Dolphin's Dock
Small Splashes
Obama Cat
February 25th, 2008
I don’t find most LOLCats funny. This is one of the exceptions.
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Each Morning
January 10th, 2008
Cat owners will recognize this all to well.
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Feline Friday
Hobbes has been sneezing off and on lately, so he’s been getting a Reiki treatment every night.
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Feline Friday
Little Miss Sigyn isn’t so little any more. She’s finally gotten as long as Gryphon (so she’s most likely full grown), yet she keeps getting wider. Turns out she was finishing her food then waiting for Gryphon (who gets excited about treats but not really about food) to lose interest and wonder off leaving half his food in the bowl (where he would typically come back for it later), and then gobble up his meal as well. Feeding them separate is an option, but we’re hoping to leave it as the last resort so we’ve come up with something else.
Gryphon is the only one of the three who is able to get on top of the fridge (or at least he’s the only one who has realized that he can). So for now, that’s where his food bowl will reside. I think he’s a bit confused as to why all of a sudden he’s eating up so high and away from the other cats. We still have to pick him up and place him up there at meal time, but he’s knows his food is there and he does go back up on his own when he gets hungry to finish his leftovers. And most importantly, it’s out of Sigyn’s reach.
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Feline Friday
I like to think that my cats (well two of the three anyways) hang out by the door before I leave for work nearly every morning so that the don’t miss out on getting to say goodbye.
More likely though, they just want to know when I’m gone and the coast is clear to get up on the table and counter tops (which explains why Sigyn doesn’t wait, she doesn’t require a clear coast to get in trouble).
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Feline Friday
It’s been awhile since I have made a Feline Friday post. I saw this comic strip though and had to post it. It’s funny because it’s true.
Meanwhile, I’ll have to find a new place to keep the “T-R-E-A-T-S” as they’re called in our house.
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One Unhappy Cat
Today is the day that Sigyn gets spayed. That meant no food after midnight last night (this morning?), which was a bit disconcerting because on occasion, our Jiu-Jitsu class has put us getting home after midnight (it tends to run over, way over, and is located 45 minutes away) and the amount of sleep a cat owner gets is directly proportional to the amount of food in the cat’s stomach. Fortunately we got home around 11 so there was plenty of time to feed thema nd let them eat their fill before picking up the dishes at 12.
Unfortunately there was no “nice” way to feed the other two while keeping Sigyn on a pre-surgery fast, so I waited til the last second before I was about to leave. Put her in the carrier and then fed the others. Talk about flipping out. She was more or less fine in the carrier (she sleeps in the laundry basket when more or less has the same kind of netting as the carrier), until she heard the first kernel of food strike the bowl. Then that carrier started rocking as she began throwing herself around determined to get out and get to the food. So I got her out to the car as fast as I could. She’s usually a good little car passenger, but not today. The entire trip to the vet’s office she sat there clawing at the sides of the carrier, desperately trying to free herself. Of course, we arrive at the vet and she’s a little angel. Just sitting there casually looking around, seeming neither scared, angry, or anxious in anyway. I was waiting for somebody to come up and comment on how well behaved she was so I could think to myself, ‘Oh yeah? You should have seen her five minutes ago. She was a vicious monster!’I suppose it was a good thing that she got some of her energy out early on because I suspect she’s not gonna be feeling to energetic when she gets picked back up this afternoon.
It’s Geting Hot in Here
TheBoyfriend™ and I have casually been mentioning to each other for about the last month that we really need to get Sigyn (the youngest cat) spayed soon, but in all of that talking neither of us had actually bothered to pick up the phone and talk to the the vet about actually having it done. I don’t need anybody to tell me how irresponsible that is because I know, but in our defense we don’t know precisely how old Sigyn is and it’s hard not to look at her as still a young kitten because she’s still a fair bit smaller than both of the two boys. So it was put off, and put off some more, then this weekend, she went into heat.
Now, we don’t have to worry about her getting pregnant because she’s indoor only and both of the boys have long since been ball-less. Still she’s been wandering around the house making her mating call that sounds kinda like a pigeon (a sound I fear is slowly driving TheBoyfriend insane as the only time she stops making it is when she’s sleeping), and everytime she sees one of the boys she postures with her butt sticking out trying to look all sexy and enticing. Funny thing is, being neutered, the guys don’t really seem to know how to react. Hobbes is more or less content to sit a ways back and stare at her with a perplexed look, while Gryphon has tried to play with her a few times (at which point I say “Gryphon, I don’t think that is the kinda of game she’s interested in playing at the moment”). Last night, I think she grew impatient with their innocence on the matter and she tried to mount Hobbes (to show him how it’s done???).
This morning we made her an appointment to be spayed on Wednesday, but I have to say that I’ve found a few days of having a horny cat to be somewhat amusing.
Caturday
Ok, so I missed Feline Friday this week, but made in time for Caturday.
Hobbes likes to finish the last bit of my water for me sometimes.
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TIMBER!!!
December is here and that means it’s time to put up Christmas decorations. TheBoyfriend™ had to meet with a client on Saturday so I took that time to get the tree out from under the bed. Our tree is one my parents used to put in the dining room during Christmas time so there was a tree to look at while eating Christmas dinner. It’s reasonably tall (about 6 foot), but slender so it fit nice into the corner of a dining room or, in our case, into a smaller townhome without alot of extra floor space. It does take a little while to set up because after being crammed under the bed for a year, each sprig of each branch has to be individually straightened out.
I got the tree set up but decided not to put on the lights or ornaments yet because this was Sigyn’s first Christmas and from experience with the other two, I know it’s best to let them sniff out and explore the tree alone before covering it with tiny hanging things just purr-fect for swatting at (even still, Christmas time usually means coming home from work and taking 10 minutes to track down all the missing ornaments and hang them back on the tree). At this point, I was actually feeling fairly impressed with how uninterested Sigyn (and the other two) seemed to behave with the tree this year.
So TheBoyfriend™ got back home and we headed out to Christmas party and had a great time, but arrived home to an interesting surprise. Our tree was not where I had left it but was instead laying across the couch as if it had gotten tired of standing and decided to take a nap. I wanted to get a picture but the light was too low for my cell to take a good shot and it wasn’t important enough for me to go upstairs and get the camera. It wasn’t funny per se that the tree had been knocked over, but rather because it was knocked over in such a way as to make it look like it had been gingerly laid out on the couch.
Later that night, I’m pretty sure I discovered exactly what had happened. It appears that Sigyn discovered that while approaching the tree from the bottom had gotten her squirted with the water bottle earlier in the day, if she climbed up on the back of one of the dining room chairs, she could make a flying leap and land on top of the Christmas tree (which, being so tall and skinny, pretty easily tips from any blow to it’s upper half). I added lights and ornaments last night. It survived the night, but it will of course be interesting to see what’s left when I get home…