November 11, 2005: These two came into my life.
Happy “Gotcha Day” kittens. Life is certainly warmer with you around. And fuzzier…
Love, Mama Cat
Built from scratch
November 11, 2005: These two came into my life.
Happy “Gotcha Day” kittens. Life is certainly warmer with you around. And fuzzier…
Love, Mama Cat
Purrcy: Why is MamaCat upstairs muttering that she won’t ever buy any cat toys again?
Taffy: Hmmmmm, well, I thought she was working too hard so I hid one of my toy mice in a pile of dirty clothes. I thought that she would find it and play with it for a while, but she must have put it into the big noisy box that makes clothes wet.
Taffy: Well, when she was pulling the wet clothes out of the big white thing, apparently the mouse skittered down her arm as it fell down. Honestly, I didn’t know a human could scream on the inhale. And she also did a funny dance backwards. It would have been funny except for she nearly stomped on my tail. I just wanted my mouse back!! But now it is all soggy.
Purrcy: Oh dear. Poor MamaCat. You don’t think she means it…surely she will buy us toys again at some point?
Taffy: I hope so. We had better go be extra special cute for the next couple of days…
An update on the “water wars” – Purrcy seems to be unable to move the casserole dish more than an inch or so, and the presence of water “splashes” seems to be diminishing. Hopefully, his inability to move the bowl will cause him to lose interest and move out of the “phase”. Taffy is greatful that she gets water to drink.
In answer to many of the comments:
I’ve already tried getting a heavy dog bowl for water – Purrcy just splashed and splashed until it was empty. And then sat in the empty bowl and howled because he didn’t have any more water to play with.
Also, the “water cooler” dispenser type things – BAD idea. On the plus side,the kitchen floor was VERY clean that week.
So what else is new in my life? Not much, actually. I’m feeling a lot better and have about four more days of antibiotic.
I have been doing a little bit of knitting, but have been busy running errands this week in the evenings (errands that should have been done last week, but I was too “ooky” to leave the house). I got the Red Scarves mailed off (thanks Judy and Terrie!) as well as a couple of letters and a box of goodies to my “Adopt a Soldier”.
I did start my holiday knitting – those of you who know me are thinking right now that “Cathy NEVER does holiday knitting”. What can I say – I was seduced by a cute little kids pattern and my Goddaughter and her sister have moved back into town. As always, photos when I get time.
Everybody have a great Wednesday!
I am having a battle of wits with my cat.
I don’t think I am winning.
Ever since I have had Purrcy, he has gone through “phases” where he plays with the water in the water bowl. This current phase seems to be more active than previous ones. I’ll come home and the bowl is empty and all of the water is on the floor or soaked into the kitchen rugs.
Lately, the bowl has been moving around the kitchen. I’ve been trying various techniques, to no avail.
I tried putting the bowl in a rectangular plastic container. Nope, that was found upside down (with the bowl underneath it).
I tried putting the bowl sitting on a towel (to soak up the water before it goes everywhere). Disaster. I actully found bowl and towel downstairs in the basement, and all of the water in between. I can picture Purrcy, towel clenched in teeth, running down the stairs pulling the towel and bowl behind him…
Yesterday, I put the bowl in a heavy ceramic baking dish and put a no-slip grippy pad under the baking dish. I hadn’t taken two steps away from the setup when I heard a splash and turned around.
Purrcy was standing with both of his front feet in the water dish and I could tell that he was trying to get the baking dish to move.
Poor Taffy is frantic from thirst. I have taken to calling her over when I fill the bowl and standing guard so that she can get a drink before Purrcy starts his “thing”. I do this twice a day, and can only hope that it is enough for her.
I left the bowl with just a tiny bit of water in it this morning so at least there is a limit to how much mess Purrcy can make.
If the baking dish makes it 24 hours without being moved, I may try putting the water directly in that (avoiding the bowl altogether).
We will see.
Has anyone else gone through this with a cat?
Well, the blog has spoken. Or, more specifically, the blog-readers.
I will do the decreases and move on with the sweater. I would have done so last night, but after crawling home on the absolute latest bus, feeding the cats and feeding myself, I was absolutely exhausted and pretty much just went to bed.
