Cats like to nap. They like it so much, they do it for hours at a time. Like 18-20 hours. And yet when we say “cat nap,” we don’t mean a sleep-a-thon. So how did the phrase “cat nap” come to mean a brief refreshing nap?
Okay, this pet thing — I had never intended this to be an on-going blog, but just have to add this. I’m wondering once again why I put up with them. Let’s start with the food. the 3 trays of cat food — the shreds, the pate and fish. Just for a change-up, I got them fish. I put some in their dishes. Yes! fish! They were tired of chicken and happy with fish. For three days. No? You don’t like fish anymore? Okay, let’s try the shreds. But once the gravy has been licked off, the rest is left to dry out. How about the pate? No? You don’t like that either? Well then, how about NOTHING?? How about I stop giving you food altogether? How about I just let you STARVE!! Yeah, you think you’d like that? Do you know how much all this costs? No, you don’t.… Read More »
What’s so great about pets, anyway? I have three of the feline persuasion. It is now 5 a.m. and Smokey has woken me up for the second time tonight wanting to go outside. We have a cat door, but she won’t use it. So outside it is – Outside as in dig-in-the-dirt. Like a latrine, you know? I have never been a fan of litter boxes and unless there is an extreme circumstance as endless rain, I don’t use one. Well, of course, I don’t use one. I mean I don’t set one up for the cats. I truly do understand and sympathize with going outside in the rain to do your business. While “Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head” sounds cute in a song, I’m sure it doesn’t feel so all-fired cute when you’re actually out in it looking for some dry dirt. As I stumble to the door,… Read More »
It’s 7:30 at night and the FedEx guy with the Chewy.com shipment has not yet arrived. I fed the cats the last of the food at breakfast, I checked the message from Chewy saying “Your shipment is on the way” supposedly on the truck at 9:04 this morning. Should be here in time for afternoon tea (I hope) and dinner for sure. But no, it’s not. The cats are out of food and they are not happy! Well, okay, maybe not entirely out of food — there is the crunch (as we call the dry food around here), but that’s not really dinner, is it? About tea time they had started their usual litany of meows, chirps and gurgles — all to remind me that it was time for a snack. After all, they had missed their post-breakfast, pre-lunch treat (outta those, too!) and had no lunch to speak of… Read More »
Is it possible that my cat, Smokey, is a bored cat? I mean, really, do you think cats get bored? Dogs get excited about things and jump around and bark and are always underfoot. Cats, however, seem to simply drift through life sleeping, bathing and occasionally taking a stroll from one room to the next or even (in the case of my cats) into the backyard. But really, how exciting can that be? Smokey has been following me around all day crying. Why? I have no idea. Is the water dish full? Check. Is there crunch (we don’t call it dry food — how appetizing would that be?) on the blue plate? Check. Is the cat door accessible — I mean not blocked by a chair or something? Yep, it’s clear. In Smokey’s case that really doesn’t mean much. She won’t use the cat door anymore since Lop Ear came… Read More »