The bedroom door must not have been closed all the way when CLH left for work this morning, because I was awakened by Simon marching across the pillow over my head. When I sat up to shoo him away, I promptly noticed Johnny sitting, quite contentedly, on top of the dresser. Sigh.
Now downstairs eating breakfast and checking email. I just found Simon standing with two of his feet in the several inches of water in the big pot we keep on top of the garbage can. Johnny is trying to steal the toast crumbs off of my plate.
But hey, life would be so dull without cats!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
New monkey!
"Monkey Business" has been temporarily expanded to include a third monkey.
Introducing....
Miss "Daisy"!
(Technological difficulties. Use your imagination to insert a cute picture here.)
"Daisy," as we are calling her, has been living as a stray outside my vet school friend TR's condo in Fort Collins for 6-9 months. With the recent drop in temperatures, Daisy finally got smart and started asking people to let her inside.
TR took pity on poor miss Daisy and took her in. The only catch is, TR has two English springer spaniels that think cats are great. Very tasty.
So Daisy lived in TR's bathroom for about a week, coming out to enjoy the house only when the dogs were in the backyard. Things clearly weren't going to work out with both a cat and the dogs living in the same house, so I offered to bring Daisy home for awhile, depending on how she did with Johnny & Simon.
I went over to TR's house after school on Monday to meet Daisy and bring her home. At TR's house, she was just the sweetest thing - snuggling, cuddling, purring, and generally sweet and adorable.
(If you want to know how sweet she is, consider this: In my 16 months of knowing TR, I have never once heard her make a positive comment about any cat. But she told me that she actually wished she could keep Daisy, if only her dogs wouldn't eat poor Daisy.)
We loaded Daisy into one of my carriers (Daisy dislikes riding in the car and chewed her way through TR's cardboard cat carrier on the way to and from the vet) and set her up in the car.
All was fine. For about a block.
Then Daisy threw what I can best describe as a hissy fit. Think of a 2 or 3 year old kid having a total, all-out, screaming, kicking, writhing tantrum. She yowled, cried, reached her arms through the bars and tried to destroy the upholstery, threw herself onto her side and her back, kicked the carrier... you get the idea.
I thought there was some hope for a peaceful drive home when we finally got onto I-25. Daisy shut up and sat still for about 2 miles, but started up again with the tantrum for the last 4 miles of freeway, plus the 10 minutes into Windsor.
Since then, she's been calmer, although not entirely much calmer. It took her a couple days to settle in and get used to her surroundings.
She now has a ravenous appetite, is less wary of Johnny & Simon, knows she is not supposed to be up on the kitchen counters, and has torn her way into the mattress in the guest bedroom so she can have a cozy place to hide and sleep.
Johnny is getting along with her pretty well. He is intrigued and curious about her, and not exactly sure what to think. He tends to keep his distance and takes her cues pretty well (i.e. backs off when she hisses at him).
Simon is feeling more combative. He will hiss at her and tussle with her if they are out together. He's gotten better in just a few days but they are still kept separate.
Daisy is a cute little brown tabby girl, 1-2 years old and about 7 pounds. She is such a little thing compared to Johnny & Simon - makes them look like cartoonishly large, slow, lumbering catosaurs. She moves at the speed of lightning and is excellent at sneaking through doors when you least expect it. She needs to keep busy and hates being cooped up in the bedroom alone. She uses the litterbox just fine but has absolutely no house manners - she sees nothing wrong with being up on the kitchen counters, bathroom counters, kitchen table, bookshelves, dresses, computer desks, TV table, etc. It really makes me realize how "good" our two monkeys are in comparison (of course, she just hasn't learned what's appropriate and what's not).
