No one.
No one at all.
Go about your business.
….. Maybe bring me a sandwich…..
by Lauren 3 Comments
No one.
No one at all.
Go about your business.
….. Maybe bring me a sandwich…..
by Lauren 6 Comments
Ralph went In for his eye maintenance today. I took him to school again until the vet opened, and I just have to say that he is the best cat ever. The kids were mauling him with love and he just took it in stride. (Go to facebook.com/stjohncdc for a couple of photos.)
I zipped him to the vet right at 8:30, and since the preschoolers are talking about pets, I snapped a couple of photos with the iPad to share with the children. They loved it!
When I picked him up at 4:30, they said that it took him a long time to wake up from the anesthesia, so I should watch him at home. He would probably be quite lethargic, and when he was ready to eat, I should just start with a little.
Well, he again crashed around like a drunkard. He kept trying to jump up on the counter, and I didn’t have the heart to yell at him, since he fell in a crumple every time he jumped down. He walked listing to one side, and knocked over the humidifier in the living room, soaking the rug. I just followed him around, cleaning up his messes and showering him with pity.
As I write this, he has finally crashed beside me on the sofa, his back soaked with water from when I squirted him for being on the counter again. (He didn’t even flinch when i did it. He just lay there and took it, clinging to the recently-moved humidifier like it was a prize bottle of rum.)
Lethargic at last.
by Lauren 3 Comments
(*That’s French for cat. Cats in the Couch didn’t quite have the same ring to it.)
I worry that I may have posted this first part already, but welcome to my world of forgetfulness. Long, long ago the kittens were small enough to cram their little bodies under the cabinet toekick in the kitchen, scoot their little bodies under the dishwasher, and pull out the insulation. “Fun! Fluffy stuff!” The floor would be littered with little bits of white. It angered me, and the solution was to stuff a box under the dishwasher. As you can imagine, this was super-convenient.
Here’s a glimpse from the past:
Well, they got older and outgrew such shenanigans. That is, they couldn’t fit under that space anymore and forgot about the fluff. A couple of months go by and Ralph is scooting around on the floor, scoots up to the dishwasher and realizes, “Hey! My arms are a lot longer! This stuff is just right here!” He cleaned out the door in a matter of days. Our dishwasher is noisier now.
So imagine my surprise when weeks later, there is just a ton of fluff on the carpet upstairs. I know we don’t have a dishwasher up there, and the dishwasher we do have is insulationless.
Oh.
Remember my chaise chair?
So does Ralph.
by Lauren 5 Comments
Remember the water gun to keep the cats off the counters and what an amazing failure that was? Well, it was. Wally gets up on the counter all the time. I am too lazy to do more than yell at him and squirt him if the water gun is nearby, but Lloyd will chase him down and smack his tiny little kitty butt.
But I think I have the solution. The acidy, eye-stinging-fumes, vinegary solution. It just took a little splash in a bowl in the sink.
He didn’t get up on the stinky counter today, that’s for sure.
(Then Lauren sits down to upload photos into the post. Then she looks up and…..)
Ha! Scratch the gloating. He’s in the sink now.
by Lauren 4 Comments
I was sending a text last night and as I stood at the top of the stairs, forehead scrunched up and trying to see my tiny little phone screen, out of the corner of my eye – Ralph was showing off again. He was walking the balcony like a tightrope. I tried to very cautiously go downstairs to get the camera.
I did get one shot on the way back up …
… but then he jumped down. I stood around and pretended to text some more, and sure enough – he tried to get up again, but fumbled it.
Emme, though? No problem for a tiny, evil tightrope walker:
It’s a fairly high drop, considering the stairs. Those daredevils.
by Lauren 2 Comments
Wally and Emme look very much the same from the top. When you look at them from the side or head-on, identifying them is not a problem. Wally is almost all gray, and Emme has a white bib and white feet. From the top, though, they are almost identical.
Today I studied their backs to see if I can find some markings that will help me. It’s kind of like a ‘spot the difference’ game on the back of a kiddie placemat. I have found something – do you agree?
Here’s Wally:
Here’s Emme:
Do you see a curly mustache? With a bit of a stretch, there’s almost an evil goatee going on, too.