26 January 2013
625
R. Linda:
It came to be we took in three cats while our neighbour went on holiday. It was (we thought) easier to have the cats here than us trekking over icy roads to her house which is on the other side of town. Now I know you would be thinking -- what about Mr. Kits? He be the lord and master of the house and he even bosses the setter around, so three additional bodies (even if they are of his species) might not bode well with the old guy. And you would be right in thinking that.
We thought we'd put the threesome in the guest room for the week duration of their stay, and all would be well. So cats were dropped off and deposited in the guest room where we had set up a litter pan, food dishes, and their fav cat toys, and Tonya even put out old blankets on the floor so they could curl up all cosy like. We even dragged out an old cat tower that Mr. Kits had long outgrown. As you might expect as soon as put out of their carrier, they stalked around, fur all fuzzed out like "What and where is THIS? This isn't what we're used to!"
R. Linda:
It came to be we took in three cats while our neighbour went on holiday. It was (we thought) easier to have the cats here than us trekking over icy roads to her house which is on the other side of town. Now I know you would be thinking -- what about Mr. Kits? He be the lord and master of the house and he even bosses the setter around, so three additional bodies (even if they are of his species) might not bode well with the old guy. And you would be right in thinking that.
We thought we'd put the threesome in the guest room for the week duration of their stay, and all would be well. So cats were dropped off and deposited in the guest room where we had set up a litter pan, food dishes, and their fav cat toys, and Tonya even put out old blankets on the floor so they could curl up all cosy like. We even dragged out an old cat tower that Mr. Kits had long outgrown. As you might expect as soon as put out of their carrier, they stalked around, fur all fuzzed out like "What and where is THIS? This isn't what we're used to!"
| Just look at those eyes, do they look happy to you, either one of them? The one on the bottom seems not happy but resigned to her plight, thinking how to get even, and the other one looks like she's planning something terrible, really terrible. |
I walked in on the stalking about, as I had been out and just missed our friend. Now the sharp pang of surprise for meself was that all three reminded me of a certain Pee cat. Yes, R. Linda there I was with three of the same breed AND colour of Pee cat! As you can imagine I got down on the floor and took a good look at each one of them to be sure the Pee wasn't among them! I tell ya, heart attack city if she were!
And me, having offered no explanation for this behaviour, well me wife thought I had lost it! But the good news was, no, I was safe, though all three looked at me like I was some kind of alien that dared touch their royal selves. Tonya was all about what was the matter with me, and I did tell her for all the good it did, but she brushed me fear of Pee Cat revisiting off as if it was no big deal. But she doesn't know the ordeal I went through in San Francisco at the paws of that dastardly cat! (See me blog entry of 23 June 2004, "Pee-trova").
Anyway, I got up and was instantly wearing Persian cat fur. Well, I couldn't get that stuff off and cursing I left the wife and kiddies to coo over those stupid cats. As soon as I got to me loft, I switched on me computer, and who was lazing on the daybed, completely unaware of the invasion downstairs? Yes, his nibs, Mr. Kits. Yup completely oblivious until there was something in the air that caught his nose. His head came up and those snaky light green eyes looked at me as he sniffed the air. Curious, he managed to stretch and then meander over to me where he sat next to me legs and smelled me shoes and jeans.
It didn't take but a few seconds he was staring at me with his mouth hanging open as if saying, "HOW DARE YOU!"
"Now, now, I know wot ye be tinkin' but it wasn't me fault it was Tonya's!" I explained as me brain awakened to this silly foolishness to remind me I was talking aloud to a cat.
While I was displaying humbleness to his nibs, below stairs Tonya noticed that one of the "house guests" was congested and choking to catch breath. Her good friend (the owner of the cats), had told her one of them had a condition where it got hard to breathe as the face was so pushed in (as is the want of the bred) and if the stress of a new place caused the cat any distress to take her to the vets and leave her with them where the cat could be tended properly. Well, as happened, that's what was done.
As you can imagine, this set the two left to miss their sister and become very vocal about it. Meanwhile, Mr. Kits was dogging me heels as if asking, "WHERE ARE THEY?" And of course, I was not cooperating because I knew if his big, bad self got a hold of the two diminutive house guests there would be lots of fur flying and it would be me in need of allergy meds. But when the chorus started in the guest room, he left me in a flash. I ran after him as he clawed at the door to get in and at them.
I won't regale you with the nights of laying awake hearing the scratching at the door to intimidate them, no I won't even suggest it, and I won't tell you about our nights of sleeplessness listening to the yowling on the other side of that door. Oi. Many a morning this past week I lumbered into work with bags under me eyes the size of zeppelins from no rest. But I will tell you that as Tonya was the walking can opener bringing food and I was just there, I was persona non grata in the eyes of the two "visitors." They could smell Mr. Kits on me so I was the sworn enemy I was. It took me a day or so to figure out why they hissed at me and scampered away if I came into "their" room. But I got it, and I was about miffed over that because here I was, trying to keep Mr. Kits from getting at them, and there I was giving him more of me time so he didn't feel displaced, and the ingratitude was just overwhelming from all three. Not that I think HE did feel that way, because he was too focused on the two small funny-looking ladies in the guest room.
