October 01st, 2010 | Author: akagaga
What a difference a year makes. Here are the kitties last October:
And here they are this October, with Sugar standing watch:
But one thing hasn’t changed. They still understand that part of their job is to keep our laps warm. The weather is getting nippy, but we still haven’t turned the heat on. Think the cats are big enough to take the place of our furnace this year?
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September 23rd, 2010 | Author: akagaga
The kitties three are now a full year old. In between bouts of racing around the house like wild pigs, they can often be found near the one sunny window they can get to. Like this:
Peanut & Princessa
Pumpkin & Peanut
But tonight we discovered why they also like this particular place:
We watched them take turns sitting on the stove, staring up at the range hood. My hubby took the filters out and had a look around, but didn’t see anything, so we retreated to the computer room. A while later, I heard a low, serious growl coming from the living room. When I got there, Peanut was warning his sister Princessa to keep away from his mouse, so I will share the GaGa methods of removing mouses from cats that want to keep them.
- Step 1. Get a small bucket or bowl and a piece of thin but sturdy cardboard.
- Step 2. Follow the cat in possession of the mouse, until said cat releases said mouse.
- Step 3. Quickly put the bucket upside down over the mouse.
- Step 4. Slide the cardboard under, flip the whole thing over … and give it to your hubby to dispose of as he sees fit.
Alternate method if the cat refuses to let go of the mouse:
- Step 1. Put on shoes, and warm clothing if it’s cold outside.
- Step 2. Pick up the cat, complete with mouse.
- Step 3. Take cat and mouse outdoors and set them on the ground.
- Step 4. Stand over same until cat releases mouse. This part can take a while.
- Step 5. Quickly, before he can grab the mouse again, pick up cat and return it to the house, saying, “Good kitty, good kitty.”
Tonight we could use the first method, although with this being their first mouse and all, it took us a while to get with the program. In the meantime, Peanut kept letting the mouse go so he could chase it again. By God’s grace, it didn’t find a good hiding place before my hubby returned with the bucket. It was a hoppy little thing, though we did manage to remove it.
I know, I know. We stole their birthday present. But I gave them all lots of kitty treats afterward, and that will just have to do.
And I am extremely grateful that this happened while we were still awake. I’m sure I would not appreciate a new furry kitty toy in bed with us.
September 11th, 2010 | Author: akagaga
The cats, who are about a year old now, are still smart enough to know that the seasons are changing. I’ve been finding them in strange places and finally figured out that, with the cooler temperatures and no heat turned on yet, that they’re looking for warm spots. Here’s where they’ve been hanging out lately.
So I’m working at the computer yesterday. Yes, working. I’m diligently researching and writing the book I started many moons ago. The hard part is staying focused and not getting distracted by the news of the day and tales of my blogger buddies. My success is determined by how little you hear from me, so I’ve been doing okay, eh? Anyhow.
I’m working at the computer yesterday, and suddenly I hear this horrendously loud clattering noise in the kitchen. Assuming that one or more of the Three Musketeers (a.k.a. The 7-Month-Old Kitties Three) have gotten into something they shouldn’t, I turn to go investigate. Before I can get out of my chair, the clattering noise has continued through the living room into the computer room, in the person of Pumpkin (a.k.a. the orange trouble-making champ.) As this panicked feline phenom turns to make his getaway, I see that he has a mouse glue-trap attached to his rear foot.
So I’m off in hot pursuit. The clattering terror is eventually trapped between my husband and myself, where I can grab him. While I held him, acquiring only minor injuries, my husband gently disengaged him from the glue trap. We then stuck his foot in some soapy water, rinsed, dried, and let him loose.
For about an hour, with every step he took, he kicked his back feet, which produced a very strange gate.
Moral of the story: Don’t leave cupboard doors open for more than an instant.
February 12th, 2010 | Author: akagaga
It was Kitty Krazy Hour. It happens once or twice a day around here, when all three little beasties – Pumpkin, Peanut, and Princessa – tear around like maniacs doing bank shots off the furniture (and the dog) and generally create feline chaos. I just try to stay out of the way.
Then I went out into the kitchen and discovered that, once again, they had knocked over the trash. It happens right after it’s been emptied. They jump on it, and with no weight, it goes flying. This time, though, something was a little different. Can you Find the Kitty?
Hmmm, they’re a little harder to find today, aren’t they? Give up? Say “Uncle!” Okay, I’ll have mercy.
What happened is that, when I went out to the kitchen, I reached down to stand the trash back up – only it wouldn’t move. It felt like it was cemented to the floor … or was full of cement. This baby just would not stand back up. Well, you’ve probably guessed by now. It wasn’t full of cement – it was full of kitties. So I lifted the lid and they looked at me and said, “Hey, you found us! This is a great new place to play. Wanna join us?”
If you’d like to actually find a kitty today, go look for Olivia at New York Renovator.