April 4th 2011 12:50 am
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Alright! Up again in the wee hours of the morning. This time it wasn’t even our fault! We’d been having a thunderstorm and rain (snow earlier in the day) off and on for hours. Sleeper was a little freaked by the thunder, but it didn’t bother me.
Anyway, suddenly the rain gets really heavy and wakes us all up. The Papa is out of the bed in a flash and going down to the basement with mudboots and flashlight. We didn’t get to go, which I think is monumentally unfair!
Next thing we know, he’s back upstairs and telling us the basement is getting flooded, so he’s setting up the emergency sump pump, and then has to go outside in the rain to see if the water is coming out of the hose. It was.
Meanwhile, Mama is building up the fire in the woodstove, and we’re bouncing off the walls having a great time! We LOVE to get up in the middle of the night and play, especially if the Mama and Papa are up, too.
So now we’ll probably all have some bites (do you hear that, Mama – where’s the bites?), while we wait to make sure the water doesn’t get any higher and take out the hot water heater like it did last year, Mama says. Fine by us! Now, where’s the bites?!
April 3rd 2011 5:16 pm
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So now we are 6 months old, my sister and I. I don’t feel any different, but Mama seems to be fascinated by this and is constantly remarking on how big we are, and how much we weigh! I have finally reached 8 lbs. I say finally, because Sleeper hit the 8 lb mark weeks ago, and I have been lagging behind her now for months. She is, by the way, already 8-1/2 lbs – a big girl! Mama is now wondering if she needs to cut back on the dry food she leaves out for us. Puh-leaseee!!! Sleeper is NOT overweight, but between you and me, I don’t think I will ever catch up to her. She’s just built differently than me. And she doesn’t have my nervous energy. When she’s content to sleep most of her day away, I am busy roaming looking for action! It’s a good thing she has me around, or otherwise she REALLY might have a weight problem – ha!
March 19th 2011 12:43 am
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The great thing about kittens is their sense of wonder. At almost 6 months, we are still interested in anything and everything around us. Even the most mundane of chores such as cleaning the litter box, becomes a noteworthy event. Not that I spend any time playing in the box the way I did when I was a baby; but - well, to be truthful - Sleeper STILL does. She’s been known to do some of her “kat-fu” moves in the clean litter as Mama pours it into the box! Silly kitten.
I’m more interested in seeing what’s in that fresh litter bag that’s sitting aside while Mama’s busy. She always tells me to get out of there, there’s nothing there that I want to see. I don’t know why she says that – of course, I want to see it! It’s a deep dark bag; there’s NO TELLING what might be in there!
And when Mama is scooping the box, there’s the hood off by itself, with its door-less opening beckoning: COME TO ME. Mama threw away the little door flap before we ever starting using the box, because she didn’t think it was healthy for us to be cooped up in there with the fumes while taking a poop – SHE wouldn’t want to be, she reasoned. But she kept the hood, because in the beginning I seemed to want privacy when doing my business, and she respected that.
Though that certainly isn’t the case now. In fact, both Sleeper and I seem to view the daily box cleaning as a signal that it’s time to use it! We hear the telltale scritch of spoon through litter, and we come running! Box Inspectors at your service! Occasionally, even before the Mama has completed her scooping, we are there, scratching up the litter in preparation. Mama has to sit back and wait. Sometimes she has to wait twice! She says this tends to make cleaning a longer process, but it does mean the litter stays smelling fresher longer, too. So, she doesn’t mind.
March 14th 2011 8:27 pm
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Today the sun shone brightly, and the air was fairly warm; the first real warm-up we've had all winter, Mama says.
Sleeper and I watched from one of our perches as a possum ate our leftovers and the apple peels from Mama's breakfast. I could tell he was really enjoying eating his breakfast under that warm sun.
I've been restless; the air feels different; it SMELLS different. I could hear geese honking as they flew by outside. The snow was melting off the roof and I could hear it dripping on the porch. There were other bird calls that I didn't remember hearing before.
Later, Mama went out to pick kindling; she said we'd need it when it got cold again, and she was right since before the day was done, she'd built up the fire in the woodstove. But when she came back from gathering wood, she brought me some catmint in her pocket. She said the snowdrops were blooming. I think this means Spring is almost here.
March 4th 2011 6:19 pm
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It started with the little things. Mama was sitting quietly at the table, enjoying her breakfast, reading her book, and I was on my side of the table. I guess I have to explain about that.
