Saturday, 27 June 2009

Theme Song Run-On

This is a hoot to watch!

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

What Goes Around Comes Around

When I brought Pips home last summer, after she quit all the hissing and growling at BB, she commenced to torment him mercilessly by jumping on him and chasing him. Now, BB hates contact when playing. He'll do the running and chasing thing, just don't tackle him or touch him. This will cause him to yell and scream and run away. (He is such a wimp! Especially since he outweighs Pips by a good 3 lbs.))

It often sounds like there is a one-sided cat fight in my house around midnight. Pips is rarin' to play and BB wants none of it. So I end up yelling at Pips, and sometimes resorting to the squirt bottle of water I have on hand for disciplinary purposes.

Now that Lila is a member of the household, it seems the tables have turned. Hee hee! I am taking great delight in watching this. And Lila is only eight weeks old... just wait till she is fully grown and able to really take on Pips.

Then we'll see who screams and runs!

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Actually, I have a feeling that Pips will really welcome a larger Lila to play with... one who will wrestle and run with her. Pips is not quite over the 'who the hell are you' hissy fits... almost but not quite.

Saturday, 13 June 2009

Odds and Sods

Aw! Cute baby bunny seen out the window in the front garden.
Do you think 'salad' when you look at this picture?


Pips is thinking, "Yes! RABBIT FOOD!"


Devil cat....


So not a good place to fall asleep! LMAO!!!

A L'il Attitude!

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Tuesday, 9 June 2009

Lila

I took Pips and BB in to the vet's for their annual check-ups and shots today.

I walked in with two cats... and out with three....

Meet Lila, a seven week old kitten - possibly with Siamese or Himalayan in her - mum cat was a stray brought in to the vet clinic, where she had five kittens on April 20th. Two like this, one brown tabby (like mum) and two greys. All rather fluffy. Mum cat is a medium haired cat so I am hoping Lila will be the same.


I have been toying with the idea of getting a third cat... someone for Pips to play with... someone a lot younger than BB, who really hates Pips' rough housing around kinda play. I've hummed and hawed about it, because it seems every animal I take home ends up costing me a fortune.



So I am keeping my fingers crossed that Lila will be hail and hearty and not cost me anything other than routine healthcare.

She is just so damn cute! She purrs up a storm, rubs her tiny face all over mine, and gnaws on my fingers. Very cuddly little thing!

Now Pips just needs to get over herself and quit all the hissing and growling. I would imagine in a few weeks they will be ripping around the house, playing and running and getting into all kinds of trouble! And hopefully leaving BB to relax in his dotage.


Sunday, 7 June 2009

Just because...

For no reason, other than I love her voice....


Saturday, 6 June 2009

My Old Man

He's a grumpy guy quite often now. He complains loud enough for everyone in the house to hear when one of the kids pisses him off.

He's getting a little grey on the top of his head and his memory ain't what it used to be. It isn't uncommon that he walks out of a room and then stands there, forgetting where he was going or what he was doing.

But he's still physically active and has a good amount of muscle, although his hair is a bit fly away and hard to manage. His appetite is great, he still has all his own teeth and doesn't have any arthritis to make him gimpy.


He does tend to puke quite often though.... and I find little bits of spit up in the oddest spots. I guess wherever he was sitting when the urge to purge strikes is where it gets deposited.


This is my cat BB - aka Blackbeard Bunnybutt. Quite the handle, isn't it? He is a Manx, with a stumpy tail. His markings dictate the 'Blackbeard' part of his name, as his chin is black. And the "Bunnybutt' part... well, Manx come in three varieties: longtails (look like just any other cat), stumpies (short tails) and rumpies (no tails). BB is a stumpy. His tail is about 4 vertebrae long, shaped like a downturned hook, and because he has long hair, it is a lovely little puff like a rabbit's tail. His mum was a longtail, his grandmother a rumpy and his dad a stumpy.

He's a rather handsome old guy and has been with me since the age of 7 weeks. On June 21st this year, he will turn 15. I think in cat years that makes him somewhere around 76 years old. I thought I was going to lose him 2 1/2 years ago when he was deathly ill with what turned out to be pancreatitis, but after spending 10 days in the vet's clinic, having exploratory surgery, a feeding tube in his neck and totally wiping out my bank account, he recovered and you'd never know he had had three paws in the great litter box in the sky.

He reads me well, as I do him. He has been through numerous moves - he's lived in Alberta, Texas, California, British Columbia and Manitoba, although he hates car rides and being put in a cat carrier will make him moo like a sick little cow, which only makes me laugh! He's also seen me through a number of relationships. He will always come to comfort me when I am sad and sleeps on my bed every single night.

He's gotten less picky with food in his old age, which seems to be rather backwards, but it makes my life easier! He always, always uses the litter box. He loves catnip. He comes running when I sing to the radio and wants to be picked up. Drinking water out of the bathroom sink is one of his fave things and if you pour some slowly out of a glass, he will play and bite and splash in it for as long as you will cooperate.

I have no idea how long he will continue to live. I pretty much consider the past couple of years as bonus time with him, so if he lives another two or three, so much the better. He certainly isn't showing any signs of slowing down at this point in time.