. It’s very serious business, you know, getting everyone (including Ysabel) trained properly. LOL, lost track of Jane for a few seconds, did he? Hah, he knows what his job is, taking care of the two giant hairless bipeds. (Strange beasties, those.) And so he decided he was safe by you, while avoiding Ysabel’s wrath/disdain? Besides, you were doing something interesting. — He’s still getting the hang of this writing business. Mine are convinced that when I’m at the computer, it means they have a captive audience. I’ve given up trying to keep them off my desk with me. How that will change, when I have regular work to do, is anyone’s guess. (Mostly theirs, I suspect.)
To underscore the point, Goober’s back to take over my left arm. (“What, aren’t you going to bed yet? Well cool, I’ll just make myself comfortable. You weren’t using that arm for anything.”)
I wonder how long it’ll be before the young gentleman gets his first voyage ring from either of the captains aboard. He’s not even seen Meetpoint docks yet.
Grief is a strange thing. We can be functioning quite well, when some small thing brings back a memory so strong that it stops us dead in our tracks.
When Proge moved back east from California his cat Smartypants came with him. Actually I brought him here while Proge dealt with moving.He was another Big Black Cat and a great guy. He thought my potter’s wheel was wonderful, especially with a thrown pot on it. Alas, he got sick and died much the way Efanor did. Never sick, then stopped eating and died within two weeks. That was three years ago, I don’t think his space was filled until I brought Aloysius home a year and a half ago. We seem to be most comfortable being a three cat household.
I wouldn’t be too sure about calming down at two years or so. The latest fascination is with the flat screen t.v. Especially Animal Planet. Picture Breezy watching a dog show and Aloysius and Kiki on the ledge in front of the t.v. trying to figure out how to get the dogs out.
Friendly has decided that her time with me is in the morning when I am at the computer. I have been erasing her typing efforts.
Emotions move at their own pace, I think.
Kitten silliness!!! Some of you have heard me refer to Houdini (2 yrs) as my Mafia Hit Man for various reasons. He has taught Banichi (8 months) a trick that’s just plain mean! Twice, I’ve been heating up leftover chili and had Houdini hang from the back pocket of my jeans. Feet off the floor. Banichi has done this once. I have no desire to wear earrings in the back pockets of my jeans.
Banichi has his own morning alarm clock trick. He comes up on the bed, and if I don’t pay attention to his shrill meows, he gets in my face and licks the tip of my nose. THEN! he nips my nose. Oh well, it could be “french” doggie kisses.
Visual image. Houdini and Banichi in the kitchen window. Banichi went belly down under Houdini’s belly from the back and changed places with him. Poor Houdini looked so startled!
This kitten views furniture as something to be climbed on INSIDE as well as out. That can be a problem.
This morning he decided to attack Ysabel while she was trying to get onto my lap for the morning brushing, ONLY the second most sacred and favorite thing of her day except her food and water dishes. She spatted him reeeeal good for that, but he was back to try to get onto my lap with her. I hastily deposited him on the adjacent bench, and he ran to the cat tree, leapt down, assaulted the ponytail palm, and raced back to see if the verdict about the lap had possibly changed.
OLD Pascal story. He was maybe 18 weeks old. The couch is in front of the living room window and at the time I had a bird feeder in the front yard. Pascal was standing on the back of the couch, pawing at those birds! He was going to get them! He jumped at the birds, hit the window and fell behind the couch. There was a perfect look of “Oh, POOP!” on his pretty b/w face right before he disappeared from sight. Of course, he climbed up the back of the couch a minute later, but he never tried that again.
You know how siblings will sometimes just bat at each other for no reason except to annoy the other one? Yeah. . . .
http://goo.gl/photos/gwppHFYwLc
(This always makes me laugh)
Zette, that was a great little video. Looks a lot like my two black cat brothers, who also love to wrestle with each other! Froggie, one of the brothers, sat on my lap and watched it with me!
Hmmm, some good news you say. Thinks…
Well, cute kitten is a pretty good start.
You have another user, who’s stopped being a more than occasional lurker, and decided to sign up. How many thousand are you up to now? Actually, forget that, I’m probably just lowering the tone of the place…
My brother has 2 new kittens. Pun-tastic names were sought. Colonel Cataffi and MaCatma Ghandi were selected – but in further good news – rejected for more sensible names.
Another brother has a new baby as of last week. Which isn’t good news for you, but is for me. Health technology is funny, their first was premature and had to have surgery 3 days after being born. That was all rather touch-and-go, and involved a lot of highly trained health-workers and fantastic machinery that beeps a lot. This one is healthy but a bit jaundiced. High tech solution? Stick the baby in the cot by the window. Or was that on the windowsill? What do they think he is? A geranium?
Even better news, for our authorial overlord. I’ve just spent a good half hour trying to work out where I am in the Foreigner series, due to the titles being one-worders, and all my books in storage (while I move). It turns out I’m two books behind. My 3rd (and final) brother’s birthday is this week, so I’ve sneakily added goodies for me to the Amazon order. Plus I see Chernevog is finished. so I can have that soon as well.
