"I got it!"

Another story about my cats.

This time Shamrock. He just taught himself to play fetch. 'Bout
time. He stole the nose pads with a little black dot nose from one
of my pair of footies that have little kitty faces glued on to a
pompom head at the heel. Scarlett probably disconnected the pompom
from the footie (that's just so like her), and Shamrock dissected
the nose pad from the pompom face. I caught him batting it around,
picked it up to see what it was, and decided that since it's no
longer attached to the footie that it's now a cat toy, and flicked
it off of the couch to the floor. Shamrock let out a yowwl as he
dove off the couch to retrieve his prize, then brought it back.
Seeing this as an opportunity to tease him, I took the nose
assembly away from him (risking my own paw) and flicked it off the
couch again. Once again, he RROWWED as he dove after it before
Rhett or Scarlett could get it, and once again brought it back, and
set it on the couch next to me. He tried to act like he was playing
with it, while watching my hand closely for signs of interception.
Yup, you guessed it, I flicked it again. He AGAIN YeROWWWED as he
dove for it. It dawned on me that he was signaling the others that
"I GOT IT!!"

When he got bored of this game, he hid the nose apparatus
somewhere, no doubt to have it surface the next time he wants to
play.

--
Cheryl

On 2005-11-17 19:27:37 -0600, Cheryl said:

Another story about my cats.

This time Shamrock. He just taught himself to play fetch. 'Bout time.
He stole the nose pads with a little black dot nose from one of my pair
of footies that have little kitty faces glued on to a pompom head at
the heel. Scarlett probably disconnected the pompom from the footie
(that's just so like her), and Shamrock dissected the nose pad from the
pompom face. I caught him batting it around, picked it up to see what
it was, and decided that since it's no longer attached to the footie
that it's now a cat toy, and flicked it off of the couch to the floor.
Shamrock let out a yowwl as he dove off the couch to retrieve his
prize, then brought it back. Seeing this as an opportunity to tease
him, I took the nose assembly away from him (risking my own paw) and
flicked it off the couch again. Once again, he RROWWED as he dove after
it before Rhett or Scarlett could get it, and once again brought it
back, and set it on the couch next to me. He tried to act like he was
playing with it, while watching my hand closely for signs of
interception. Yup, you guessed it, I flicked it again. He AGAIN
YeROWWWED as he dove for it. It dawned on me that he was signaling the
others that "I GOT IT!!"

When he got bored of this game, he hid the nose apparatus somewhere, no
doubt to have it surface the next time he wants to play.

Sometimes it just has to be "the right" thing. Sounds like Shammy found
"his thang".

Cheryl wrote:
Another story about my cats.

This time Shamrock. He just taught himself to play fetch. 'Bout
time. He stole the nose pads with a little black dot nose from one
of my pair of footies that have little kitty faces glued on to a
pompom head at the heel. Scarlett probably disconnected the pompom
from the footie (that's just so like her), and Shamrock dissected
the nose pad from the pompom face. I caught him batting it around,
picked it up to see what it was, and decided that since it's no
longer attached to the footie that it's now a cat toy, and flicked
it off of the couch to the floor. Shamrock let out a yowwl as he
dove off the couch to retrieve his prize, then brought it back.
Seeing this as an opportunity to tease him, I took the nose
assembly away from him (risking my own paw) and flicked it off the
couch again. Once again, he RROWWED as he dove after it before
Rhett or Scarlett could get it, and once again brought it back, and
set it on the couch next to me. He tried to act like he was playing
with it, while watching my hand closely for signs of interception.
Yup, you guessed it, I flicked it again. He AGAIN YeROWWWED as he
dove for it. It dawned on me that he was signaling the others that
"I GOT IT!!"

When he got bored of this game, he hid the nose apparatus
somewhere, no doubt to have it surface the next time he wants to
play.

Fetching cats are so much fun. Nikki used o fetch when she was young.
Every night, after I'd gone to bed, she would bring me a toy into bed,
an I had to throw it for her, and she would fetch it for some time. She
never announced that she'd got it, though.

--
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

On Fri, 18 Nov 2005 08:16:15 +0200, Marina
yodeled:

Cheryl wrote:
Another story about my cats.

This time Shamrock. He just taught himself to play fetch. 'Bout
time. He stole the nose pads with a little black dot nose from one
of my pair of footies that have little kitty faces glued on to a
pompom head at the heel. Scarlett probably disconnected the pompom
from the footie (that's just so like her), and Shamrock dissected
the nose pad from the pompom face. I caught him batting it around,
picked it up to see what it was, and decided that since it's no
longer attached to the footie that it's now a cat toy, and flicked
it off of the couch to the floor. Shamrock let out a yowwl as he
dove off the couch to retrieve his prize, then brought it back.
Seeing this as an opportunity to tease him, I took the nose
assembly away from him (risking my own paw) and flicked it off the
couch again. Once again, he RROWWED as he dove after it before
Rhett or Scarlett could get it, and once again brought it back, and
set it on the couch next to me. He tried to act like he was playing
with it, while watching my hand closely for signs of interception.
Yup, you guessed it, I flicked it again. He AGAIN YeROWWWED as he
dove for it. It dawned on me that he was signaling the others that
"I GOT IT!!"

