"Helping" fold laundry. Don't worry - they aren't MY clothes!
Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
What we've been up to
Hanging out on the counter
(oh naughty cat!!)
Playing at the dog park
Sharing the bed (sort of)
Embodying pure evil
Happy Tax Day!
Step One: Fortify yourself with coffee
Step 2: Spread out all your tax documents from the year. Put sticky notes on all of them. Keep your coffee nearby
Step three: Coffee's not working. Go back to sleep and pretend like nothing happened.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
What we've been up to...
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saga of the Baby Bed
Well, it's not much of a saga. We bought Whiskey a little bed, and figured she would grow out of it and move on.
That hasn't happened. She still loves her baby bed. Note empty size-appropriate bed in the background.
January, 2009
That hasn't happened. She still loves her baby bed. Note empty size-appropriate bed in the background.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
And just for fun - more pet fotos!
We got Whiskey a little bed when she was little. We knew she would outgrow it soon, but we figured the cats could then sleep in it. Now that she has a new, bigger, size-appropriate bed, well, you can see what's happened....
The Rockette-leg Whiskey always does when held.
Dangerous Games- holding Caspian. Extra credit for stealing a kiss, stitches not included.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Whiskey Weigh-in
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Sibling Rivalry Part II
When Caspian was about 6 months old, I decided she needed a friend.
I didn't actually check with Caspian on this first, I just went down to the Humane Society. If you've ever been to a Humane Society, it's a lot like a used car lot. The folks working there just want to move the inventory outta there, and they'll tell you anything to get you to take one home. I was immediately taken by a kitten with striking coloration.However, when I held her, she was, well...floppy. Lethargic. Boneless.
Me: This cat seems floppy.
Used Cat Salesman: No no! She's very active. She was just playing, and now she's tired.
Me: Well, if you say so....
Used Cat Salesman: What can I say to convince you to take this cat home TODAY?
Me: I just don't know if this is the cat for me. She doesn't seem that bright.
Used Cat Salesman: (shifty eyes): Look - don't tell my supervisor I did this, but we are having a special on cats under 4 months old. This baby isn't that young, but for you, I can make that deal happen. Come on, waddya say?
So home she came.
Caspian wasn't to thrilled about this new addition, but fortunately, Terxy didn't mind not being Alpha. Caspian frequently pummels Teryx, and Teryx doesn't mind. Terxy is also fond of nursing on things (exposed skin, Caspian's ears) which increases the amount of pummeling.
And while Caspian will never admit this, I think she's usually glad Teryx is around.
Sigh. This posting nonsense is hard work. I still haven't gotten to the incredible corpulence of Teryx, or how she and Whiskey interact. Stay tuned!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sibling Rivalry
We get asked a lot how the cats and Whiskey get along. Pretty well, actually. I think it helps that they had seen other dogs before (although they didn't like them) and that she was smaller than either of them when she arrived. I thought I'd give a brief background on the cats first.

This is Caspian. She is pure evil, and for that, we love her. We plucked her from a feral litter when she was eight weeks old. For those of you who think that being feral is purely environmental, you're wrong. And if you'd like to know how wrong you are, I invite you to pluck an 8-week old kitten from its' litter. She spent the first several weeks absolutely hating us, which was okay, because she was a tiny ball of fluff and it was cute.

She was wild and crazy and full of claws. She was a lot of fun, not all that cuddly, and kept any and all vermin out of the house. Although she has never lived a day of her life outside, she is still
very much a wild kitty.

Now that she's a respectable three-years old, she has calmed down a bit, and has learned the art of cuddling in the cold Minnesota winters. However, she keeps her own countenance, and sometimes we can go the whole day without seeing her (a feat in our tiny apartment). She keeps the vermin down, and we like her attitude. Since the arrival of the puppy, she's been staying on top of the fridge a lot. She's reminiscent of the Ceiling Cat, if anyone is familiar with this phenomenon.
After the first few days of Whiskey's arrival, she realized Whiskey was smaller and had duller claws than she. Whiskey is fascinated by the cats, thinking of them as slightly misshapen litter mates. Caspian has been surprisingly tolerant of the puppy, and while she did give Whiskey a whuppin', she didn't use her claws. They have a truce at the moment, reinforced by periodic hisses and swats from Caspian.
I was going to move on to our other cat, but it's time for ice cream. Next up - Teryx!
This is Caspian. She is pure evil, and for that, we love her. We plucked her from a feral litter when she was eight weeks old. For those of you who think that being feral is purely environmental, you're wrong. And if you'd like to know how wrong you are, I invite you to pluck an 8-week old kitten from its' litter. She spent the first several weeks absolutely hating us, which was okay, because she was a tiny ball of fluff and it was cute.
She was wild and crazy and full of claws. She was a lot of fun, not all that cuddly, and kept any and all vermin out of the house. Although she has never lived a day of her life outside, she is still
very much a wild kitty.
Now that she's a respectable three-years old, she has calmed down a bit, and has learned the art of cuddling in the cold Minnesota winters. However, she keeps her own countenance, and sometimes we can go the whole day without seeing her (a feat in our tiny apartment). She keeps the vermin down, and we like her attitude. Since the arrival of the puppy, she's been staying on top of the fridge a lot. She's reminiscent of the Ceiling Cat, if anyone is familiar with this phenomenon.
After the first few days of Whiskey's arrival, she realized Whiskey was smaller and had duller claws than she. Whiskey is fascinated by the cats, thinking of them as slightly misshapen litter mates. Caspian has been surprisingly tolerant of the puppy, and while she did give Whiskey a whuppin', she didn't use her claws. They have a truce at the moment, reinforced by periodic hisses and swats from Caspian.
I was going to move on to our other cat, but it's time for ice cream. Next up - Teryx!
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Ears Lookin' At You, Kid
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