TR has posted a couple ads on Craigslist looking for a home for Daisy, and we've had some interest. Maybe the best possibility is an acquaintance of a vet school classmate who is looking to adopt a cat. I've talked to a couple sketchy people who may need to look elsewhere. TR got Daisy vaccinated, dewormed, and FeLV/FIV tested, but we don't know if she's spayed. (She was a little, erm, fractious at the VTH so they couldn't shave her to look for a spay scar.) We'll probably end up taking her to the Fort Collins spay-neuter clinic to be spayed (or make sure she already is) and microchipped.
She is a good little girl, but a little wild and in need of attention. It is not the best set up for her to be locked up in a bedroom by herself most of the time, but I guess it's better than being frozen (temps got down to zero last night) or eaten by a pair of springers!
Introducing....
Miss "Daisy"!
(Technological difficulties. Use your imagination to insert a cute picture here.)
"Daisy," as we are calling her, has been living as a stray outside my vet school friend TR's condo in Fort Collins for 6-9 months. With the recent drop in temperatures, Daisy finally got smart and started asking people to let her inside.
TR took pity on poor miss Daisy and took her in. The only catch is, TR has two English springer spaniels that think cats are great. Very tasty.
So Daisy lived in TR's bathroom for about a week, coming out to enjoy the house only when the dogs were in the backyard. Things clearly weren't going to work out with both a cat and the dogs living in the same house, so I offered to bring Daisy home for awhile, depending on how she did with Johnny & Simon.
I went over to TR's house after school on Monday to meet Daisy and bring her home. At TR's house, she was just the sweetest thing - snuggling, cuddling, purring, and generally sweet and adorable.
(If you want to know how sweet she is, consider this: In my 16 months of knowing TR, I have never once heard her make a positive comment about any cat. But she told me that she actually wished she could keep Daisy, if only her dogs wouldn't eat poor Daisy.)
We loaded Daisy into one of my carriers (Daisy dislikes riding in the car and chewed her way through TR's cardboard cat carrier on the way to and from the vet) and set her up in the car.
All was fine. For about a block.
Then Daisy threw what I can best describe as a hissy fit. Think of a 2 or 3 year old kid having a total, all-out, screaming, kicking, writhing tantrum. She yowled, cried, reached her arms through the bars and tried to destroy the upholstery, threw herself onto her side and her back, kicked the carrier... you get the idea.
I thought there was some hope for a peaceful drive home when we finally got onto I-25. Daisy shut up and sat still for about 2 miles, but started up again with the tantrum for the last 4 miles of freeway, plus the 10 minutes into Windsor.
Since then, she's been calmer, although not entirely much calmer. It took her a couple days to settle in and get used to her surroundings.
She now has a ravenous appetite, is less wary of Johnny & Simon, knows she is not supposed to be up on the kitchen counters, and has torn her way into the mattress in the guest bedroom so she can have a cozy place to hide and sleep.
Johnny is getting along with her pretty well. He is intrigued and curious about her, and not exactly sure what to think. He tends to keep his distance and takes her cues pretty well (i.e. backs off when she hisses at him).
Simon is feeling more combative. He will hiss at her and tussle with her if they are out together. He's gotten better in just a few days but they are still kept separate.
Daisy is a cute little brown tabby girl, 1-2 years old and about 7 pounds. She is such a little thing compared to Johnny & Simon - makes them look like cartoonishly large, slow, lumbering catosaurs. She moves at the speed of lightning and is excellent at sneaking through doors when you least expect it. She needs to keep busy and hates being cooped up in the bedroom alone. She uses the litterbox just fine but has absolutely no house manners - she sees nothing wrong with being up on the kitchen counters, bathroom counters, kitchen table, bookshelves, dresses, computer desks, TV table, etc. It really makes me realize how "good" our two monkeys are in comparison (of course, she just hasn't learned what's appropriate and what's not).
TR has posted a couple ads on Craigslist looking for a home for Daisy, and we've had some interest. Maybe the best possibility is an acquaintance of a vet school classmate who is looking to adopt a cat. I've talked to a couple sketchy people who may need to look elsewhere. TR got Daisy vaccinated, dewormed, and FeLV/FIV tested, but we don't know if she's spayed. (She was a little, erm, fractious at the VTH so they couldn't shave her to look for a spay scar.) We'll probably end up taking her to the Fort Collins spay-neuter clinic to be spayed (or make sure she already is) and microchipped.