You see, there are some places I'm not supposed to be. The tables, the kitchen sink and counters, the chandelier...oops! I wasn't supposed to tell about THAT one! I only touched it - I didn't actually get ON the chandelier! But I digress.
Some time back due to my insistent jumping on her table, she relented and allowed me half of it. What did I tell you? Persistence and determination - these are key to winning your way.
Anyway, I was lounging on my side of the table watching her. This was sort of boring, so ever so slowly I inched my paw over the imaginary line and patted her pencil. She pushed my paw back and went on reading. That was a little more promising, so I stuck my paw out and knocked over one of her vitamin bottles. She threatened me with the spray bottle. Now things were looking up! I stretched out even further and grabbed her pencil, biting it. She wrestled with me over the pencil, and I knew I had her just where I wanted her! Pretty soon I was in her lap enjoying non-stop head scratches.
But even the best of idylls can pall after a while. So I jumped down in search of adventure. Which was soon found in jumping on the kitchen counter a couple of dozen times, being squirted to get down, and then racing up and down the hall with my sister.
But I'd done all this before; I needed something new...
So far the pinnacle of my achievement was that early that morning I had made it to the top of the woodstove - my lifelong dream! I have to explain this.
Since we were brought into our new home so long ago, it has always been winter - my sister wrote a diary entry about that. The soapstone woodstove has been a magical and awesome artifact sitting in the middle of our living room. Inside it resides GOD in It’s Fearsome Fiery Form - a form instinctively known by cats from time immemorial. This morning I had dared to set foot on the sanctuary!
Papa was cleaning the sanctuary, as it happens, and GOD was temporarily gone from It’s altar, so it was only warm, not “HOT!” as they are always saying to me or my sister whenever we get close. But you would not BELIEVE the fuss my humans made over this!!! I realized I had committed a grievous sin… I could hardly wait for the chance to do it again! And the chance came just a few hours later…
So, back to my original story where I’m in the Mama’s lap, and the whole boredom thing is setting in again; I jumped down and nonchalantly wandered over behind the woodstove, which GOD once again inhabited in all It’s Terrible Splendor. This was nothing to concern the Mama, as I had a little warm laydown spot that I liked back there, so she went back to reading her book.
Suddenly she jumps up in alarm, because I’ve let out a sharp ROWRRR!!!. I leaped to her arms, where she proceeded to check me all over for signs of injury – there was nothing. I honestly don’t remember what happened, but I think GOD SMOTE ME!!!
Mama, much relieved to see no burns, held me close and stroked my fur. I was limp with relief, too, and sort of forgot myself – I tried to nurse on her! She said that was OK, and she hoped now I’d know better than to try that again. I think she’s right. After all, there are other things to do…
February 25th 2011 6:40 am
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Last night we had a lot of fun. It didn’t start out so fun ‘cause Mama and Papa were tired and went to bed at 9:30 PM. Well, right off they should have known THAT was a mistake! That’s not our normal bedtime, not even back long ago [a week, says the editor] before we had our surgeries, and were having to sleep in our room with the door closed so we wouldn’t keep them up.
So-o-o-o, we played till it was the proper time for bed, another hour or so. This involved a lot of games: running through the house at top speed, for one. Mama and Papa call this “The Hour of Scampering”. And of course we wouldn’t want to leave them out of it, so they were included in the hurdle races; they got to be the hurdles! That was nice of us, don’t you think? And there were other events: playing with mousie, desk climbing, bat the ball, kitchen sink spelunking and drain board diving. These last two are particular favorites of mine, because Mama always gets involved. Sometimes if she’s a little slow on the uptake, I “prrrppt” at her to let her know the game is on. She comes to get me down; I just wish she wouldn’t bring the spray bottle sometimes. You think she’d know by now that I don’t like that.
Anyway, we finally got kinda tired, and lay down to sleep. It was a real surprise later when we thought we heard a sort of crackly-rustly noise coming from the kitchen. Mama had switched on the flashlight by this time and had her spray bottle in hand, only to find out it was the Papa! He’d gotten up to make a bowl of cereal! So she decided to get up, too, and have that piece of German Chocolate cake that she didn’t have earlier. Yea! - Pawty Time!!!