Oh, and as this is my first post: Thank you very much for 2 interesting websites and many wonderful books. I’ve lost quite a bit of sleep over the years – as I surface from an exciting passage to see that it’s 5am. But definitely worth it.
MaCatma Ghandi is too good. 😉
Other suggestions I’d forgotten were, Benito Pussolini, and my favourite – Meow Tse Tung.
On a kitty related note, there’s been an advert in the UK for ‘filtered milk’ – whatever that’s good for. I rather liked it. Sorry if it’s been posted before: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6CcxJQq1x8
I particularly liked the West Side Story gag.
Unrelated, but still funny…
DH and I were working in the computer room when we heard a rustle-thump! We assumed that one of the geckos had gotten clumsy and fallen. A few minutes later, I looked up and saw a SUBSTANTIAL anole sitting in the middle of the floor — he looked like a Jurassic Park compy, bumpy and brown striped and at least 10″ long, tip to tail. Hilarity ensues. We chased him under both our computers, behind the desks, out into the hall, under the couch, into the kitchen, out from BEHIND the refrigerator (thank heavens it was on wheels!), behind the recliner…
By that time, I think the lizard was tired of being pursued. I had a box lid in hand to catch him. He climbed up the recliner, OVER DH, into the box. I made a beeline for the back door, only to find that Monsieur Napoleon Bonaparte, the neighborhood cat, was watching meals-on-wheels with great interest through the screen. Lizard bailed off the box and we spent several more minutes removing him from between the sliding door and the screen. Then he jumped ONTO Bony. Bony said “AHA!!” and tried to chomp the lizard. I ended up throwing the box lid onto Bony and startling him enough that he dropped the lizard. As a consolation prize, Bony snagged the lizard’s tail, but the compysaurus got away.
Now imagine this with “Yakety Sax” playing as a soundtrack 🙂
🙂 you all are good!
Kitzen stories, eh? only have a few dozen of them! Years ago, hubby and I were remodeling the 100yr old barn into current home and had decided we needed a cat to keep the rodent population down. Something about the barn having been used to store stinky old fish nets for 20 or 30 years. So, cosmic vibes went out and we started searching for kitzens. For whatever reason, kitzens were in short supply that year (maybe we weren’t searching as hard as we could but eh, whatever), and after a couple weeks we were about ready to rent a trap to catch a half-feral that was pestering a friend and try to finish taming it.
Somewhere between watching for kids with kitzens outside the grocery store and checking the local vet’s office, remodeling reached the ‘shift the junk in the loft around to shift other stuff in’ stage so I finally broke down and went poking around in a stinky dusty loft and happened to notice a box of china that was mewling. THREE babies, tiny little balls of fluff with eyes just barely open. One sat in a cup talking to me, another hid his head in a second cup playing coy, and the third fluffball was all claws, hisses, and teeth. Nobody can convince me cats do not have personality from an early age! Their momma was nothing but a streak of gray, but she kept coming back to feed the babies even after we’d been handling them, especially since we left FOOD out for her!
Well, few days go by, and the babies were getting more mobile and VERY noisy, so we hauled them into the bathroom that we’d just finished dry-walling and cut a hole about 3 feet up (in an area that is now under the stairs, so who cares what it looks like)just big enough for momma to jump in and out. The rest of the remodel was unfinished, so momma had total access to the hole, and we had a chance to tame the little furballs. I think we managed to keep them in the bathroom with momma coming in to feed them for about 6 weeks before they got big enough to try and follow her! Soooo, one retrieval mission to the neighbor’s shed and a rather sudden weaning later, hiss-n-spit moved over the neighbors officially and we kept Mittens (always the talkative one) and Tigger (the quiet lover who always liked to hide his head).
Awww.
“Now old Tar was a sailing tom…”
— Half-remembered quote from a childhood Little Golden Book about kittens and cats. Somehow popped in just now and seemed to fit.
I can’t get the link on this silly phone, but look up “kittens milk-bar oops” by rtsn047 (me) on Youtube. What happens when the runt gets real pushy at lunchtime. 1:03 is the climax.
I just got a new kitty myself from the pound. He was originally named Peanut. His new name is Bobcat. He looks like one, he acts like one, he’s wild. My dog is scared of him. The kitty weighs less than 2 pounds and the dog weighs 60. It is truly hilarious watching Bobcat try to make friends with Jake when the dog is always running from him. Bobcat’s other favorite pastime is also chewing on everything…. maybe that’s why the dog runs..HMMM..
I have always been tempted to go with Fidel Catstro, but haven’t run into the right kitten for the name yet. The other name I’ve had tucked away is Jerry Purrnelle, but that’s gotta be one voluble kitty for that particular monicker.
😆
I much approve of the cat-tales.