She is a good little girl, but a little wild and in need of attention. It is not the best set up for her to be locked up in a bedroom by herself most of the time, but I guess it's better than being frozen (temps got down to zero last night) or eaten by a pair of springers!
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Cross your fingers
Tonight, we put up, for the very first time, a full-sized artificial Christmas tree. It has no lights or ornaments yet, and we are hoping it will still be standing in the morning after spending the night alone in the living room with the cats. Send happy thoughts our way!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Cats want a sister?
One of my good vet school friends recently claimed, somewhat begrudgingly, a stray cat that has been in her neighborhood for awhile. The only problem is, her dogs are serious cat-haters and would love to get their teeth on this poor kitty.
So I think Ms. Stray is going to come stay at our house for awhile. Or at least we'll give it a try and see how it goes. She's been to the VTH and had a clean bill of health, her vaccines, and a negative FeLV/FIV test. She's 1-2 years in age and it's unknown if she's spayed.
My friend reports Ms. Stray is quite friendly and playful when the dogs are absent. There are a couple leads on potential homes for her (she probably wouldn't do well in a humane society setting since she apparently flips out at the vet), but nobody could take her until about a month from now.
So she'll probably be coming to stay in our spare bedroom on Monday, and we'll see how things go. I'm interested to see how Simon likes having a new cat in his house! They will be separated for awhile. :-)
So I think Ms. Stray is going to come stay at our house for awhile. Or at least we'll give it a try and see how it goes. She's been to the VTH and had a clean bill of health, her vaccines, and a negative FeLV/FIV test. She's 1-2 years in age and it's unknown if she's spayed.
My friend reports Ms. Stray is quite friendly and playful when the dogs are absent. There are a couple leads on potential homes for her (she probably wouldn't do well in a humane society setting since she apparently flips out at the vet), but nobody could take her until about a month from now.
So she'll probably be coming to stay in our spare bedroom on Monday, and we'll see how things go. I'm interested to see how Simon likes having a new cat in his house! They will be separated for awhile. :-)
Home again!
We arrived back from Arizona this afternoon, after a 4.5 day absence. I think the cats were happy and mildly confused to see us. Seems like 4 days or so is just about the right amount of time for them really get used to being by themselves all day. Then we come back and shake up their whole routine and want them to share the house with us again!
One of my school friends came by once a day on Tues/Wed/Thurs to feed and water them and scoop the litterboxes. Other than that they were on their own, and it looks like they behaved themselves (though, of course, we have learned by now to take out all the trash, lock away the tempting items, close the bathroom doors, etc.).
I had hoped they would re-outgrow their toilet paper obsession sometime soon, but it appears not. They must have resented having both bathrooms closed while we were gone, because they took the liberty of unrolling half the roll of TP in the downstairs bathroom while we were upstairs tonight. (At least they didn't shred it! That's a start! Yes, I am trying to find a silver lining.)
So they are back to their normal routine, trying desperately to convince anybody who is upstairs that they are starving and haven't eaten for 3 days, and begging at the kitchen table during dinner. Guarding the DVD player while we watch a show, waiting for the disc to pop out at the end. (That's the new favorite game around here.)
One of my school friends came by once a day on Tues/Wed/Thurs to feed and water them and scoop the litterboxes. Other than that they were on their own, and it looks like they behaved themselves (though, of course, we have learned by now to take out all the trash, lock away the tempting items, close the bathroom doors, etc.).
I had hoped they would re-outgrow their toilet paper obsession sometime soon, but it appears not. They must have resented having both bathrooms closed while we were gone, because they took the liberty of unrolling half the roll of TP in the downstairs bathroom while we were upstairs tonight. (At least they didn't shred it! That's a start! Yes, I am trying to find a silver lining.)