Sleeper and I each got a spoonful of Fancy Feast, plus some fresh water, warmed just the way I like it! Papa was reading his book by this time, having a second bowl of cereal, and Mama was eating cake and looking at CATSTER on her laptop. Then she started to browse some articles. She found one at the DISCOVERY NEWS website with an interesting title: “Cats Adore, Manipulate Women”. [ Editor/Mama’s note: http://news.discovery.com/animals/cats-humans-pets-relations hips-110224.html#mkcpgn=rssnws1 ] She read us some excerpts for a second bedtime story:
“Cats attach to humans, and particularly women, as social partners, and it's not just for the sake of obtaining food, according to the new research, which has been accepted for publication in the journal Behavioural Processes.”
"Food is often used as a token of affection, and the ways that cats and humans relate to food are similar in nature to the interactions seen between the human caregiver and the pre-verbal infant," co-author Jon Day, a Waltham Centre for Pet Nutrition researcher, told Discovery News. "Both cat and human infant are, at least in part, in control of when and what they are fed!"
"A relationship between a cat and a human can involve mutual attraction, personality compatibility, ease of interaction, play, affection and social support," co-author Dorothy Gracey of the University of Vienna explained. "A human and a cat can mutually develop complex ritualized interactions that show substantial mutual understanding of each other's inclinations and preferences."
Sounds like a whole bunch of words for saying that cats and humans - particularly women! – love and understand each other!
And this morning, the Papa had to go into the shop early for a Fed- Ex delivery, so he got up to shower, trying not to disturb the Mama. We got up – of course! – so he closed us up in the bathroom with him. He turned on the water in the bathroom sink for us to play in, which is always fun! But he was taking so long to wash his hair (it’s longer than the Mama’s!) that we got bored and had to find something else to do.
So-o-o-o – there was the wastebasket…We hadn’t had a good wastebasket exploration in a long time – wow! The Papa was a little miffed with us when he got out of the shower and found kleenixes and used toilet paper rolls strewn across the bathroom floor, but it was worth it!
Sleeper and I think we should do this again real soon!
February 21st 2011 6:33 am
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It's been a week now since Sleeper and I had our surgeries, and it's business as usual! Today we are snowed in, but it's Mama's day off anyway, so no worries! The wind has been blowing something fierce all night long, making the windows rattle like they're gonna jump out of their frames - kinda scary! Sleeper and I huddled together on our bed in our room most of the night, not feeling like bugging the Mama and Papa while all that racket was going on!
Alot of the snow had melted off, but now it's back - 4 or 5 inches and still coming down. Nice to be inside with the woodstove cooking.
February 17th 2011 1:53 pm
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ODE TO A MOUSIE
by Samhain A.R.
O Mousie fair,
what dost thou there
alone, unheeding, 'neath that chair?
Perhaps you dream
some little scheme
to cause my feline heart despair.
I'd be remiss
did I but kiss
Thy silken, softly shining hair.
So I will bite and rend and tear;
Let it be known here:
Mice - BEWARE!
February 17th 2011 6:37 am
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Feeling much more like my old self, though yesterday there were a couple of accidents for both Sleeper and I - trying to jump up on things and not qu-i-i-i-te making it. Whew – that kinda hurt! But not enough to keep us from trying to jump up the next time and making it! Determination, yeah. Pays off every time.
Mama kept trying to feed us something every time we turned around. She cooked broiled salmon last night and saved us some little bites (without the sauce). I liked them fine, but Sleeper ate them and threw up! Made Mama feel bad, so I cornered Sleeper later and gave her a few bites of my own!!!
Mama says there has been no swelling around our incisions – I could have told her that. They do feel a little warm to the touch – I could have told her that, too. And we had a good breakfast this morning. Well, good for us – we never eat that much at a time anyway.
Now if the fur will just grow back…
February 15th 2011 8:11 am
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Sleeper may feel like jumping all over the place; me - I think I like it fine right here on my red blankie in front of the space heater. Would you set that up another notch, please? Thank you.
As I was saying, I'm doing as well as can be expected, but hey -I've got less fat to sustain me - well it's TRUE, Sleeper! You've got a good half pound on me. Which I totally don't get, since you eat about twice as slow as me, and you must be sneaking food on the side or something - I hardly ever see you eat! Hmmph! Mama says we just have different metabolisms - whatever THAT means.
Well, whatever that vet did to me, at least it doesn't itch. I can pretty much ignore it, except for the weirdness of having no fur on a big patch of my body - yucchhh! Hope it grows back soon, so that once again I can be "the sleekest in the land"!
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