Kreisleriana
December 18th 05, 04:04 AM
On Sat, 17 Dec 2005 20:03:16 -0600, Mark Edwards
> yodeled:
>
>Little Boy has started displaying his personality, and it's pure
>hoolicat.
>
>He is somewhere around two years old, judging by his face, so he's
>still very near his kittenhood. Emphasis on the "hood" part (grin).
>
>In the morning, he likes to run back and forth between the back room
>and the front room. Over and over and over. We don't know why. At
>least he doesn't run into walls like that dog in the sitcom.
>
>When he uses the littler box, he digs all of the previous deposits out
>of the box, and onto the floor. Then leaves a big empty spot in the
>litter box, that used to be covered with litter. The other cats really
>hate this.
>
>Little Boy has been TRYING to involve Little Feet in a game of chase.
>This means that Little Boy starts chasing Little Feet, who runs away,
>and then hides under something. Every now and then, I do see Little
>Feet swat at Little Boy, but I can't tell if it's to get even or to
>play back.
>
>Little Boy's favorite spot is atop the cat tree next to the hallway.
>
>From here, he reaches out and grabs anyone who walks by, and demands
>pets, skritches, and tummy rubs. Sometimes he springs the tummy trap
>with claws (gently), but most of the time with headbutts and purrs.
>
>In the evening and morning, when I gave him his Clavamox (for the
>abscess on his leg), he started running away and hiding after being
>dosed. So I started cuddling him and telling him what a good boy he is
>afterwards, and he doesn't run away now. He had his last dose tonight,
>so yay!
>
>I had opened a 25-pound bag of cat food to dump into the food bin.
>This really fascinated Little Boy. After I put the empty bag on the
>floor, he climbed inside the bag and played. He saw the string from
>opening the bag, and began batting at it. So I started teasing him
>with the string.
>
>Around here, when one cat plays, they all play. Inside of seconds, I
>had Buster, Little Feet and Dulce Mae wanting to play with the string
>as well. It was a grand free for all, and only by being VERY careful,
>did I keep Dulce Mae from pounding Little Boy.
>
>Well, later that night, I heard little claws in the carpet noises by
>the back door.
>
>Carefully, I looked around the corner, and Little Boy was sitting in
>front of the string. Every now and then, he would look around, then he
>would pounce the string. He'd stop, look around again, then repeat.
>
>I couldn't help snickkering at this behavior, at which time he sat
>back just a few more inches, and gave me an "I am SOOOO totally
>innocent" look.
>
>This morning, Senyah and I woke up, but didn't get out of bed.
>Saturdays are NICE for lazing about and cuddling. Little Feet is still
>dozing above my pillow, and Dulce Mae is at my feet.
>
>Little Boy decides to come join us.
>
>Little Boy stations himself between out pillows. He sniffs Little Feet
>who ignores him. Little Boy sticks his head under the blanket, the
>pulls it out and gives Senyah a "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!?"
>look.
>
>Senyah just tells him, "Don't worry, I'm not hurting him," and Little
>Boy settles down right next to little Feet and tries to snooze,
>although he does give Senyah an accusing glare now and then...
>
>Later this morning, Buster and Little Boy are standing in the door to
>the kitchen. Both have grey stripes, although Little Boy has a lot
>more brown fur, and no white on his paws. They look at me, then at
>each other, and back at me. I ask, "Excuse me, but are you two
>related?"
>
>No answer, but I wouldn't be at all surprised...
>
>
>Hugs and Purrs,
>Mark
He sounds like a riot!
Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
Make Levees, Not War
> yodeled:
>
>Little Boy has started displaying his personality, and it's pure
>hoolicat.
>
>He is somewhere around two years old, judging by his face, so he's
>still very near his kittenhood. Emphasis on the "hood" part (grin).
>
>In the morning, he likes to run back and forth between the back room
>and the front room. Over and over and over. We don't know why. At
>least he doesn't run into walls like that dog in the sitcom.
>
>When he uses the littler box, he digs all of the previous deposits out
>of the box, and onto the floor. Then leaves a big empty spot in the
>litter box, that used to be covered with litter. The other cats really
>hate this.
>
>Little Boy has been TRYING to involve Little Feet in a game of chase.
>This means that Little Boy starts chasing Little Feet, who runs away,
>and then hides under something. Every now and then, I do see Little
>Feet swat at Little Boy, but I can't tell if it's to get even or to
>play back.
>
>Little Boy's favorite spot is atop the cat tree next to the hallway.
>
>From here, he reaches out and grabs anyone who walks by, and demands
>pets, skritches, and tummy rubs. Sometimes he springs the tummy trap
>with claws (gently), but most of the time with headbutts and purrs.
>
>In the evening and morning, when I gave him his Clavamox (for the
>abscess on his leg), he started running away and hiding after being
>dosed. So I started cuddling him and telling him what a good boy he is
>afterwards, and he doesn't run away now. He had his last dose tonight,
>so yay!
>
>I had opened a 25-pound bag of cat food to dump into the food bin.
>This really fascinated Little Boy. After I put the empty bag on the
>floor, he climbed inside the bag and played. He saw the string from
>opening the bag, and began batting at it. So I started teasing him
>with the string.
>
>Around here, when one cat plays, they all play. Inside of seconds, I
>had Buster, Little Feet and Dulce Mae wanting to play with the string
>as well. It was a grand free for all, and only by being VERY careful,
>did I keep Dulce Mae from pounding Little Boy.
>
>Well, later that night, I heard little claws in the carpet noises by
>the back door.
>
>Carefully, I looked around the corner, and Little Boy was sitting in
>front of the string. Every now and then, he would look around, then he
>would pounce the string. He'd stop, look around again, then repeat.
>
>I couldn't help snickkering at this behavior, at which time he sat
>back just a few more inches, and gave me an "I am SOOOO totally
>innocent" look.
>
>This morning, Senyah and I woke up, but didn't get out of bed.
>Saturdays are NICE for lazing about and cuddling. Little Feet is still
>dozing above my pillow, and Dulce Mae is at my feet.
>
>Little Boy decides to come join us.
>
>Little Boy stations himself between out pillows. He sniffs Little Feet
>who ignores him. Little Boy sticks his head under the blanket, the
>pulls it out and gives Senyah a "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!?"
>look.
>
>Senyah just tells him, "Don't worry, I'm not hurting him," and Little
>Boy settles down right next to little Feet and tries to snooze,
>although he does give Senyah an accusing glare now and then...
>
>Later this morning, Buster and Little Boy are standing in the door to
>the kitchen. Both have grey stripes, although Little Boy has a lot
>more brown fur, and no white on his paws. They look at me, then at
>each other, and back at me. I ask, "Excuse me, but are you two
>related?"
>
>No answer, but I wouldn't be at all surprised...
>
>
>Hugs and Purrs,
>Mark
He sounds like a riot!
Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
Make Levees, Not War