So they are back to their normal routine, trying desperately to convince anybody who is upstairs that they are starving and haven't eaten for 3 days, and begging at the kitchen table during dinner. Guarding the DVD player while we watch a show, waiting for the disc to pop out at the end. (That's the new favorite game around here.)
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Zey took my blaaahhd!
Dear Diary,
Yesterday, I had to go to the veterinary teaching hospital with Mom so I could donate blood.
Which means I didn't get breakfast!
Dad got up before Mom and he said I wasn't too whiny or annoying.... but when Mom finally got up, I certainly expressed my displeasure to her. (I knew that it wasn't Dad's fault I didn't get b-fast.)
So, number one, no breakfast.
Number two: had to go in my carrier and ride in the car.
(Okay, I am a weird, weird cat and I will admit that I sort of like riding in the car.)
We left a little before 8 am and she dropped me off at the VTH around 8:30.
I always get to stay in the same ward (the cats-only internal medicine ward), which is fine. Usually there are 1 or 2 more cats in there, and no dogs.
But yesterday, there were 5 or 6 cats there already! Hence, I was a bit wary and expressed my displeasure via hissing.
Mom set me up with a blankie and a litter pan and a bowl of water (no food, bummer), then she left for the day.
When she came back to pick me up at 3 pm, I was soooo loopy!
Mom found a note on my cage that said that the internal medicine department was really busy today, so I didn't get to donate blood till 1:30 pm. Usually I'm done by late morning and I get to spend a few hours in the afternoon waking up before Mom gets here.
So, let's just say I still had a little ketamine on board. Made for an exciting ride home!
I also apparently misbehaved a little, because the note said I was great for my blood draw and beforehand, but that I was "grumpy" when I woke up. Can you blame me?
On the way out the door, the nurse who coordinates the blood donor program told Mom that I am an awesome cat and that I am her favorite blood-donor cat. Points for me!
When I got home, I got a little bit of crunchies, since I hadn't eaten all day, but Mom said I couldn't have too much because she didn't want me to throw up on the carpet. What a whiner!
My charming brother, as usual, gave me a thorough sniffing and decided I needed a bath so I didn't smell so much like hospital. I always get annoyed when he tries to sniff my butt over and over, and the lingering ketamine in this case made me not too accepting of his curiosity and his invasion of my personal space. He got the idea after a couple swats.
Now I have a nice shaved spot on my neck, and a bruise that's going away. And I don't have to go back to donate again till February '10!
(Although I do have to go next month and get a rabies shot.... boo.)
Cheers,
Simon
Yesterday, I had to go to the veterinary teaching hospital with Mom so I could donate blood.
Which means I didn't get breakfast!
Dad got up before Mom and he said I wasn't too whiny or annoying.... but when Mom finally got up, I certainly expressed my displeasure to her. (I knew that it wasn't Dad's fault I didn't get b-fast.)
So, number one, no breakfast.
Number two: had to go in my carrier and ride in the car.
(Okay, I am a weird, weird cat and I will admit that I sort of like riding in the car.)
We left a little before 8 am and she dropped me off at the VTH around 8:30.
I always get to stay in the same ward (the cats-only internal medicine ward), which is fine. Usually there are 1 or 2 more cats in there, and no dogs.
But yesterday, there were 5 or 6 cats there already! Hence, I was a bit wary and expressed my displeasure via hissing.
Mom set me up with a blankie and a litter pan and a bowl of water (no food, bummer), then she left for the day.
When she came back to pick me up at 3 pm, I was soooo loopy!
Mom found a note on my cage that said that the internal medicine department was really busy today, so I didn't get to donate blood till 1:30 pm. Usually I'm done by late morning and I get to spend a few hours in the afternoon waking up before Mom gets here.
So, let's just say I still had a little ketamine on board. Made for an exciting ride home!
