Showing posts with label Kitties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kitties. Show all posts

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Kitties and reusable bags



Gus likes reusable bags.



Who needs a fancy cat-carrier when you can just use a reuseable bag!


Note to self: wash reusable bags....

Friday, March 6, 2009

A cat question

Yesterday Gus had to go to the vet and while he was there, the vet cleaned his ears (Gus's, not the vet's). I think he must have used mineral oil which is now all over Gus's head. He is not making any attempt to clean himself. What can I do to help him? He is a little sensitive about me touching his ears because of his experience with the vet. Do you think a warm wet washcloth followed by a combing (which he loves!!!) would help??

Suggestions?????

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A Day in the Life of Gus




Woke up groggy from a short night, having only slept 15 hours. Proceeded to sit like an old man while trying to have morning bath.





Took brief nap with Mac. Mac got the good spot in the sun. Settled for less comfortable spot on end table.





Took another brief nap with Mac. Now in kitty tube. Appear to be holding paws with Mac. Enjoying faking out human.





Performed important duties such as:







Holding down lotion bottle.






Monitoring movement of TV remote AND pillow AND couch while observing entire living room for any suspicious activities. Very busy.








Supervising baseball cap. Cap has tendency to move around and be found in different areas, almost as if someone else is moving/wearing it. Must watch cap for quick or odd movements. Also is quite comfy to sleep on.




After having performed such important duties all day, humans come home and have the audicity to dress me up and laugh at me. They need a hobby or at least something else to do on a Wednesday night.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Merlock Holmes and the Case of the Kitty Prints

So, I know that some of you know what I've been doing the past few days: trying to finish painting the basement steps. We have two flights of steps that lead into the basement, one by the back door and the other in the center of the house. Well, we've had the steps pretty much primed for about a month now and I decided it was time to finish the job. So Saturday, I was painting the treads of the center steps with the white primer. Now, all the fun kitty stuff, like food, water, and litter is in the basement. I thought (ha!) that if I left one door open and closed the other, the cats could still get into the basement to their essentials. In a perfect world, this would have worked. I don't live in a perfect world. After painting a couple of steps, a tan blur rushed past me up the freshly painted steps. I, of course, shouted at him "Gus, what are you doing?" which made him run faster because suddenly "shorter, blond one who feeds me" is yelling at him. I yelled at Matt to grab Gus but he missed. So now there was white cat prints on our wood floor in the living room. I reacted in the appropriate manner: paint on floor first, cat second. Luckily it all came up with only a slightly traumatized Gus to contend with.

So last night, I was painting the same steps, only this time with the finish coat. I closed that door and left the other one open for the cats (apparently I don't learn). I had finished and was sitting in the living room. Matt came downstairs from the second floor and I asked him to go look at the freshly painted stairs. When he opened the basement door, guess who came out? A painted Gus. This time he had run up all the steps, leaving nice cat prints on all my newly painted steps. And now there is brown paint on our kitchen floor (which isn't a problem because it needs to be replaced anyhow). So we grabbed Gus and I held him while Matt cleaned his feet. Gus was a very good kitty to let us wash his feet and cut away the painted fur.

We decided that at least Gus did it in the correct order: primer first, then top coat.

So, I doubt that Gus has learned his lesson but I have: close both doors while painting and the cats can just hold it for a bit!

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Why is my cat addicted to kitty treats?

This is a serious problem! Mac just can't get enough kitty treats!! We give our cats Whiskas treats, the soft ones because Gus doesn't like the crunchy ones since he is a truly spoiled housecat and crunching his treats takes far too much energy. Anyhow, Mac is the problem. He can snark 4-5 treats in one sitting and want more. Sometimes, when we aren't paying enough attention, he steals Gus' treats as well. He sits on his table by the back door and anytime we come home, walk through the room, or are anywhere between 5-10 feet away, he is meowhining for treats! He always wants more (hence the addition issue). He eats his food fine, no problems there. But this kitty treat thing, ugh! What I find particularly funny is that his treats sit on his table about 1 foot away from his normal spot. He could open the package and eat all the treats. It's only paper and foil and he does have sharp teeth. Luckily, this thought hasn't occurred to him and I'm not going to mention to him.







Do kitty treats have small amounts of crack and/or cocaine in them? Is this the explanation for the issue?