Tag Archive for 'cats'
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.
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”:
They weren’t raised dumb, you know…
Ornament on the familial X-mas tree
Macy and Jeremy at Spot Coffee, Elmwood Ave
Exhibit at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery
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…
It 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.
So, 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.