Post 1492: special Columbus edition…NOT!

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Dougy’s sleeping on his ottoman. Andy has an unfulfilled urge…!

Don’t do it Andy! Bad kitty!

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Andy sees a target so big, so fluffy, so close…. “Grrr! I’m gonna do it!” 

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Quicker than a smart phone shutter, Andy bops Dougy on the tail! The chase is on!

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(See. I told you this post had nothing to do with Columbus. Please notice how different these kitties look in different light. They are the same color. Andy was in the dark, and Dougy was in the light.)

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Post 1491: the eclipse was…AMAZING!!!

Dougy was under-whelmed by the hubbub leading up to The Event. What is an eclipse to a kitty boy but another reason to take a nap?

Andy, on the other hand, was out in the dining room watching me clear the mess off the table so I could write a check and have a clean space for my friend Craig and me to eat lunch after the eclipse.

Being a snoopy boy, Andy joined me on the table. Who knows? Maybe there’s another lost new kitty toy up there! He sees something of interest, you bet. Something in a plastic bag, one of Andy’s bad vices. I have to dispose of plastic bags as soon as possible or he will…

…try to nibble them.

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Of course, once I disposed of the bag (the glasses had to be set aside, too, before Andy chewed on them…), I had to give Andy a little loving to take his mind off the plastic bag!

And what of the eclipse? I took no photos because I knew a million better would be taken by people with proper tools. It was amazing! Please read my account to a friend in the page at the top labelled “The Eclipse”

Post 1490: Serendipity!

Andy knows better, but doesn’t care. The dining room table is a wonderful place to explore! Of course, in the process, he knocked things around.

I tried to straighten things up a little and stumbled on a big, wonderful kitty surprise! No, not a hairball, but a…

…Neko replacement toy in its original packing, a virgin toy! Andy got excited, of course, so we had a sweet little play session. Dougy came around for some, too!

Post 1489: eclipse day, so here’s a bunch of kitty photos to hold you over…

Dougy is tired of posing and being a pretty kitty boy…

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Andy’s not pleased taking Dougy’s place. He slips off to the guest bedroom. If I want to get glamour shots of the kitty boys today, I’ll have to be a lot sneakier.

 

 

Post 1488: I should be cleaning…!

Day before the eclipse…

…I ask Andy what he plans to do during the eclipse since many of you have asked about Andy and Dougy’s plans.

Andy wants to know what an eclipse is, so I explain. Don’t be frightened, Andy, it’s just legend that a big jaguar eats it!

Just in case, Andy will take precautionary measures!

Dougy’s plans are simple.

In the meantime, I should be cleaning since I invited a friend to come to town, perhaps stay overnight to avoid the traffic. The kitty boys pretty much claim the guest bedroom until I have guests, and they leave a mess!

Post 1487: pre-eclipse Caturday

Andy likes to perch here. When the total eclipse occurs on the 21st, what will be his reaction?

The best sources suggest he and Dougy will think it’s night and will have a midday nap! 

I will be outside observing it so may never know what the kitty boys are doing, in fact, but “taking a nap” probably covers it pretty well!

I’ll leave the walker by the open front door because Dougy likes to perch there. Who knows? Maybe they will enjoy the sudden drop in temperature, too, being fuzzballs!

Post 1486: after “kitty food time”, they beg for more…

I feed Andy* and Dougy** first, of course, then prepare my own breakfast.

They finish their kitty food, then come over to watch me fix my breakfast. It’s a regular scene out of “Oliver Twist”! [At this point, “Food, Glorious Food”, from the movie goes through my mind…!]

Dougy goes “Super Shaming” here. “Maybe there’s a crumb of spider, a gnat, or a dead fly under here…” He sucks in his tummy for dramatic effect, though I can’t see it because he is so furry.

LOL! What a dramatic performance, MacDougall! You should be in pictures! 

[*Andy is in the bottom three photos in the collage, and **Dougy is in the top two.]

