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Harri Roadcat can play as energetically as any of the other kitties, but
it seems she wants to maintain her dignity and hold on to her "Tough Girl Kitty" image. After all, a Trucking Kitty wouldn't be seen flinging a fluffy mouse all over the house. I stopped at a local pet store yesterday for some cat food and Feliway diffuser refills. While I was there I picked up another tub of catnip and a package of mouse toys. When I got home I got some of the mouse toys and noticed that they squeak if you squeeze them hard enough. Ranger really got in to the mouse toys, and I tossed one over to Harri. She batted it around a bit, but just sort of half-heartedly. Since I had just gotten home I headed into the bedroom to unload my cell phone, pager, wallet, and all the other crap I have to carry with me. While I was so occupied, I heard rapid-fire squeaks coming from the living room. Ok, Ranger must be really enjoying his mouse toy. Nope, Ranger is right here attacking my feet. Let's sneak quietly down the hallway and see who is playing. There's Harri Roadcat, rolled over on her back with a mouse toy between her paws, squeezing and swatting and biting away. She was enjoying herself with the kind of abandon that kittens should always enjoy. But as soon as she saw me watching, she rolled over and resumed half-heartedly swatting at the toy. She likes to play with it, but she doesn't want to be seen doing so. What a silly girl! |
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On Tue, 25 Oct 2005 17:22:38 -0700, Dan M yodeled:
y of the other kitties, but it seems she wants to maintain her dignity and hold on to her "Tough Girl Kitty" image. After all, a Trucking Kitty wouldn't be seen flinging a fluffy mouse all over the house. LOL! She's a woman of the world! Theresa Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com Make Levees, Not War |
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![]() "Dan M" wrote in message news ![]() Harri Roadcat can play as energetically as any of the other kitties, but it seems she wants to maintain her dignity and hold on to her "Tough Girl Kitty" image. After all, a Trucking Kitty wouldn't be seen flinging a fluffy mouse all over the house. I stopped at a local pet store yesterday for some cat food and Feliway diffuser refills. While I was there I picked up another tub of catnip and a package of mouse toys. When I got home I got some of the mouse toys and noticed that they squeak if you squeeze them hard enough. Ranger really got in to the mouse toys, and I tossed one over to Harri. She batted it around a bit, but just sort of half-heartedly. Since I had just gotten home I headed into the bedroom to unload my cell phone, pager, wallet, and all the other crap I have to carry with me. While I was so occupied, I heard rapid-fire squeaks coming from the living room. Ok, Ranger must be really enjoying his mouse toy. Nope, Ranger is right here attacking my feet. Let's sneak quietly down the hallway and see who is playing. There's Harri Roadcat, rolled over on her back with a mouse toy between her paws, squeezing and swatting and biting away. She was enjoying herself with the kind of abandon that kittens should always enjoy. But as soon as she saw me watching, she rolled over and resumed half-heartedly swatting at the toy. She likes to play with it, but she doesn't want to be seen doing so. What a silly girl! That is so funny! I'll enjoy playing with it, but won't let you watch me, so you will continue to think I am dignified...silly kitty girl. |
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Dan M wrote:
But as soon as she saw me watching, she rolled over and resumed half-heartedly swatting at the toy. She likes to play with it, but she doesn't want to be seen doing so. Aww, she's trying to act cool. It reminds me of Frank's dad, Pantern. On his last summer out on the island, when he was nearly blind, I once gave him one of Nikki's voles that she hadn't eaten herself. Pantern was a great hunter in his day, but that summer he hadn't caught anything, maybe his hearing was going as well as his sight. He was sitting in front of my mother's house, and I set down the vole in front of him. He just looked at me, then at the vole, then looked away (don't how much he actually saw). I thought, oh great, he's not the least interested. I started walking back down to my shack. A few steps down the path, I looked back, and saw Pantern happily throwing the vole into the air and then pouncing on it! Then he noticed that I'd stopped and was watching him, and he stopped playin and looked away from the vole again. I turned my back again and walked a few steps, then carefully turned back to look. Pantern was playing with the vole again! Then he realised I was watching again, and he stopped and tried to look bored. So I went down to my shack and left Pantern to play with the vole. This is a very fond memory of Pantern. He died of stomach cancer the following winter, but I'm so happy I could give him at least those short moments of happiness. His whole body radiated pure joy when he could play with 'his' prey just that one more time. -- Marina, Frank, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Nikki. marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/ and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki |
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![]() Aww, she's trying to act cool. It reminds me of Frank's dad, Pantern. On his last summer out on the island, when he was nearly blind, I once gave him one of Nikki's voles that she hadn't eaten herself. Pantern was a great hunter in his day, but that summer he hadn't caught anything, maybe his hearing was going as well as his sight. He was sitting in front of my mother's house, and I set down the vole in front of him. He just looked at me, then at the vole, then looked away (don't how much he actually saw). I thought, oh great, he's not the least interested. I started walking back down to my shack. A few steps down the path, I looked back, and saw Pantern happily throwing the vole into the air and then pouncing on it! Then he noticed that I'd stopped and was watching him, and he stopped playin and looked away from the vole again. I turned my back again and walked a few steps, then carefully turned back to look. Pantern was playing with the vole again! Then he realised I was watching again, and he stopped and tried to look bored. So I went down to my shack and left Pantern to play with the vole. This is a very fond memory of Pantern. He died of stomach cancer the following winter, but I'm so happy I could give him at least those short moments of happiness. His whole body radiated pure joy when he could play with 'his' prey just that one more time. AWwww. Happy sweet tears. |
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I turned my back again and walked a few steps, then carefully turned
back to look. Pantern was playing with the vole again! Then he realised I was watching again, and he stopped and tried to look bored. So I went down to my shack and left Pantern to play with the vole. This is a very fond memory of Pantern. He died of stomach cancer the following winter, but I'm so happy I could give him at least those short moments of happiness. His whole body radiated pure joy when he could play with 'his' prey just that one more time. It's so wonderful that you were able to give him that enjoyment. |
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What a lovely story! Thanks, Marina.
Best wishes, Polonca and Soncek Marina wrote: Dan M wrote: But as soon as she saw me watching, she rolled over and resumed half-heartedly swatting at the toy. She likes to play with it, but she doesn't want to be seen doing so. Aww, she's trying to act cool. It reminds me of Frank's dad, Pantern. snip So I went down to my shack and left Pantern to play with the vole. This is a very fond memory of Pantern. He died of stomach cancer the following winter, but I'm so happy I could give him at least those short moments of happiness. His whole body radiated pure joy when he could play with 'his' prey just that one more time. -- Marina, Frank, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Nikki. marina (dot) kurten (at) iki (dot) fi Pics at http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/frankiennikki/ and http://community.webshots.com/user/frankiennikki |
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Dan M wrote:
Harri Roadcat can play as energetically as any of the other kitties, but it seems she wants to maintain her dignity and hold on to her "Tough Girl Kitty" image. After all, a Trucking Kitty wouldn't be seen flinging a fluffy mouse all over the house. What a silly girl! Of course not! Persia doesn't like me to watch her when she's playing, either, *except* when she expects me to throw something for her. If I'm otherwise occupied I get an indignant stare and sometimes a meow... hey you, slave! Why aren't you paying attention? Bend to my will, NOW! Jill |
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Of course not! Persia doesn't like me to watch her when she's playing,
either, *except* when she expects me to throw something for her. If I'm otherwise occupied I get an indignant stare and sometimes a meow... hey you, slave! Why aren't you paying attention? Bend to my will, NOW! Jill Ranger, on the other hand, couldn't care less! When I was in the truck with Harri we had a big purple mouse we used to play with. Harri liked it ok, but it wasn't one of her favorite toys. When we brought all the kitty stuff in out of the truck, Ranger was thrilled with Purple Mouse! He will pick up Purple Mouse and run out into the yard with him, come running back into the house a while later with Purple Mouse still in his mouth, and when he stops to eat kibble he drops Purple Mouse in the feeder and eats out of the other side. When he comes running into the living room with Purple Mouse he frequently throws Mouse across the room (it's amazing the distance he can get), and fairly often ends up throwing Purple Mouse into my lap or bouncing him off my leg. He doesn't care at all that he's being watched. Dan |
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Marina wrote:
It reminds me of Frank's dad, Pantern. On his last summer out on the island, when he was nearly blind, I once gave him one of Nikki's voles that she hadn't eaten herself. [snip] His whole body radiated pure joy when he could play with 'his' prey just that one more time. That's a wonderful memory to have. -- Wayne M (indulged by Will and Heidi) |
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