Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Friday, August 10, 2007

Crash, Boom, Bang!

These should be common sounds to a father of a three year old and a 6 year old, and , for the most part, it is.  At 11:30 at night it is a little unsettling though.  I can hear them run, slide across the floor, and then crash into something.  They are climbing all over the furniture, knocking stuff over, and making a big mess.  Oh, , , not my kids, the cats! 

If you remember from long ago, my cat, Chopstick, was pregnant.  She had two kittens and one had to be put to sleep due to a birth defect.  At our daughter's request, we decided to keep the other one, Wasabi. 

Wasabi is now a couple of months old and just learning that he can jump really high onto things.  Kittens, not unlike human children, think just because they can do something that they should.  Again like human children, they are incredibly clumsy.  On its own, it can be somewhat humerous to watch this ball of fur jump for and miss targets.  Oh, but Wasabi has help.

Chopstick, like any good cat mother, is teaching her kitten how to survive in the wild.  This means that the lessons include fighting, pouncing, sneek attacks, and high speed chases.  Wasabi is a very quick study and practices his lessons every waking hour.  When petting him, he attacks your hand.  When walking, he attacks your feet.  When still, he attacks something to make you move so he can attack it. 

This is very fun to watch.  The fight scenes are something that the Matrix creators only dreamed of choreographing.  changes of direction mid air, death defying leaps, running full speed into a wall only to go up the wall instead of crash.  Yes, it is an action movie every night and the entire house is the set.

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Speerit

My daughter, just learning to write and loving to draw, loves making these picture filled notes with cryptic(because of completely phonetic spelling) messages.  Friday, our cat had two kittens.  One of them had a problem with its umbilical chord and the vet said that there was nothing they could do.  It was put to sleep.  Naturally, my daughter created a picture filled note.  It contained the whole family, our cat, and the two kittens.  It also had a gravestone with "speerit" on it and a cat being carried to heaven by an angel.  There was someone else on there and I asked my daughter about the picture.  She said that she named the cat "speerit" because it was dead and a spirit.  The angel was carrying him to heaven to see Jesus (the other figure).  The note at the bottom said that she was drawing our family and that one of the kittens died (although not spelled anything like I just did). 

Chopstick (our cat) and the kitten are both doing fine.  Ashli took the kittens death pretty hard, but luckily there was another one and that got her mind off of it quickly. 

Read and post comments | Send to a friend

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Homecoming

On Friday afternoon, I settled in for a nap only to be aroused by my wife.  She said the only words that could have gotten me out of the bed at the time:  Chopstick is back. 

A little over a month ago as my daughter was going out the door to catch the bus, the cat slipped out the door.  This was only witnessed by a girl at the bus stop, and she only revealed it after several hours of waterboarding.  We stood out in the yard and called her, we scoured the neighborhood asking looking and asking kids.  With no sign of her anywhere I resigned myself to the fact that she was gone.  Either catnapped or hit by a car on the busy street we live on.  My family was sad.  I did not realize how much I missed her until, oneday, I took the ring of of the milk jug and went to through it on the floor for her to play with and she wasn't there.

Friday she came home.  She was thin, muscular, and filthy.  Her coat was no longer soft and her back nails were in pretty bad condition.  She was sans collar and looked to have a dandruff problem.  We spent the better part of the evening cleaning her up, got her a new collar with an I.D. tag, and fed her.  Three days later and her coat is starting to soften up, the dandruff is gone, and she is putting her weight back on. 

 

 

Read and post comments | Send to a friend