My, what an exciting life I lead.
This afternoon, I have the extreme fun of taking the cats to the vet for their annual checkup and shots. What fun. Purrcy isn’t actually too bad – he is so laid back that he even purrs when they are taking his temperature. The vet has never actually heard his heartbeat because of all of the purring. Taffy, on the other hand, is always very scared and very clingy and very sheddy. She usually ends up trying to hide inside of my shirt, which is usually fine, except for I always forget to trim her claws beforehand. Yeowch!!
Aaaahhh, good times.
Anyway, after the wacky vet-hijinks ensue, I will be able to spend the evening at home, and theoretically will be able to proceed with the sweater.
And laundry. Really, the laundry situation has gotten completely out of control. I can’t remember how long it has been since I have actually completely finished all of my laundry.
Man, oh man, don’t you wish you had an exciting life like mine?
Everybody have a fantastic weekend!
Taffy is a good cat. She is cute and cuddly and has the sweetest little “motorboat” purr that you have ever heard (if you are lucky enough to hear it).
I discovered Saturday night, however, that she is capable of cold-blooded evil and extreme long-term planning. Evil enough to put the evilest of evil people to shame. Voldemort has nothing on this cat.
Page back in your minds, all the way back to August of last year. Mama Cat was happily working away at the first couple of clues on the Mystery Stole. Having finished clue one, it was placed on the floor next to the knitting chair.
Come on… admit it… you have all used that filing system a time or two in your life…
At the time, I thought it was really cute when Taffy started playing with the corner of the pattern, and I actually chuckled quite a bit when she reduced it to tatters. I tossed it into the recycling bin and didn’t think much about it, because, after all, I had it stored on my computer and could always print out another copy if I needed one.
Oh the horrors that lurk in this adorable kitten’s soul.
Flash forward to Saturday night. I had spent most of the day working on one, really hard, Environmental Chemistry homework problem. I finally got to the end (successfully, I hope) and looked at the clock. 8:15 pm. Kind of late to be starting a knitting project, but I figured that I would haul out the supplies for the Mystery Stole. Found the stole, the micro crochet hook, the beads and the relavent clue of the pattern. Got everything arranged, and then pulled my treasured piece of leftover cherry pie out of the fridge.
Sat down, took one bite of the pie, and then found out that the Clue chart didn’t have the symbols for stitches. Since the Clue one printout was long gone, I decided to run downstairs and look up the symbol key on my computer.
While I was booting up the computer, I heard a “clinking” sound that I didn’t immediately recognize. I ignored it (OH WOE IS ME) until I heard it again. I went upstairs to investigate to discover (to my HORROR) that Taffy had licked my fork (the clinking sound was the fork being licked and bounced on the table). As I approached, she inched her nose forward, reaching for my PIE!!!
Thankfully it was saved, just in time (I got a clean fork, though), but imagine the tragedy if I had been even 30 seconds later. I would have lost my whole piece of pie and had to wait another year until Dad’s birthday for another taste of that sweet/sour heaven.
Taffy is an evil evil beast. She set up the whole chain of events back in August, knowing that I would have Pie in February.
So be warned, all of you, if you have cute cuddlesome creatures living in your home. They are plotting… PLOTTING to maximize Terror and Mayhem and are capable of long term planning to put most people to shame.
(Maybe I should have her take a look at my retirement fund…)
(note to self: start thinking up more imaginative post titles…)
Got home late last night, so didn’t have time to process pictures.
But I thought I would give you a verbal update of the various knitting progresses (with pictures to come later).
On my last bus ride of my last day of work, I finished the knitting on the first of the Emerald City socks. At some point (I’m not sure exactly when) during the week, I did the Kitchner stitch of the toes. They fit like an absolute dream!! So, I’m hoping to cast on the second sock shortly. For the record, although I was severely tempted to add yellow toes to to the socks, the decision was forced by the fact that when I needed to start the toes, I didn’t have the yellow yarn.
For those of you who voted for yellow toes, though, don’t worry. I have enough of the emerald city yarn to make “toes” on another pair of socks. I’ve already gotten some of Red Rocks Fiber Works yellow yarn to do this with. I’ll make a “brick-like” stitch pattern and then have the Emerald City green toes. I can’t wait!