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Post 1485: anxiety…

Dougy’s anxious. The recliner tends to slide around when I get up or sit down in it. Now it’s a bit too close for Dougy’s comfort.

More to the point, it’s too close when Andy’s perched on his favorite arm of the recliner, and Andy insists on perching there when Dougy’s on his ottoman! 

Boys! Boys! Boys! Wait a moment and I’ll push the recliner back so you both can enjoy your favorite furniture.

(Anxiety taken care of.)

Post 1484: A gift comes in the mail!

What’s up, Andy? Andy has a challenge to meet, but it requires some strategic thinking! He heard someone make noises outside the front door, and it turned out to be the USPS delivery person leaving a box! 

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He tried to get into the box, of course, even put his front paws inside it before he decided it wouldn’t work for a kitty of his size. (I think it would, but I’m not Andy!)

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Since he couldn’t get satisfaction with the box, he came over to me (see the foot?) to get some loving. After some nice “scritches”, I gave Andy kitty treats. He soon forgot the box.

But I didn’t! It held three jars of homemade jams made by my friend Deborah!

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Peach-hot pepper, rhubarb-ginger, and blueberry-ginger jams from Maine! I could eat them on just about any type bread, but scones seems like the best bet. I bought the missing ingredients I needed to make the recipe in the morning, knowing the jams were on the way. Not a moment too soon!

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Couldn’t wait! I had toasted English muffins with the peach-hot pepper jam for breakfast. Yum!  I’m saving the rest for those scones.

Thanks, Deborah! Andy may be disappointed with the box, but I enjoyed your peach-hot pepper jam a lot!

 

Post 1483: International Cat Wrestling…

Charles and André, Deborah’s Bombay kitties

My friend Deborah recently hosted grandchildren at her home, and they came up with an interesting game for  Deborah’s two cats.

I noticed that my grandson C. was pretty good at imitating the voices of sportscasters.  I told him he might have a future as a sportscaster but that by the time he was an adult all sports were liable to be broadcast on the Internet and that on the Internet cats rule!!! 

André Breton (Monsieur Moustache)

So we came up with the idea for Internet Cat Wrestling, governed by the IICWA (International Internet Cat Wrestling Association). 

Charles is a handsome black kitty!

Like all sports, the rules had to be codified, so while I was cooking dinner, C. and I made the rules. 

Some of them can only be read by him apparently, and there had to be exactly ten which got harder as the dinner making reached a crucial stage, but here are the ones I can decipher:

1) both awake
2) both in same room
4) only hand and mouth
7) cat can have a coach
10) sportsmanship at all times

Charles and R. are BFFFF’s (Best Fur Friend and Friend Forever)!

The game is played as a best of 10 rounds each day for a week and involves dangling their favorite cat toy (a multicolored felt wand on a pole) in front of them until one or the other traps it in their mouth or under their paw.

Seeing C. (just finished second grade) write down the rules inspired R. (mid-kindergarten) to write her own set of rules which seems to consist of a lot of “no”s only one of which I can decipher with certainty: “5. No C.” although “no shoes, no cats, no boot, and yes Mom” are strong candidates.

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André won the series, not surprisingly, as he is much more a game player than Charles.  André is quick on his paws and does not mind flying around to chase the wand, while Charles prefers to conserve his energy. 

For half brothers they are very different.  Charles does have the ability to get a grip with his mouth and not let go despite tugs from the referee but there are no points awarded for tenacity.

The Award Ceremony: André vs. Charles

At the end of the week, during our Camp Monster dinner party with their parents and A. and his wife in attendance, C. presented the awards: a fish for André The Vainquer and fish juice to Charles The Sportsmanship Winner (by default — the loser always gets the sportsmanship award).

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I hope you enjoyed this story from my friend Deborah! Her kitty boys are BFFF (Best Fur Friends Forever) of my kitty boys (Andy on recliner arm, and Dougy on floor), who were glad to have a day free of me nagging them to stand still for photos or “Do something… anything… interesting, dag nab it!”