When he got bored of this game, he hid the nose apparatus
somewhere, no doubt to have it surface the next time he wants to
play.

Fetching cats are so much fun. Nikki used o fetch when she was young.
Every night, after I'd gone to bed, she would bring me a toy into bed,
an I had to throw it for her, and she would fetch it for some time. She
never announced that she'd got it, though.


Want Dante? Your arm will fall off.


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Make Levees, Not War

Kreisleriana wrote:

Want Dante? Your arm will fall off.

I hear you! Licorice (and Roxy, too, sometimes) will chase something I
throw, but they rarely bring stuff back to me. Once in a while, one of
them will pick something up I've thrown and trot back about 2 feet and
drop it on the floor, then look at me (20 feet away) expectantly. It's
like they have the general *idea* of returning an item, but don't quite
comprehend the importance of distance. It's more like a symbolic gesture.

Recently I was visiting some friends and I started playing fetch with
their dog. I'd throw the toy, he'd race for it, pick it up, and bring it
back to me, not merely dumping it at my feet, but actually tossing it
into my hands with his head. I remember thinking, that for all the
reasons I'm a cat person, "fetch" is a game that is far more rewarding
with a dog.

Joyce

On Fri 18 Nov 2005 11:01:32a, Kreisleriana wrote in
rec.pets.cats.anecdotes (news:7murn1tf2s9p46th0s2ps4u1boj4vlrrh5@
4ax.com):

Want Dante? Your arm will fall off.

As if you'd ever give him to me. LOL

--
Cheryl

Kreisleriana wrote:


Want Dante? Your arm will fall off.


LOL! Actually, Miranda fetches too, but not things. She likes string or
rope. I throw a piece of string, she fetches it and brings it to me to
throw again. She's such an odd little creature.

--
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

On 2005-11-18, Marina penned:
Fetching cats are so much fun. Nikki used o fetch when she was
young. Every night, after I'd gone to bed, she would bring me a toy
into bed, an I had to throw it for her, and she would fetch it for
some time. She never announced that she'd got it, though.

Oscar doesn't fetch, but she likes to chase. We have a little stuffed
animal dolphin just for this purpose. It goes flying through the air;
she scrambles after it, then ... stops and stares at me. I have to go
chase down the dolphin myself so that I can make it fly again.

Oscar has never figured out that she can carry things in her mouth.

--
monique, who spoils Oscar unmercifully

pictures: http://www.bounceswoosh.org/rpca

Cheryl wrote:
Another story about my cats.

This time Shamrock. He just taught himself to play fetch. 'Bout
time. He stole the nose pads with a little black dot nose from one
of my pair of footies that have little kitty faces glued on to a
pompom head at the heel. Scarlett probably disconnected the pompom
from the footie (that's just so like her), and Shamrock dissected
the nose pad from the pompom face. I caught him batting it around,
picked it up to see what it was, and decided that since it's no
longer attached to the footie that it's now a cat toy, and flicked
it off of the couch to the floor. Shamrock let out a yowwl as he
dove off the couch to retrieve his prize, then brought it back.
Seeing this as an opportunity to tease him, I took the nose
assembly away from him (risking my own paw) and flicked it off the
couch again. Once again, he RROWWED as he dove after it before
Rhett or Scarlett could get it, and once again brought it back, and
set it on the couch next to me. He tried to act like he was playing
with it, while watching my hand closely for signs of interception.
Yup, you guessed it, I flicked it again. He AGAIN YeROWWWED as he
dove for it. It dawned on me that he was signaling the others that
"I GOT IT!!"

When he got bored of this game, he hid the nose apparatus
somewhere, no doubt to have it surface the next time he wants to
play.

--
Cheryl

My cats don't fetch. They don't do anything smart, unless maybe I'm in
bed when they're doing it and never see it. I'm sure that's the case.
:-)
Don't have a cat story today, but a DH story that made me laugh. It's
been cold here. It's so hard to acclimate yourself to cold sheets
again! I was headed off to bed, and DH said, "Push Yoda over when you
go to bed. That way you get a really warm spot." I said, that's mean!

Sherry

On 2005-11-18, penned:

:-) Don't have a cat story today, but a DH story that made me laugh.
It's been cold here. It's so hard to acclimate yourself to cold
sheets again! I was headed off to bed, and DH said, "Push Yoda over
when you go to bed. That way you get a really warm spot." I said,
that's mean!


A friend of mine made a great back pain relief tool for herself -- a
tightly woven sock filled with rice and tied off. You heat it up in
the microwave, then apply sock to back. Ahhh.

I've adapted her tool for another use: bedwarmer. Just before I go to
bed, I heat the sock and put it under the covers. It gets things
started nicely, so that I don't have to use my body heat to unchill
the bed.

--
monique, who spoils Oscar unmercifully

pictures: http://www.bounceswoosh.org/rpca