Monday, May 12, 2008
Meet the cousins
Dear People;
These are my cousins, Wolfgang and Catcher.
I like it when they can come to play, it is like puppy camp. I like going to their house too because they have kids who are great at dropping food on the floor. But right now they are at our house while their mommy and daddy take care of a family energenc… emerinc… immarganc… a family thing. I like Wolfie because he is calm and likes to lay around and take naps with me. He just likes to hang out. Also he finds my little hoofie ends and finishes them off, so mommy gives me new ones. Catcher is fun too but she is really hyper. The other night mommy could not stop laughing because Catcher was chasing a flying bug for like an hour. She would careen across the floor and jump in the air like one of the cats, and snap at the bug like a fat furry Jaws. Finally she got the bug. Then her breath smelt funny. I told her to go eat something out of the cat box to freshen her up but then mommy yelled at us both. That wasn’t fun.
Oh well I have to go now and take a nap. Waggy waggy, everyone!
Slobbery kisses,
Bridgett the dog
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Hope springs eternal
We’re watching our friends dogs and one of them eternally hopes that Brindle will like her and want to play chase.
Brindle is so cute when she plays coy.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
I has a stupid face
Testing photos taken with my camera phone (now that I can get them off the camera phone)…
Thursday, April 03, 2008
How we treat the old and infirm in our house
Thus spoke Lorena on 04/03/08 at 10:34 AM in Crafts, Yarn, Works in progress, Pets
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Is she… counting the cats?
Bridgett likes to go outside when she’s done eating. The last two nights when I’ve let her back in, she’s spent the next couple of minutes walking around the house, whining. Not just grumping, or sighing as she lays down; actively whining. The first day when I was not, of course, expecting it, it freaked me out and I ran to find out what she was whining about (she’s not a whiner). I found her curled up on the bed next to one of the cats. She looked at me, wagged her tail, and hopped off the bed.
So last night I was not so surprised by the whining. What did surprise me, though, was that she walked around the house until she had found all the cats, sniffling/snuffling them and whining at the same time. She ruffled all the cats with her wet nose, scaring Rembrandt and making Chili think she wanted to fight… but all she did was sniff them and then move on to another cat.
I ask you… WTF?!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Dear cats, WTF?
Dear cats;
There are five of you. There are seven cat boxes in the house. I know for a fact that one of you never uses any of them. Leaving a ratio of almost two-to-one, boxes-to-cats.
So why do the rest of you only use the same two boxes?
Signed,
Confused
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Looks like there’s no backup dog in our immediate future…
... at least for another year or so. Bridgett is getting up there, and I like to pick up a second dog around years 11 or 12. Just in case. Ya know.
Anyway.
Dr. Camp called with the results of The Thing and the lab said that… drumroll please… “results are inconclusive”. Which is just BS for “it’s not cancer, but we don’t know what it is,” I reckon. He said that they said that it could be anything from an abscess* to an infected bug bite. He said to keep an eye on it, and if it gets bigger to give him a call. Uhm, how about just giving him a call because IT GROSSES ME OUT and I would like to GET IT REMOVED?! Sigh.
*BTW? do not go to Flickr and do a key word search on “abscess”. Just… trust me. Don’t. Ick.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Is that a TOOOOOO-muh?
Let’s please not all tell me what a horrible pet owner I am. You’d think, wouldn’t you, after almost killing one of my cats that I would be very sensitive to my pets needs? So let’s not talk about how I actually found this a couple of months ago but have been ignoring it until I could call the vet last week.
Bridgett has a… a Thing. It’s about the size of a Muscadine grape, on her right haunch. Barring something cool like she’s suddenly growing a detachable congenital twin, I can only assume that it’s (a) one of those gross fatty tissue deposit things that old animals get or (b) The Big C.
One reason the vet was so expensive the other day is that he aspirated Bridgett’s Thing and is sending the cells off to a lab to be looked at. I’ll have the results Tuesday. He said he’s 80% sure it’s just a Gross Thing and not a Dangerous Thing, but it’s best to be sure, you know? She’s not limping (I’ve been keeping a steady eye on that) and while she seems to be slowly slowing down – she is almost ten years old, after all – she’s not appearing to have any sort of sudden health decline. So I’m sure everything will be fine. Right?
Yet I can’t help but think, even though Tim will totally put his foot down, that it’s getting time to get a backup dog. A backup dog is different than a replacement dog. Bridgett was a backup dog for Heidi, who was a backup dog for BJ, who was a backup dog for Jackie, who was A New Dog. A new dog is different than a replacement dog (in the number of years from when the other dog has died). We got Jackie more than two years after the previous dog had died (uhm… Buster? Barry? Hrm, I forget; we went through a small string of dogs when we lived in New Port Richey…). Anyway. I’m really getting off track in order not to think about this. A backup dog. Tim has said “no new pets until these pets start dying off!” But if the Thing’s test results come back horrible, and we get Thing removed, but Things grow where the Thing was… isn’t a death sentence kind of like the pets starting to die off?
Crap, did that even make any sense whatsoever?! Gah! Never mind, I don’t feel like thinking about this any more. Move along, move along. Nothing to see here.
Backup dogs vs. replacement dogs: discuss!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Here’s one for Barbara
Barbara was requesting more cute photos of cold animals snuggling; unfortunately I’m rarely home enough to see it happen! But I did manage to snap this the other night:
Monday, December 24, 2007
Brindle, helping
Thus spoke Lorena on 12/24/07 at 03:06 PM in Pets, Randomosity, Humor
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Date my cat!
