So once again I go down to the fourth level
(sounds like something from a video game: You have now reached the fourth level!) to weigh myself this morning and what do I find - Firestar in the middle of the room, sitting like he's waiting for something - or someone. It isn't me, because he hardly gives me any notice. Just enough to let me know he'd rather I ignore him. Didn't have the camera with me at the time, but I returned and found that while he had shifted position, he was still waiting.
I think it's for rabbits. There is a warren of them nearby and they like to come to our yard where the play area used to be and eat grass and clover and such. Sometimes they come right up to the house. Possibly, Firestar is waiting for them to get close to the door so he can play the big "boo" on them. As long as he doesn't smash his face in the process.
Since I was down there with the camera I took a couple of shots. Son had taken some a couple of days ago, too. Here they are.
I appreciate you all doing this for me, but really, Bevie, when are you going to make your bed?
Now don't go ruining anything. I've got a plan.
Ah, shucks, Bevie! I knew you'd ruin it. Bunny's gone now.
Well, since you're here, why not get on the treadmill and walk? C'mon, it's easy. I'll show you. Lose that weight.
See? It's easy. Now, if I can just figure out how to turn the dang thing on.
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Music to Make the Cats go Wild
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
Amelia - Nickname 'Bratelia' since she gets into every draw, cabinet that she can put her paws in.
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“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!
Who needs a wickerwork basket when you can hop on a cushion and bask?
Rufus is clearly a cat to be reckoned with.
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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.
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7 comments:
I'm sure it's cheating to get Firestar to do your walking for you.
I don't think he'd like it much if I turned it on anyway.
On the treadmill we have I got on it and started to walk without turning it on. My cat got on it and we were walking for a while. Then he got bored and thought it would be more fun to watch Mom pack.
Too cute. I used to live across from an apartment that the balcony was an aviary. My cats loved lying in the windows and staring at the birds. And cats sure do love clean clothes!
Have you seen the video on the LOL Cats site where the cats are using a hamster wheel? (Well, it's larger than a real hamster wheel.) It's very funny to see them constantly knocking each other off of it by jumping on and running.
Sounds funny. I'll have to search it out.
Cats love to watch others work.
There IS a video on you tube with some treadmill running cats - perhaps this is the beginning for Firestar.
Maybe. But I'm worried about safety issues. After all, he's not connected to any automatic shut off switch like I am.
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