Tag Archive for 'cats'

No Want!

No Want!

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

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Kittens

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…

Fire!

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.