Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cats. Show all posts

12.12.10

Daisy


The blurry furry with green eye(s) is one half of the cat population at my parent's house. She is very good as keeping one company when one is sick and in bed. Tonight, I had the dizzies and a strange bout of nausea (hello, Seattle, round two? Odd). Arthur did his best, which meant the foot of the bed, reluctantly. While I appreciate his efforts and know for a non-snuggling cat there was a great deal of love and concern involved, I miss me a little Daisy-bug side lap purring and whirring.

8.11.10

Obligatory Cat Post



(1. Glamour shots by Deb, or, Arthur with his eyes made wonky, 2. My two favorite creatures sleeping, 3. A modern interpretation of Michael Jackson's 'Thriller', as performed by Arthur)

20.10.10

Holy Jeez Wow!!!

How did I not know about these two cat-related things floating around the interwebs?!?

+ The Catorialist

+ Dreamcats

9.9.10

Obligatory Cat Post




Arthur got a bath yesterday. Oh, let me tell you how he loved it! (Clearly joking). I was going to take a photo of him because he looked so indignant and bedraggled, but decided against it. I would be embarrassed if anyone were to do such a thing to me, so I shan't do it to him. But, imagine me sitting in the tub wearing a bathing suit and long sleeved shirt (claws/ow), dousing him with tepid bathwater and apple cider vinegar, very confused as to why I could not find any fleas, flea dirt or eggs when combing him. Baffled! What is biting him?

Once he dried off, he was lovey dovey and quite sassy - I was expecting the silent treatment all day, what a nice surprise :} I especially like the second photo from the top, where he's caught mid goofy chirp. What a boo boo.

5.9.10

Yes, and Please


I wonder if Arthur would enjoy? HMMM. Top kitty looks quite sociable!

23.8.10

The Furriest of Loves, Arthur Dent

He's here. He's sad, but here. Missing his sis and letting long, quiet, question-marked meows out during the night and whenever he can't hear R. or I somewhere in the house. Poor buddy, I feel awful that I've alienated him and brought him to this new and strange place, yet am so glad that he's with us again. We've been napping together pretty frequently -- he'll curl up with his back in the angle my legs create and grab my hand with his paw and put his head upon it. He's social and usually quite adaptable, so I'm worried about his listlessness. I told R. I'm giving it a month or two and if he's not happier, we will get him a pal of some sort (to be named Maurice Jones Drew, haha, go Jags).

I'm also a tad worried about the bug issue here. It being an older apartment, of course that would equate to more cracks and nooks and crannies, but I have this odd gut feeling that despite Arthur's being an indoor cat, he's going to get fleas. There are just a lot of bugs here, more so than the last apartment, and it's brushy and wooded outside. We had the maintainence man come over to caulk a window, but his doing an awful job persuaded me to go out and buy a caulk gun and learn how to do it myself. I did a lot (all the windows, actually), but need to go back and get what I missed. I think I'm going to clear the shrubbery back from the apartment and try and caulk the outside, too. Scaredy-pants "I Don't Like Bugs", the Mister, R. himself, actually scraped spider eggs off the window sill the other day. We are learning to be functioning adults and dealing with things we did not foresee due in part to our blind, idealistic optimism. Funny!

19.7.10

9.9.09

What!?!?

Christine's comment in regards to necrophilia: "Don't hate the player, hate the game". I'm dying laughing right now. Oh, dying? Also, Arthur responds to the names 'Crack Pipe', 'Antonio Banderas', and 'Snow Pile Atop Bank of Dirt'. This we discovered while theorizing what his name was before we adopted his furry little self (the last is his Native American name, that's my favorite, as I coined it). Christine really wanted it to be Dale Earnhart... oh well.

28.12.08

This! Makes me Laugh.




Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my paw? No; this my paw will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.

(Bahaha)