Sharon and I were looking at Bob-the-dog’s profile over at Ravelry (yes, this is legitimate work research, why are you looking at me that way?) and it got me thinking… what if my cats filled out questionnaires, like if they were on some sort of dating site…?
Saturday, December 08, 2007
LOL Birdbath Cat
The other morning when I looked out the front window, this is what I saw. “So blogworthy,” I thought, pre-coffee, and of course ran to photograph it. Problem is, it’s been hard to come up with a caption. This is about the seventeenth one I’ve tried! Hopefully it is somewhat funny. If not, I have many others we can pencil in...!
PS. This is the neighbor’s male cat, who peed in my car’s air vents that one time. THANKS A PANTSLOAD.
Are you a scooper? Or a complete replacer?
It’s been a while since we talked about poop (no, not calories in).
Are you a scooper of cat litter, or a replacer of cat litter? I mean, do you dump and replace the entire cat box when cleaning, or do you just scoop out the kitty presents and leave the somewhat clean litter, replacing as necessary? Me, I’m a scooper*. But about once a month or so I’ll go through and dump everything, wash out the box, and replace everything. However… my cats are particular about litter. They like fine grain, clumping, unscented. Of which Publix used to have a house brand, and they no longer make. They make a scented, but my cats don’t like scented (ask me how I know).
So… oh ye of multiple cat, or moody cat household… recommend to me your cat litter!
* Five cats, six cat boxes. Three are covered, three are open. They only poop in the covered ones. What is UP with that?! Do they really care that much about the extra privacy...? Are they hiding little kitty magazines in there to read while sitting...?
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Cooler weather brings the magnetism
Animal magnetism, that is. It gets cold, and cats stick to my clothes.
PS. I’ve had at least four friends lose a cat since the beginning of November. For them, please… hug your kitties. Even the ones who don’t like hugs. (Like Reme, who hates hugs, but is recovering well from her little ordeal.)
Saturday, November 24, 2007
In which I get the worst mother of the decade award
Remember I was worried when we left about the cats being left alone? Turns out that Reme, the ancient one whom we left in the cage because she is ancient and forgets where she is when she poos (or even forgets that she is in the process of poo-ing), knocked over the water container —holds 10-14 days worth of water—the first day we were gone. Or at least close enough to the first day that it had all run out of the bottle and evaporated. We’ve been home for a little over an hour and she’s not stopped lapping up the water yet. She’s also cold, shivering, and when she walks it’s more like lurching around like a drunken old man. Tim got some kitten milk replacement, and we’re plying her with that, kitten food (it’s like cheesy poofs for cats), water, and blankets and a heater. She’s purring now, mostly. Howling loudly if I leave her alone in the bathroom for more than two minutes (in fact, I’ve had to go reassure her that she’s not alone three times just while writing this). She’s warmer now, and still putting down that kitten milk. But still… I feel like a complete asshole. [insert another trip to tell her we’re still home] She’s shaky, but I think she’ll be okay without a trip to the emergency vet clinic, where they would probably just lecture me and give her some subcutaneous fluids. I can lecture myself enough, thanks, and her belly is getting pretty full now with water and milk.
Did I mention how much of an asshole I feel like?
Edited to add: Rembrandt has made it through the night; her temperature is back to normal and while she’s not eating yet she has peed (in her kitty pi, no less) so it seems she is well back to being her cranky, pissy self. Yay!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Vincent says howdy
Vincent actually belongs to [Cathy’s] Bill’s brother, who is stationed in Baghdad. He’s the second owner of the dog. The kids of Vincent’s original owner put a rubber band on the dog’s ear and “forgot” about it (hence the half-missing ear, hence the name “Vincent"). He is about four years old and is cute as a button… and I’m not just saying that because he’s napping on my foot right now. He’s fun and loves to play and gets along great with the kids; just a fantastic little pup.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Clearly Chili loves his daddy (he still hates me, though)
Of course I’m home all day, and he completely ignores me. But the second Tim and I get back from a filling sushi dinner? Chili naps on dad. Yeah. He could give a shit about me, but he loooooves his daddy. Too bad his daddy hates cats! AHAHAHAHAH, CHILI, JOKE’S ON YOU!
Today was a great day. Obviously I got a shitload of spinning blogged about (which I haven’t had time for). My laundry’s done, folded, and even put away. Cat boxes are clean. Star Trek Voyager is caught up with (while blogging from the living room, hi wireless, will you marry me?) and I even loaded about another 20 CDs into iTunes. We had most excellent food and drink at Chopstix. I’ve even gotten some knitting done. Oh! And I got all that yarn I posted about washed (I love the smell of wet wool as it’s drying). All in all it’s been a good day.
And I joined this century by signing up for Google Reader (now’s when everyone tells me I should have gone with ‘the other guy’) and trying to get most of the blogs I read centrally located. I know I have them in the sidebar, but the sidebar doesn’t tell me when they’ve recently posted… and when I only have about 15 minutes to check *everyone* (don’t tell me I should read less blogs) then it’s hard to click on everyone’s name. I’ll try this newfangled widgetry for a while, and see if I keep up with it.
Thus spoke Lorena on 11/13/07 at 09:18 PM in Personal, My random life, Pets
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Hai! I can has felted cat bed? Kthxbye!
(still needs felting)
Thus spoke Lorena on 07/31/07 at 04:13 PM in Pets, Randomosity, Humor
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