I also apparently misbehaved a little, because the note said I was great for my blood draw and beforehand, but that I was "grumpy" when I woke up. Can you blame me?
On the way out the door, the nurse who coordinates the blood donor program told Mom that I am an awesome cat and that I am her favorite blood-donor cat. Points for me!
When I got home, I got a little bit of crunchies, since I hadn't eaten all day, but Mom said I couldn't have too much because she didn't want me to throw up on the carpet. What a whiner!
My charming brother, as usual, gave me a thorough sniffing and decided I needed a bath so I didn't smell so much like hospital. I always get annoyed when he tries to sniff my butt over and over, and the lingering ketamine in this case made me not too accepting of his curiosity and his invasion of my personal space. He got the idea after a couple swats.
Now I have a nice shaved spot on my neck, and a bruise that's going away. And I don't have to go back to donate again till February '10!
(Although I do have to go next month and get a rabies shot.... boo.)
Cheers,
Simon
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Happy Tuesday!
Dear Diary,
Last night, my brother and I decided that we should give Mom & Dad a treat in the morning.
So, they got to wake up this morning to: absolutely no shredded toilet paper! (First time in about a week.)
We did bring them a plastic Target bag, but that's pretty much par for the course. Can't expect too much good behavior.
Cheers,
Johnny
Last night, my brother and I decided that we should give Mom & Dad a treat in the morning.
So, they got to wake up this morning to: absolutely no shredded toilet paper! (First time in about a week.)
We did bring them a plastic Target bag, but that's pretty much par for the course. Can't expect too much good behavior.
Cheers,
Johnny
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Construction
Dear Diary,
Yesterday, Mom and Dad put together a new dresser for their bedroom. But they didn't let us help! Instead they locked us in the guest bedroom for hours and hours.
Too bad, because there were a lot of yummy-looking nails and screws and nuts and pieces of cardboard and styrofoam involved.
We did get to go play in the giant box afterward.
Cheers,
Johnny
Yesterday, Mom and Dad put together a new dresser for their bedroom. But they didn't let us help! Instead they locked us in the guest bedroom for hours and hours.
Too bad, because there were a lot of yummy-looking nails and screws and nuts and pieces of cardboard and styrofoam involved.
We did get to go play in the giant box afterward.
Cheers,
Johnny
Friday, October 30, 2009
An awesome place to sleep
This morning, I got up after Paul left for work. I didn't see Simon.
I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, put in my contacts, and checked FarmVille. I didn't see Simon.
I ran on the treadmill for an hour. Johnny napped on the computer chair. I didn't see Simon.
I showered and got dressed. I didn't see Simon.
I came downstairs and put my toast in the toaster. I sat down at the table to check email. I noticed Johnny walking around in the kitchen, looking up towards the ceiling.
I didn't see Simon.
I was suspicious.
I dragged the stool over to the refrigerator and opened up the cupboard above the fridge.
I saw Simon.
He looked very comfortable.
I removed him.
I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, put in my contacts, and checked FarmVille. I didn't see Simon.
I ran on the treadmill for an hour. Johnny napped on the computer chair. I didn't see Simon.
I showered and got dressed. I didn't see Simon.
I came downstairs and put my toast in the toaster. I sat down at the table to check email. I noticed Johnny walking around in the kitchen, looking up towards the ceiling.
I didn't see Simon.
I was suspicious.
I dragged the stool over to the refrigerator and opened up the cupboard above the fridge.
I saw Simon.
He looked very comfortable.
I removed him.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Snow day!
Dear Diary,
Today Dad got to stay home from work all day, and Mom got to come home early.
It was cold and snowy all day long and they never turn the heat up very high in our house, so Johnny & I always have to snuggle together on the couch.
After dinner, Mom & Dad decided to watch an episode of "The Dead Zone" on TV. I, as usual, climbed up and napped on Mom's leg. (Sometimes I nap on Dad.)