While my friend Susan was here, she told me that her feet were always cold. So, I let her pick out her choice of sock yarn and I cast on a very simple pair of socks for her. Obviously, we were too busy having fun for me to finish even one of the socks, but with a simple 2×2 ribbing, it will be very easy to complete. (I got her measurements before she left).
I have to tell you, though, Purrcy was such a BRAT!! I was working on the socks while Susan was working on her practice piece. Purrcy kept jumping up and trying to play with the yarn, which he KNOWS is not allowed. So, we kept scooping him up and dropping him on the floor. I told Susan how he usually was much better behaved and that I had heard stories of other bad mannered kitties who chewed through yarn while it was being knit with.
You guessed it. Almost immediately after I finished the story, my yarn started to feel weird and then soggy and then….. was gone. He had chewed a huge chunk out of the yarn feeding into the sock. I was so mad.
I came to the conclusion that the kitties MIGHT just be a TINY bit spoiled.
No real harm done, just a couple more ends to weave in. But I was so embarassed after having bragged about how good he was… Oh, and there was the matter of the big, soggy “yarn hair ball” that I found at the base of the stairs the next morning….
During the week, I finished the last pattern row of the baby blanket. I have to go around about 3 more times in garter stitch (which I am hoping to complete tonight at the Knitting Knight), and then do the fancy bind off. It will be a very beautiful blanket and the project itself was very enjoyable. I’m looking forward to doing another “adult sized” one for my living room. Preferably out of something washable, but that looks nice.
So, that was last week’s knitting progress. Sorry about the lack of pictures. They will come soon, I hope.
Dateline: Last week. Somewhere upstairs.
The Scene of the Crime:
Further examination led to the discovery of two potential suspects:
Suspect A is a black neutered male, 2.0 years old, who has a demonstrated fascination with water and plants.
Suspect B is a tabby neutered female, 1.9999 years old, who was previously admonished for being up and around the former plant’s location.
The victim was an approximately 6 year old Philodendron plant, formerly housed in a blue clay pot.
Currently the victim is in critical condition, soaking in a bucket of water with a Miracle Grow drip. FEMA was consulted about the possibility of obtaining emergency housing; they forwarded the request to the FEPHA (Federal Emergency Plant Housing Authority), who was able to provide a spare pot from the “Decorative pot not to be used for plants on a regular basis because it doesn’t have a drain hole in the bottom” department.
It is hoped that the victim will make a full and complete recovery.
In the meantime, further clues (rear end prints left in the dust of the dresser that had formerly held the plant) led to authorities accusing Suspect B. The Suspect had no comment to make at this time and remains at liberty based on her own recognizance. Through her spokesperson, while denying any responsiblity, she stated that the victim was definately root bound and was in need of a bigger home anyway.
I like Friday Nights. Momma Cat gives me a furry catnip mousie.
I like my catnip mousies. I gets all wild and crazy playing with the mousie.
I play with the mousies so hard that I have to take a rest. Purrcy takes a rest too, just in general principle.
Then I start to play again, but the mousies sometimes get away.
Are they in Amy’s shoe?
I’d better check.
Yes! It is in the shoe. Now I have to get it out…
Now I need to rest again, before I goes to play with the mousie in the basement. Or where ever.
Hee Hee. Momma Cat can’t find them even with a flashlight and by getting on all paws in the basement and looking under things.
But then I can’t find them either, which makes me cry.
Momma Cat says that I have to wait until next Friday night to get another mousie. She also says that “She needs to get out more” because she finds this all very amusing.
But if she goes out more, who will give me mousies?
Well, Purrcy is up to his old tricks with the rug. At least there are no evil glowing eyes in this one…
We had a nice quiet evening last night. Some reading, unloaded the dishwasher, put away clean laundry, that sort of stuff. There was ample lap time, so I think I’m forgiven for abandonding them this weekend.
Oh, and I had to rewash the green baby sweater because SOMEONE (who shall remain nameless but who’s initials begin with “Purrcy”) jumped up on the counter this weekend and knocked over a water bottle and soaked everything that was there.
Hopefully it will dry by this afternoon, since the baby recipient is coming over for a visit.