Archive for the ‘cats/kittens’ Category

This is my story of how I became an unintentional Crazy Cat Lady.

I like animals.  If it’s furry, 4 legged and mammalian, it’s welcome in my house. Growing up I always had a cat and a dog.  I had the coolest dog growing up. Inky. My Grandfather rescued him from Paoli Pike (a busy 4 lane street) and when he passed away Mom & Dad inherited him.  Inky is a blog for another day.

Like I said, I didn’t intend to be a Crazy Cat Lady.  It just happened.  When David and I bought this house there were some outdoor kitties that were living on the porch.  We continued in Mr. Norton’s path and took care of them.  Well, one thing led to another and the next season there was a kitten who needed vet care and it was night. So we brought the little guy inside so we could get our hands on him to take him to the vet the next day.

Let me jump back. When we moved into the house I had 1 cat. 1 big black cat with an attitude.  She was used to be the only.  So we brought in the sick kitten we put it in a cage with a towel and some water and David went off to get some wet food for it.  Well the kitten wouldn’t stay in the cage.  So in order to keep this little Houdini (yes, he is my Butt) in the house David brought in his friends.  All all 6 of these kittens went into the bathroom.  TAH-DAH instant Crazy Cat Lady.  And it wasn’t my fault! I didn’t bring them in.

The unfortunate thing is once you have multiple cats, it’s easy to add just one more.

The good thing is … I live with a Crazy Cat Man.

For the record, wet cats suck. They seem to have an uncontrollable need to dry themselves upon you. Or me that is. Right now it’s raining about 1″ per hour and our stupid four legged friends seem oblivious to this fact. Right now I need to change my t-shirt because I’ve had 3 cats dry themselves on me. The only good news about this is, when wet they don’t smell nearly as bad as dogs. So, if you will excuse me, I’m going to go change into dry clothes.

The good news about the wonderfully cool weather we are having is we can open the windows so the cats can come and go as the please.  Which means we don’t have to get up every 2 seconds to let a cat in the window or open the window above the bed all night long as cats come & go.  David has taught them if they bang at the window – no matter what time of day or night – we will let them in.

But the bad news is with the windows open, and the screens up, the FLIES get in too! God they are annoying.  Because there’s nothing for them to eat, they like to land on me, the computer, the sleeping cats. And they tickle.  So  here I sit, with my can of Raid Flying Insect killer zapping away.  And it smells a bit like tart apples, so it’s not completely unpleasant.

And I’m somewhat annoyed at this group of cats.  Flies are the ULTIMATE toy/treat.  I had a cat that used to chase flies, play them to death and then eat them.  Toy and then treat.  This group can’t seem to be bothered.  They are just too lazy! We should stop feeding them for a week or two. Then they’d be thrilled to have a nice bit of juice fly.

That’s my whine of the day – Flies. Not dead enough for me.

To find out if your cat is really trying to kill you … go to http://www.catswhothrowupgrass.com/kill.php

Growing up most kids have a favorite teddy bear.  Mine was a pink rabbit named… Lord, I can’t remember it’s name. I still have him.  He’s not so pink or furry any more.  He went everywhere with me.  Flopsy Rabbit.  It just came to me.  Flopsy has floppy ears.  My dog growing up, Peanut, ate one of Flopsy’s eyes and Mom replaced it with his nose.

But this isn’t about Flopsy.  This is about my current teddy bears.  I have 2.  One is named Houdini and one is named Irwin (after Steve Irwin the Croc Hunter).  They are cats.  I never was traditional in my teddy bear choices.  Oh… and there’s the whole… they’re alive thing too.  Irwin likes to lay up against me under the covers.  Snugged up against me.  And Houdini.  Well, he’s not happy unless he is laying on bear (excuse the pun) skin.  He likes to be up by my faces so I can pet him and then we go to sleep – Houdini in the teddy bear position.  I’m lucky.  They love me so.  Most of my cats are snuggle cats.  They like to be on you or have a paw on you.  Wellll… not you, unless you are my Beloved David, but me & him (him being David the founder of www.kalarhythms.com)

I got this in an e-mail quite a while ago.  Since 95% of all my stuff has cat tracks on it, I thought it was appropriate.

 

Ok. Have you ever seen a cats eyes glow and flash in the light? Have you ever wondered where the writers of Stargate came up with the idea of glowing eyed aliens?? Have you ever thought your cat was trying to control you? Have you ever wondered why cat’s are SO independant?

It’s my theory that the writers of Stargate came up with the idea of for the Goa’uld when one of them had the pants scared off of them when they caught their cats eyes flash and glow in the pitch black. How many of us haven’t had the pants scared off of us by a cat’s eyes glowing and flashing?  Come on, let’s be real.  I think it’s how the Goa’uld came ino being.

I could be wrong.

From the Kitty Chronicles at 483 N Mill Rd

I’ve become Kitty Velcro.  Or at least 1/2 of the Velcro. Houdini, or Velcro Butt (or just Cro) as I’ve taken to calling him these days, has become the other 1/2.  Usually cat moods last for a day or 4 tops and they move onto the next mood.  Laying in the same place for a couple of days, a week tops, and then getting another “favorite” place.

Well, Houdini’s favorite place at night is on me.  And he likes skin. So when I lay on my left side he lays on my arm and I can wrap another arm around him.  He will stay in that position until I move. If I roll over, he walks on me and goes to the other side. If I lay on my back, he lays on my chest and looks at me.  I’ve taken to rolling him over with me so that he doesn’t walk on me.  He gets the wide eyed “I don’t like this” kitty look while we are rolling and then he just settles down and stays put.

My cats are nuts.

David got a delicious, yummy Perdue chicken from the Giant. It is REALLY good. It is moist and seasoned really well. Well, the cats think the same thing. As soon as David brought it in the house the cats started “velociraptoring” around the living room. Which means that they were moving around meowing and trying to get the chicken, hopping up on the chair that I was sitting in and being pushed off and hopping up on the coffee table and then the chair and then being pushed on the floor. They REALLY wanted some chicken, but it is too good to share – they can have the leftovers.  If there are any. They do this when we have very fragrent meats. Stevie is the worst. Because he’s brain damaged, he’s got to be corrected over and over and over. And David isn’t real good at correcting him.  I could be more consistant too.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh… kitties. If they were dogs what fun would they be?

I love my kitties… most of the time. Right now I would like to finish sewing the little sequins on my top – the manufacturer didn’t sew them on well and they need to be re-sewn. Larson has made that impossible by laying in my arms. My lap isn’t good enough. I tried to move her to my lap. She got all hissy walked away and then came back and hopped up into my arms… again. I’m cat furniture. I love my Larson. And I usually would encourage her to do this … but I want to sew (would like to finish sewing) my sequins !! I’m a kitty bed. I’m a lounge chair. I’m a chaise lounge. I’m a hammock. Oi! Fortunately it’s easy to “type” on the PDA while I’m busy sitting still being furniture. Larson is sleeping now. I guess the my job as furniture is successful.