My silly brother, though, chose to crawl under the blanket and curl up in a fat little ball in Mom's lap. I can never figure out how he manages to breathe under there.
When the show was over and Mom wanted to get up, we wouldn't get off her lap, ha!
Cheers,
Simon
Today Dad got to stay home from work all day, and Mom got to come home early.
It was cold and snowy all day long and they never turn the heat up very high in our house, so Johnny & I always have to snuggle together on the couch.
After dinner, Mom & Dad decided to watch an episode of "The Dead Zone" on TV. I, as usual, climbed up and napped on Mom's leg. (Sometimes I nap on Dad.)
My silly brother, though, chose to crawl under the blanket and curl up in a fat little ball in Mom's lap. I can never figure out how he manages to breathe under there.
When the show was over and Mom wanted to get up, we wouldn't get off her lap, ha!
Cheers,
Simon
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Locked up and pouting
Dear Diary,
Today Mom and Dad were getting ready for dinner.
Mom heated up her leftover chicken and put it on the kitchen table while she went back to get some milk.
I jumped up on her chair and, apparently, Dad thought I had evil intentions.
I spent the rest of dinnertime locked away in my carrier in the living room.
(Have no fear, I stared at Mom & Dad with my soulful eyes and meowed plaintively to express my discontent. However, I never got any chicken.)
Cheers,
Johnny
Today Mom and Dad were getting ready for dinner.
Mom heated up her leftover chicken and put it on the kitchen table while she went back to get some milk.
I jumped up on her chair and, apparently, Dad thought I had evil intentions.
I spent the rest of dinnertime locked away in my carrier in the living room.
(Have no fear, I stared at Mom & Dad with my soulful eyes and meowed plaintively to express my discontent. However, I never got any chicken.)
Cheers,
Johnny
Monday, October 26, 2009
Blowing leaves
Dear Diary,
Yesterday it was windy out.
Johnny and I sat next to the sliding glass door and watched the leaves blow by across the patio.
We tried to pounce on them but never did catch any.
It was still awesome.
Cheers,
Simon
Yesterday it was windy out.
Johnny and I sat next to the sliding glass door and watched the leaves blow by across the patio.
We tried to pounce on them but never did catch any.
It was still awesome.
Cheers,
Simon
Z/D for me!
Dear Diary,
Today, Mom got home from school at 6:15 and brought with her a GIANT BAG OF CAT FOOD!
It was Science Diet Z/D, my very favorite kind.
On her way in, I heard her grumbling something under her breath, something about why does she have to buy me special food when she could get all sorts of free food for me from Hill's or Purina if I were a "normal cat," whatever that means.
But really, it sure doesn't bug me to have inflammatory bowel disease, or whatever the heck is wrong with me, as long as I get my beloved Z/D!
Would you believe, though, that Mom just carried that huge 10-pound bag of crunchy goodness up the stairs and locked it in the closet without giving me any?? What's the matter with her! I hadn't eaten for a good hour and 45 minutes! I talked and mrowled and whined at her, but it was all for nothing.
Well, time to go conserve my energy since I won't get another meal for at least 2 more hours...
Cheers,
Johnny
Today, Mom got home from school at 6:15 and brought with her a GIANT BAG OF CAT FOOD!
It was Science Diet Z/D, my very favorite kind.
On her way in, I heard her grumbling something under her breath, something about why does she have to buy me special food when she could get all sorts of free food for me from Hill's or Purina if I were a "normal cat," whatever that means.
But really, it sure doesn't bug me to have inflammatory bowel disease, or whatever the heck is wrong with me, as long as I get my beloved Z/D!
Would you believe, though, that Mom just carried that huge 10-pound bag of crunchy goodness up the stairs and locked it in the closet without giving me any?? What's the matter with her! I hadn't eaten for a good hour and 45 minutes! I talked and mrowled and whined at her, but it was all for nothing.
Well, time to go conserve my energy since I won't get another meal for at least 2 more hours...
Cheers,
Johnny
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