Category Archives: Animals

Cat recreation

Last night, 2:45 a.m.:

(THUD)

Monster Hands: “…y’fffaaaa? …. whaaahaaaa….”

Me, suddenly awake: “What was that?”

Cats: [Nothing! We mean, ‘what a strange and mysterious thing just happened!’]

Me: “The crib is six inches to the right of where it was before. Why has the crib moved?”

Cats: […]

Me, to cats: “Were you furniture surfing again? In the middle of the night? While the baby was sleeping in the furniture?”

Cats: [What? Hey, look, a moth!]

(SKITTER SKITTER SKITTER THUD)

Me: “You did it again! Running and hurling yourself into furniture!”

Cats: [Who? What? Nothing!]

Rapunzel

I was ignoring the cat just now (Abelard) so he jumped up and CLIMBED MY BRAID. We had all just watched the Rocky and Bullwinkle episode about Rapunzel.

How has this never happened before, I now wonder.

Monster Hands and Willow

A photographic post.

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The inspector is here

“Musta done something wrong. There’s an inspector going into the work site.”

Grandpa Vehicle and his friend have been over here, helping us trim (ha, what an understatement) the English laurel that is threatening to take over the city starting with our yard and adjacent sidewalk.

The inspector, Porch Cat, is a local freelance feline. A Cat at Large. We think he is “owned” by someone in the neighborhood, but he doesn’t let that stop him from doing what needs to be done.

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Yes, that’s a toilet.

This is what it is like to be me. (This view, I mean.)

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Blackmail

Willow! I know this flies in the face of feline reason, which tells us that the Old Cat is the Boss of Everything and should therefore overrule natural laws, but if you walk under the operating baby swing, it WILL hit you. Hey! No, really!

There, see?

Ah. Wet food is the cure for baby swing insults and injuries, is it? (Sigh.)

Okay, you win.

Willow helps himself

We have an old cat, named Willow. He is crotchety, snaggletoothed, loud as anything when displeased, and very clever.

Best cat ever.

This old can just calmly walked across my lap, narrowly avoiding the sleeping baby, and returned carrying the bone from the pork chop I’d just eaten. He did it in such a casual way that I almost didn’t notice.

Well played. Almost had to let you win that one.

Emo earns her keep

I spilled some trail mix while feeding Monster Hands and couldn’t pick it up. Fortunately, there was a chicken in the house who came to the rescue. And then tried to roost on my lap, with the baby. That last part needs work.

Solar cat trap

Sunbeam: Solar powered cat trap.
Heating pad: Electrically powered cat trap.

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Wisdom from Papa Bird

“And for Easter, Kehdrin, we take the house chicken for a walk to hunt for greens and bugs!”

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This is Papa Bird, with Monster Hands, taking our house chicken for a walk in the yard on a leash.

Yes, the chicken is still living in the house. She’s cool with it. She’s got company there.

Yes, she is again wearing the chicken diaper. She’s in the yard and we could use the nitrogen, but she also likes to climb on people’s legs.

Without a diaper, that story ends poorly.