October 31st 2011 9:54 pm
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Saturday brought with it some snow. Those who knew me last year (pre-amputation) know that snow days were horrible days for me. I hid, screamed, and hopped about on three legs.
I'm still hopping about on three legs, that's a permanent thing now, but winter time is so much more pleasant without the pain that my leg brought me.
The house heat was turned on a few days prior to the snow storm. I know Mama had been wondering if I was going to continue my "face baking" ways of previous years in front of the heat. I was pleased to supply her with an affirmative answer to that question. (If you can remember, the x-ray from my good leg, did show last year the early signs of arthritic spurs in my foot. I wonder how that's doing a year later and being now my *only* [back] foot?)
As soon as I discovered the lovely heat emanating from the wall, I resumed *my* position in front of the heat and there I stay until I want to eat or get a drink from my personal fountain or some cuddles from Mama or Papa.
The day of the snow, all was still light outside yet. A darkened, snowy type of light, but I could tell it was daytime. Nuk and Gabby were asleep on the bed and I was happily face-baking.
Then a horrible thing happened, my heat started to go away. Very slowly it left me and did not return. I sought out Mama and lodged my complaint. I meowed and meowed in much the same way that I *demand* to go out on the back porch, but my heat did not return.
I complained to Mama some more and she tried to explain to me that we were powerless.
If we are powerless, she is powerless to provide me with heat. Unacceptable. I snorted my displeasure at her and hopped back in front my heat. If it was coming back, I would be there meet its return.
The light grew darker and Papa came home early from work. "Papa, papa" I cried. "Mama has no power to give us heat." Papa told me of a time when we had oil heat and ran out in the middle of the night. Before the oil truck came to fill up our tank that night, the cats who lived here were so cold themselves that they ended up coming under the covers to keep warm, with Mama and Papa.
Nuk paced around the house, aware that something was different. Gabby begged for food. Mama lit candles and placed them up high. Papa got the oil lamps ready and they discussed what they would do for supper.
The house grew dark as evening approached and still my beloved heat had not returned to me. Finally, 6 hours after my heat had abandoned me, with a flash it returned! Then it left again. It returned and left, several more times before the night turned again to morning. But, it never again left me completely. I said to the heat "I will make you a deal. I will not abandon you and you will not abandon me, ok?" ... and being heat (and not intelligent) it said nothing.
August 31st 2011 10:50 pm
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I read about this new game called 'Kitty Kat Talk Tag' in Gabby's Diary. It seems she got it from Colette's Diary
[I'm not really surprised Gabby was the first of our family to play] It seems like it's a really easy game to play and there are no rules!
You just have to answer a few Questions. So please PLAY ALONG, everyfur!
1. Your Meowmy or Dad is asleep and you are furry hungry; You would.....
Wow. There are so many varied ways to wake a human. Let me consider the *wisdom* of revealing my *methods* (well, past the ones, I've already revealed.)
Walking on them works, pawing at them, biting their hair, burrowing under the covers...
2. You are furry sleepy and are sleeping on a top ledge; Meowmy or Dad would say..........
"Aw, look at the Itty" and I would watch them through slit open eyes to make sure that they just pass on by.
** I feel I must add, that regardless of *what* Gabby may write on her diary, the very *idea* of her Wookieness being on a "top ledge" is laughable as well as nearly 'physically impossible' ~ While ducks may waddle and fly, Wookies seem able to only waddle **
3. You saw a dog who wants to chase something; what's the furry furst thing you would you say or do?
"Bye bye doggy!" and then I think to myself "You'll never catch whatever you're chasing."
4. Your Meowmy or Dad wants you to stop tearing the furniture. You would...
Stop for a moment, give them a look that says "You're not the boss of me." and continue.
5. Your Kitty Kat emergency box, full of fur fashions, is locked. Oh No! You would....
That's a confusing question. I don't wear clothes and the only fur I wear is my own, so...
I guess I would do nothing.
Okay, I don't "Tag" ~ But if you liked reading my answers and want to show me yours, consider yourself "Tagged"
HAVE FUN!!
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August 23rd 2011 10:19 pm
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It's been cool enough lately and we haven't used our air conditioner much this summer. There was that horrible week in July where the temperatures refused to come out of the 100F/38C range. Our weather has been pretty mild for the month of August. (Tonight even, Papa is under a heavy blanket sleeping, while Mama helps me type this up.)
It was cool enough tonight to make me want to *cuddle.* ~ Mama was sitting with her feet on the edge of the couch and her legs bent up. That's the perfect position for me to curl myself up on Mama's warm chest, while my butt rests against her legs. We had a nice cuddle.... until it was medicine and tooth brushing time!
I watched as Papa and Mama removed the air conditioner this morning. They set it on the floor (just in case it has to go back in. Historically, when the children return to school summer seems to enjoy a resurgence) and they set a nice, folded soft light blue blanket on top it. I like that! It makes a nice queenly napping place that has a little bit of *height* and softness.
Later today, in the afternoon the house started to feel like it was moving back and forth. Mama thought it was either me or Nuk demanding attention by grabbing, kneading and pulling the side of her computer chair. She looked around for a cat but none of us were near. Mama stood up and walked through the house, feeling like the house was swaying. Nothing fell from the walls or shelves, but it was a strange feeling.
One more item for evidence that I am the "boss" of the house.... When the strange rock and sway of the house started Nuk made himself really low to the floor and slunk/crawled his way towards the bedroom to go hide himself under the bed!
Gabby stayed out with her face turned towards me, watching me while I sat on the floor of the living room, looking all around me, but I didn't run and I didn't hide.
Mama grabbed the phone, locked us in the house and went outside, where the other neighbors were coming out of their houses. "Did you feel it?" they were asking each other. "What was it? Earthquake?!" ~ This is Pennsylvania and earthquakes are not common here. (This was a first for all of us at home.)
Papa was on his way home on break from work and said his first thought was that "the wind was somehow strongly shaking his car." His second thought was "Is something wrong with my engine?" "It felt like his car was surfing." He told Mama that he knew something was wrong when just about every other house had the people standing outside in front of it. He parked his car and he and Mama had the "Did you feel it? What was it? Earthquake!" conversation and put the TV on to learn that the earthquake originated in Virginia. Friends of ours have reported feeling it all the way up to just outside Toronto, Canada.
We're all fine (and Nuk's pride and dignity seemed to not have suffered)
I have, yet again, established that *I* am the real ruler of this household. (as if there was ever any doubt.)
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