Last night the itching from my poison ivy kept me up until 3 a.m. (in spite of the danged steroid shot and anti-itch cream).
It was interesting to see the various combination of cats change at different times during the night. I can only wonder if that happens every night without my knowledge. Relationships that do not exist in the daytime apparently change after I retire for the evening.
I began my attempt at slumber with Colette on my head, Henderson by my side, and Jacob on my feet. Later, Alex replaced Henderson, which was interesting, because she and Jacob do not like to be near each other (they are the two alphas- Alex the household/female alpha and Jacob the male alpha who wants to also be the household alpha, but has not been dumb enough to fully challenge her because he would get hurt). Later, Sally and Bosco replaced Jacob. Eventually noone was on the bed with me until 6:30 when Henderson acted as my alarm clock- by standing on my bladder- a definite way to wake me up!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Jacob helped pack my lunch...
... today, or maybe the correct term would be UNpack.
I had put my "Fast Frank" hot dog in my bag and was going through my final preparations to leave this morning when he stuck his head in my lunch bag, pulled the hot dog out, and started to run away!
He is such a stinker. And this reminded me of something Thistle did once. Scott and I were sitting on the floor at the coffee table eating dinner one night (hot dogs) when Thistle snuck up and grabbed his hot dog out of the bun and started eating it. Neither one of us saw her do it- it was a stealth attack.
I like to see him act like a normal mischevious little cat, with no other cares in the world. He had such a smile on his face- until I took the hot dog away.
I had put my "Fast Frank" hot dog in my bag and was going through my final preparations to leave this morning when he stuck his head in my lunch bag, pulled the hot dog out, and started to run away!
He is such a stinker. And this reminded me of something Thistle did once. Scott and I were sitting on the floor at the coffee table eating dinner one night (hot dogs) when Thistle snuck up and grabbed his hot dog out of the bun and started eating it. Neither one of us saw her do it- it was a stealth attack.
I like to see him act like a normal mischevious little cat, with no other cares in the world. He had such a smile on his face- until I took the hot dog away.
Friday, May 15, 2009
While I was gone...
... the cats took turns hiding from their Mee-Maw Pat, making her frantically search the whole house for them every day.
Lucy hid from her yesterday morning, and I got to entertain all my fellow airline passengers when I was giving mom tips on how to entice her out of her hiding spot (which I can't ever find myself). The people sitting around me must have been fellow cat lovers, because they really chuckled.
Last night I think they all took turns sleeping on my head. And Jacob spent the night energetically pulling books and screeching.
Then the usual concerto began at 6 a.m.- the one that is made of up eight cat voices yowling for me to get up and fill food/water bowls- even though they are nowhere near empty. It always amuses me as well to be escorted by eight cats from the bedroom to the kitchen.
I think they missed me.
Lucy hid from her yesterday morning, and I got to entertain all my fellow airline passengers when I was giving mom tips on how to entice her out of her hiding spot (which I can't ever find myself). The people sitting around me must have been fellow cat lovers, because they really chuckled.
Last night I think they all took turns sleeping on my head. And Jacob spent the night energetically pulling books and screeching.
Then the usual concerto began at 6 a.m.- the one that is made of up eight cat voices yowling for me to get up and fill food/water bowls- even though they are nowhere near empty. It always amuses me as well to be escorted by eight cats from the bedroom to the kitchen.
I think they missed me.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Alex
Today is my Sweetie girl's birthday! She's nine years old. Seems like only yesterday that I was holding her in my hand and bottle feeding her.
Happy Birthday, Sweetie!
Happy Birthday, Sweetie!
Adventures of a baby grackle
We have a nest of baby grackles in the corner of the warehouse. Monday morning the guys came in and told me that one of the babies had fallen out onto the floor of the warehouse. I called the bird rescue lady here in Memphis and she told me to just put him back in the nest.
I have vertigo, but I had my brother run me up on the forklift to replace him, as none of the "men" were wiling to do it but my 71-year-old father! The nest is probably at least 25 ft. high. We also put soft cushiony material under the nest just in case he fell again.
The bird stayed in the nest until Wednesday morning, when I found him again on the floor. He was noticeably bigger, and he obviously recognized me, as he never tried to peck me and he looked at me with an expression like, "oh, hey, how ya doin'?" We put him back. That same afternoon, I had already left for the day when my brother called and said, "come back, your bird fell again." SIGH. This time, I put him back up there and attempted to barricade the nest with a box.
This morning? When I came in and went out to check on things? There he was again! Even bigger and still looking at me with that same cute expression. Not knowing how long he had been down there, I fed him some cat food, as the bird people said I could. When the guys came in, they again ran me to the top of the warehouse. This time, however, I put up a barricade of THREE boxes, duct tape, etc. and there is practically no way he can escape. If he does? Well, then he will have obviously wanted to commit suicide.
He is really cute. Never bit me. Had the good manners to never poop on me, either. What a gentleman.
What I learned is that the "you can't return them to the nest if they fall" sentiment is an old wive's tale. You can. Birds reportedly have a bad sense of smell and will welcome their offspring back. You also have to keep them warm until you return them to the nest. I held my little grackle buddy (aka Bubblebutt) in my hand against my chest.
God bless the animals.
I have vertigo, but I had my brother run me up on the forklift to replace him, as none of the "men" were wiling to do it but my 71-year-old father! The nest is probably at least 25 ft. high. We also put soft cushiony material under the nest just in case he fell again.
The bird stayed in the nest until Wednesday morning, when I found him again on the floor. He was noticeably bigger, and he obviously recognized me, as he never tried to peck me and he looked at me with an expression like, "oh, hey, how ya doin'?" We put him back. That same afternoon, I had already left for the day when my brother called and said, "come back, your bird fell again." SIGH. This time, I put him back up there and attempted to barricade the nest with a box.
This morning? When I came in and went out to check on things? There he was again! Even bigger and still looking at me with that same cute expression. Not knowing how long he had been down there, I fed him some cat food, as the bird people said I could. When the guys came in, they again ran me to the top of the warehouse. This time, however, I put up a barricade of THREE boxes, duct tape, etc. and there is practically no way he can escape. If he does? Well, then he will have obviously wanted to commit suicide.
He is really cute. Never bit me. Had the good manners to never poop on me, either. What a gentleman.
What I learned is that the "you can't return them to the nest if they fall" sentiment is an old wive's tale. You can. Birds reportedly have a bad sense of smell and will welcome their offspring back. You also have to keep them warm until you return them to the nest. I held my little grackle buddy (aka Bubblebutt) in my hand against my chest.
God bless the animals.
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