Tag Archive for 'cats'

No Want!

No Want!

Katya gets involved in the party plan­ning. (Photo by Lisa)

More Pho­tos from our V.P. Debate Party »


To think that I feel guilty when our lit­tle ones’ dishes are empty, and they meow at me:

The sin­gle most effed up thing I’ve seen today.

Puppy vs. Kitty

We had our mov­ing sale this week­end, on our front stoop – and we even put Katya (our five-year old kitty) in her har­ness and leash, to walk around the yard.

So, today is cat day! May I present, “Puppy vs. Kitty”:

Say ‘no’ to MAX cat

max cat makes you vomitFYI: Our cat Katya started barf­ing after we switched canned cat food to MAX Cat Lite Chicken & Lamb, and now both cats won’t touch the stuff.

They weren’t raised dumb, you know…

X-mas in Buffalo

Ornament on the familial X-mas tree

Orna­ment on the famil­ial X-mas tree

Macy and Jeremy at Spot Coffee, Elmwood Ave.

Macy and Jeremy at Spot Cof­fee, Elm­wood Ave

Exhibit at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery

Exhibit at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery

Con­tinue read­ing ‘X-mas in Buffalo’

Temporary Digs

Due to the fire, we’ve taken up tem­po­rary digs at a friend’s apart­ment in All­ston. Plum-B is stay­ing in Maine for a while, and he didn’t need his room, which he offered to us for noth­ing in return.

His 3 room­mates (and house-kitten Alfie) have been truly gen­er­ous. And I’ve got a fel­low weblog­ger to talk CSS and XHTML with—Jason writes at yovanoff.com. And our cat Katya has another kit­ten to bully around.

Life can get pretty strange, but it’s oddly com­fort­ing know­ing that your friends can pull it together when you need them. Now, we’ve got to fig­ure out how to sue the pants off our landlord…

Fire, Part II

Fire photo albumIt took longer than expected to post pic­tures of the fire. Here are the details:

We had a lit­tle fire in our build­ing on Fri­day afternoon.

Fri­day, around noon, my girl­friend Pres­ley was at home… and she heard a bump—which she thought sounded like a neigh­bor drop­ping some­thing. Shortly there­after, the build­ing fire alarm went off and she approached the door. There was some smoke com­ing in.

So, she opened the door, and saw that the hall­way was filled with black smoke. She couldn’t tell where the fire was com­ing from, so she closed the door and called 911. They told her to stay put, and put a wet towel under the door.

She grabbed our cat Katya and put her in her crate, and opened the win­dows… wait­ing for the fire­men. Finally, 20 min­utes later, 4 guys came crash­ing through our door with axes and O2 masks, and checked to make sure she was okay. Of course she was, she just wanted to get the heck out of there.

Fire photo albumSo, they decided it was too dan­ger­ous to go out through the hall­way, so they started axing the heck out of our front win­dows, rip­ping the frames right out of the wall. They helped Pres­ley onto one of those lad­ders, and helped her walk down to safety. One of them car­ried the cat down too, who was remark­ably calm for a change.

Once she was on the ground, she called me, and I left work.

As far as we know, the cause of the fire was this:

The apart­ment next door to us was vacant for about a month—so they must’ve had trou­ble fill­ing it—so they decided to refin­ish the hard­wood floors. When con­trac­tors were sand­ing the polyurethane, they appar­ently didn’t turn off the gas. I’m not sure what the con­nec­tion was that started the fire, but the “bump” that Pres­ley felt was some kind of explo­sion. It could also be related to the polyurethane fumes and a lack of proper ventilation.

They had the entire block roped off, and as far as I know no peo­ple or pets were injured (includ­ing Pres­ley and Katya). The fire­men were really great, as were the Red Cross, EMTs and the city of Cam­bridge. With the excep­tion of glass, no win­dows, and smoke, we have no fire or water damage.

We stayed in a Bed & Break­fast for the week­end, and we are now stay­ing with friends—so we are set­tled and comfortable.

Time to look for a new apartment…


Big news in our lives at the moment—there was a fire in our build­ing and we had to move out while they clean up and rebuild.

I really wanted to post about it while I was stand­ing around on Mass Ave Fri­day, watch­ing the fire­men and EMTs. Time to set up Moblog­ging, I suppose.

Nobody was hurt, includ­ing our kit­ten Katya… more details to come, along with a photo album of the scene and the damage.

Disciplining Cats

Our kit­ten Katya is start­ing to piss me off. She is such a good kitty, usu­ally, how­ever I am amiss at how to dis­ci­pline her for bad behav­ior. Spilling glasses of water and knock­ing clut­ter off of a dresser while Pres­ley and I are asleep is some­thing I must make her fear.

Right now, we usu­ally remove her from the offend­ing envi­ron­ment, shout a stern “NO!”, and let her run off. Lately, this isn’t suf­fi­cient, so I’ve been giv­ing her a lit­tle swat on her ass, but she thinks that I’m play­ing a game. It’s all about atten­tion… she wants it, and knows how to get it.

So, today, I’m try­ing a dif­fer­ent tactic—I’m giv­ing her forced baths when she gives me atti­tude. It focuses her atten­tion for a while on clean­ing up and dry­ing off.

How do you dis­ci­pline kitty? Let me know below.

Snoozing Kitty

Well, I’m hav­ing trou­ble com­ing up with any­thing to post on this, the final Fri­day of Jan­u­ary. I so wish to thank God that the ther­mome­ter is up above freez­ing again. And, for this kit­ten named Katya. She makes all of this job­less stuff bearable.

Crystal Litter Pearl

On advice from Meg­nut, I bought our kit­ten Katya Crys­tal Lit­ter Pearl cat lit­ter. It’s so wierd, con­sid­er­ing I’ve never used any­thing else but dusty, odor-eater smelling lit­ter in 12+ years of cat own­er­ship. I fig­ured the sooner we switch the 8-month old Katya, the bet­ter. So, as soon as I poured the lit­tle white crys­tals into the pan, she was bat­ting them onto the hard­wood floors, and hav­ing a good time. I hope she doesn’t think this is a game, and not a place to pee.

UPDATE: When I got up this morn­ing, I saw that she had done #2. They’re unburied poops, they look pretty dried up and scoopable. I think I’ll go scoop them out.

Katya plays fetch

Our cat Katya is learn­ing to play fetch like a proper dog… She has this ten­nis wrist­band of mine that we call her “binky”, and she loves run­ning around with it in her mouth.

Recently we’ve been work­ing on “catch”—throwing this thing up in the air, and get­ting her to time it in order to catch it. She’s good.

So, today, I decided to start throw­ing the thing across the room, and BEHOLD! she brings it back, and sets it down in front of me.

Con­tinue read­ing ‘Katya plays fetch’

Updates 10/17/2002

I refreshed this rel­a­tively new site, because I haven’t liked it much… seemed a lit­tle dorky… Not that I’m not a dork, cos I am, but I mean the kind of dorky you don’t want to even look at.

So, gone are the long hor­i­zon­tal images of free­ways and pedes­trian crowds—and wel­come back yours truly. I’ll be adding some more pics for your ran­dom­iz­ing pleasure.

I also added lit­tle icons for each of the topic head­ings, (fea­tures, movies, etc.) Not sure if I like them.

Finally, a new Iden­tity! Those are sup­posed to be fish. Read into them as you will. Katya likes to eat fish… maybe that has some­thing to do with it.