Tuesday, March 24, 2009
So, I had to run a new scan of my computer this morning. Downloaded SpyBot's SpotZilla software. It found 44 instances of spyware and other malicious things. The worst came from our MixCraft music software which Son uses to create wonderful music. (In order to remove all of these things I had to pay $10. Didn't like doing it, but I didn't like having the junk either. So now we're "protected" for a year. Right. Thought my current security software was supposed to protect us.)
Anyway, Firestar loves to watch the computer screen. I find this interesting because he shows no interest for the television screen. He'll occassionally look at it, if an unusual sound is made, but otherwise he ignores it. The computer, however, seems to fascinate him to no end. I suppose it's because the computer monitor virtually never shows people. I don't know.
I do know he spent about an hour with me this morning watching. Then we both got tired of watching the screen and left.
Firestar has the most wonderfully expressive face. Sometimes it's wonderfully inexpressive. Those are the times he just sits across the room and picks someone to stare at. It can be most disconcerting sometimes.
This morning I need to clear out my throat. So I got a drink of water and gargle. I turned and saw Firestar staring at me with one of those, "Just what the h*ll do you think you're doing", looks.
He's been my buddy lately. Not sure why. But he will come and walk across my chest, rub my face with his (I do this to him, too), then settle down in the crook of my arm. Should I get up and move to another room, often he will follow. So I've taken to letting him know if I plan on returning soon, or inviting him to come along if not. Right now he's in the rocker just behind me.
Tara - Nick name 'ity-bit' because she's so tiny - just over 6 pounds. She's the most skittish of all my babies and even when being petted has the 'pet me, no don't pet me' look
“She’s got tuna. I know she’s got tuna.”
“Shut up, Sethra. Stay on mission.”
“What’s the mission? I thought the mission was to get tuna.”
“No, you stupid fluffbrain—it’s to escape and become outdoor cats, walking by ourselves, on our wild lone, waving our tails.”
“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”
“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
“You do it, Aliera. I’d rather mess with her stuff.”
“Will you GET OVER that fixation on her wristwatch?”
“I like the feel of the Velcro on my paws. Hey! That reminds me. We’ve been declawed. How are we going to survive as outdoor cats?”
“New plan coming up….”
“What’s the big deal about being outside cats? Even StalkerCat, who used to hang around and chat us up, is a house cat now and loving it. We’ve got it made—food, petting, toys, valet service for the litter box, and we get to sleep on her bed twenty hours a day. And we can stick our noses up to the window and smell anything interesting going on outside. Why ruin a perfect situation?”
“Sethra, have you no sense of adventure? No curiosity? No cattitude? We were meant to live wild and free, to stalk and slay our prey, to be mistresses of the night!”
“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!
“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”
At 8, you'd think Mikey would understand that he's a carnivore. But, no, he's rather fond of the shrubbery! At 20+ pounds, the veggie-enhanced diet is likely mitigated by a love for long naps on a warm comforter, wet cat food, begging at the table, and a nice lap to drape himself upon in the evening. And he drools when he's happy, which may or may not mean there's a Siamese ancestor lurking in the old dna.
What? Green teeth attract mice!
What? Green teeth attract mice!
Firestar is a tough cat. He has to be, living in Minnesota. He takes care of his family: wife, husband and their son. This was recently proven by his daring capture of yet another mouse in the house. Foolish rodents. They never learn. When not engaged in derring do, Firestar naps, looks out the window and sleeps. Firestar was born in April of 2006.