*sigh* Ralph yells a lot. Unfortunately, we do his bidding because he is sooooo loud and whiny. I know, I know – he has trained us well.
Did I mention it’s a lot of yelling?
by Lauren 3 Comments
*sigh* Ralph yells a lot. Unfortunately, we do his bidding because he is sooooo loud and whiny. I know, I know – he has trained us well.
Did I mention it’s a lot of yelling?
by Lauren 4 Comments
We’ve had some bad weather today. It was a no-school day for local schools, but the CDC was open. I am always amped up at the start but a bit wiped at then end. So, instead of a story, let’s just watch Ralph being an idiot. This was a while back when he was losing his mind when I was playing Candy Crush reading in bed. I captured the last bit of the frenzy.
Ralph yells and insists that Lloyd scratches him before he gets into bed. Lately he has also been trying to jam his body into a Kleenex box during the scratching session because – as cat logic dictates – when your head is in the box, you are ‘all the way in’. One evening he managed to get mostly in. Lloyd went to the bathroom (hence the closed door) and Ralph had a mighty struggle.
Sorry in advance for the techno music. It was the ‘free’ soundtrack option.
Aw, Ralphie. Why don’t you love me more?
by Lauren 4 Comments
Sunday night I was reading in bed a heard a small ruckus in the hallway. “What’s that?” I asked.
“A cat,” Lloyd replied. How helpful.
Well, he was right. It was a cat. It was Ralph, trying to get out of Lloyd’s closet, where he was shut in. I discovered it in the morning when he didn’t come running to breakfast. He bolted out of there as soon as I opened the door, probably because he knew how I’d react when I saw the carpet.
*sigh*
I had a whole day to think about how to prevent this from happening again. Jingle bells on the door? Some sort of motion sensor? A doorbell? A doorbell…. a wireless doorbell! As it turns out, Wal*Mart has them pretty cheap.
I bought one and spent some time trying to train Ralph how to use it, fully understanding that he never would. (I don’t have children and am in need of a hobby.) Then I set up the iPads so I could Facetime Ralph while he was shut in the the closet alone.
He didn’t seem to care.
He also got a little bored.
Several times he looked at the doorbell (that I attached to the floor) and I silently willed him to press the button!!
That did not happen. Then the final option occurred to me: the free way, since I have gobs of ribbon.
Dang it. I can’t return that doorbell. Need a doorbell?
by Lauren 5 Comments
Hey, Ralph. I’m on vacation and need to make a post. Mind if I put stuff on you?
How ’bout a pair of glasses?
See, that’s not so bad. What about a cereal bowl?
Sock full of rice?
See? That’s relaxing. Now a little remote,
and some tissues,
and a pen,
and a cookie tin (empty, of course. I’m not a monster.)
You doin’ ok, Ralphie? How about just a couple more? Like, the remote….
….aaaannnd a book.
Done. I promise I’m leaving the house on Friday so we won’t have to do this again. You’re a good guy, Ralph. A real team player.