Okay, I know I just presumed to defend a cat and tell you how he thinks. Oi!
But once Mr. Kits saw the "little ladies" as Tonya referred to their pampered selves, a need to get at them became paramount in his head. Oh yeah, he got a look at them he did. O'Hare had left the door open to go get the water bowls and Mr. K was instantly there. He was just about to go in when I scooped his bad self up and he, being taken by surprise, scratched the hell out of me until I let him go. By that time, the door was shut. But he stalked around looking at me like I had one hell of a nerve. Yup, he did, me standing there dripping blood, him -- no remorse, NONE.
Add to this, that when Tonya took the other cat over to the vet I was asked to go in and fill the water bowls and give the other two some kibbles. So I was the very next person they saw after their sister "disappeared," therefore, I must have had something to do with her being gone.
This morning, their "mother" was coming over to get them. So we locked Mr. Kits in our bedroom where I was sure he was clawing the bedspread to pieces out of spite, and we brought the two "ladies" into the kitchen. Earlier, I had taken the setter out for her morning constitutional and it being minus zero I had on me bunny lined hat.
I was so chilled I got me my cup of hot joe and was sitting at the table when the two sisters decided it was safe to venture from underneath it. They both gave me furtive glances that were the most dirty looks I've ever seen on small, pushed-in cat faces in me life! Even the Pee cat couldn't attain that height of snide look. But there was one thing that sealed me fate. The two of them stood between me and the fireplace when one of them started sniffing the air. Slowly she made her way to the hat. Yes, she did and she started to sniff the bunny fur and then the other one got wind of the bunny smell and was over there, the two of them perusing the hat as if . . . CRIPPERS they thought I turned their sister into a hat! Yes, they did, you could tell by the way they sniffed the bunny fur and then glanced with narrowed eyes at me!
I thought it was me imagination, but Tonya caught this sniffing and looking back at me, and she voiced that they probably thought I skinned their sister and turned her into a funny-looking hat! OMG!!!
After that, they wouldn't go near me. Yes, I think both Ton and I are correct, they thought . . . well you know what they thought. And the smallest of the two let out a blood-curdling yowl like I never heard before.
"Yup, you turned sister into a hat," Tonya said laughing.
Lucky for me, before the two of them could discuss revenge their "mother" showed up. Unfortunately, she hadn't picked up the other sister, so I was glared at from within the confines of that safe cat carrier as it sat on the floor, the two of them in there looking out at me with evil, glistening copper eyes! I won't soon forget those eyes, they spelt no good for yours truly if they were let out. Teach me to turn their sister into a hat it will. They had proof positive I did it! No third sister, so there you have it. Guilty!
So they are gone, and it be all quiet except for one thing, and that would be Mr. Kits running around the house looking for them. He can still smell them, so he just knows I've hidden them. To mull things over I gave him some catnip which you know he can't refuse, catnip junkie that he be. This afternoon, I was sitting in the kitchen having me afternoon cup of joe when he staggered in.
And me, having offered no explanation for this behaviour, well me wife thought I had lost it! But the good news was, no, I was safe, though all three looked at me like I was some kind of alien that dared touch their royal selves. Tonya was all about what was the matter with me, and I did tell her for all the good it did, but she brushed me fear of Pee Cat revisiting off as if it was no big deal. But she doesn't know the ordeal I went through in San Francisco at the paws of that dastardly cat! (See me blog entry of 23 June 2004, "Pee-trova").
Anyway, I got up and was instantly wearing Persian cat fur. Well, I couldn't get that stuff off and cursing I left the wife and kiddies to coo over those stupid cats. As soon as I got to me loft, I switched on me computer, and who was lazing on the daybed, completely unaware of the invasion downstairs? Yes, his nibs, Mr. Kits. Yup completely oblivious until there was something in the air that caught his nose. His head came up and those snaky light green eyes looked at me as he sniffed the air. Curious, he managed to stretch and then meander over to me where he sat next to me legs and smelled me shoes and jeans.
It didn't take but a few seconds he was staring at me with his mouth hanging open as if saying, "HOW DARE YOU!"
"Now, now, I know wot ye be tinkin' but it wasn't me fault it was Tonya's!" I explained as me brain awakened to this silly foolishness to remind me I was talking aloud to a cat.
While I was displaying humbleness to his nibs, below stairs Tonya noticed that one of the "house guests" was congested and choking to catch breath. Her good friend (the owner of the cats), had told her one of them had a condition where it got hard to breathe as the face was so pushed in (as is the want of the bred) and if the stress of a new place caused the cat any distress to take her to the vets and leave her with them where the cat could be tended properly. Well, as happened, that's what was done.
As you can imagine, this set the two left to miss their sister and become very vocal about it. Meanwhile, Mr. Kits was dogging me heels as if asking, "WHERE ARE THEY?" And of course, I was not cooperating because I knew if his big, bad self got a hold of the two diminutive house guests there would be lots of fur flying and it would be me in need of allergy meds. But when the chorus started in the guest room, he left me in a flash. I ran after him as he clawed at the door to get in and at them.
Okay, I know I just presumed to defend a cat and tell you how he thinks. Oi!
But once Mr. Kits saw the "little ladies" as Tonya referred to their pampered selves, a need to get at them became paramount in his head. Oh yeah, he got a look at them he did. O'Hare had left the door open to go get the water bowls and Mr. K was instantly there. He was just about to go in when I scooped his bad self up and he, being taken by surprise, scratched the hell out of me until I let him go. By that time, the door was shut. But he stalked around looking at me like I had one hell of a nerve. Yup, he did, me standing there dripping blood, him -- no remorse, NONE.
Add to this, that when Tonya took the other cat over to the vet I was asked to go in and fill the water bowls and give the other two some kibbles. So I was the very next person they saw after their sister "disappeared," therefore, I must have had something to do with her being gone.
This morning, their "mother" was coming over to get them. So we locked Mr. Kits in our bedroom where I was sure he was clawing the bedspread to pieces out of spite, and we brought the two "ladies" into the kitchen. Earlier, I had taken the setter out for her morning constitutional and it being minus zero I had on me bunny lined hat.
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| Me bunny-lined hat - a New Hampshire must - go ahead and laugh |
Yes, I do look the big oaf in it, but it keeps me warm so don't even go there. Anyway, I took the hat off and placed it on the stool by the fireplace. And yes, I be one of those men who just throw their clothing anywhere it happens to land. Hangers? What are hangers?
I was so chilled I got me my cup of hot joe and was sitting at the table when the two sisters decided it was safe to venture from underneath it. They both gave me furtive glances that were the most dirty looks I've ever seen on small, pushed-in cat faces in me life! Even the Pee cat couldn't attain that height of snide look. But there was one thing that sealed me fate. The two of them stood between me and the fireplace when one of them started sniffing the air. Slowly she made her way to the hat. Yes, she did and she started to sniff the bunny fur and then the other one got wind of the bunny smell and was over there, the two of them perusing the hat as if . . . CRIPPERS they thought I turned their sister into a hat! Yes, they did, you could tell by the way they sniffed the bunny fur and then glanced with narrowed eyes at me!
I thought it was me imagination, but Tonya caught this sniffing and looking back at me, and she voiced that they probably thought I skinned their sister and turned her into a funny-looking hat! OMG!!!
After that, they wouldn't go near me. Yes, I think both Ton and I are correct, they thought . . . well you know what they thought. And the smallest of the two let out a blood-curdling yowl like I never heard before.
"Yup, you turned sister into a hat," Tonya said laughing.
Lucky for me, before the two of them could discuss revenge their "mother" showed up. Unfortunately, she hadn't picked up the other sister, so I was glared at from within the confines of that safe cat carrier as it sat on the floor, the two of them in there looking out at me with evil, glistening copper eyes! I won't soon forget those eyes, they spelt no good for yours truly if they were let out. Teach me to turn their sister into a hat it will. They had proof positive I did it! No third sister, so there you have it. Guilty!
So they are gone, and it be all quiet except for one thing, and that would be Mr. Kits running around the house looking for them. He can still smell them, so he just knows I've hidden them. To mull things over I gave him some catnip which you know he can't refuse, catnip junkie that he be. This afternoon, I was sitting in the kitchen having me afternoon cup of joe when he staggered in.
| Yee-ah looks all innocent at the time, just awoken from a catnip-induced snooze. You can tell by his zoned-out expression can't ya? |
Me hat was still on the fireplace, and he caught a whiff of the other cats where they had rubbed up against the hat as if trying to get their sister to re-form as her cat self. Suddenly interested, he sniffed the hat and his eyes narrowed and his mouth was hanging open in what looked like a grin, the tail twitching with a snap almost like a whip. Without any warning to me or me hat, he took a swift swing at it knocking it to the floor and then he jumped on it and threw it up in the air and ran off. As I was getting up to go pick it up he came zooming out of the lounge and slid past the hat hooking it and dragging it off into the mud room. He's been in there clunking around and jumping up and pouncing on it, throwing it in the air having a wonderful time beating up on it.
He's nuts, and I have to blame this odd behaviour on the catnip, but it's been hours since he was in his stash and he's been enjoying himself immensely in the mudroom ever since. I dread thinking what me hat looks like now. It probably is reduced to shreds and the fur be probably everywhere if he hasn't eaten it.
He comes up for air every so often and rubs against me legs, thanking me (I think) for turning the two snippy Persians into an old hat!
Gabe
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He's nuts, and I have to blame this odd behaviour on the catnip, but it's been hours since he was in his stash and he's been enjoying himself immensely in the mudroom ever since. I dread thinking what me hat looks like now. It probably is reduced to shreds and the fur be probably everywhere if he hasn't eaten it.
He comes up for air every so often and rubs against me legs, thanking me (I think) for turning the two snippy Persians into an old hat!
Gabe
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