Dougy is enjoying a private moment — taking a bath! — when his brother Andy pops up to interrupt the mood. Dougy gives him the “Staggering Stink Eye of Mean Thoughts”, and Andy scurries back to the safety of his favorite hidey hole, the carrier with the soft pillow.
Really, Andy! Really!!
Andy slipped into the top carrier to take a snooze.
Dougy has the same idea, but wants the same carrier as Andy. He could have the bottom one, but that’s not the one Andy has. Cat logic!
Andy has a different point of view: Dougy can scat!
Andy gives Dougy the “Dagger Eyes of Kitty Death”, and Dougy hops on the arm of the recliner…!
“And stay there, you kittycat!” Andy is adamant.
I noticed Andy was very interested the other day in a potato bag that was hanging part way over the counter. Though neither Andy nor Dougy hops up on the counters — just about the only naughty thing they don’t do! — they do notice things. In the video, Andy satisfies his curiosity about the bag:
I’ve removed the temptation so Andy doesn’t accidentally chew on the bag and swallow plastic. (Please excuse the dirty floor, too. I hadn’t vacuumed yet, and, until I watched the video, I hadn’t noticed how really, really dirty it is!)
I can’t think of a better way to spend a cold (8°F/ -13.3°C) morning than just hangin’!
Yes, Andy, Dougy, and I are doing just about nothing. The cat brothers ate their yummy trout/salmon wet cat food, cleaned up, then took their posts in the front room. I haven’t had breakfast yet, but wrapped myself in my comforter to watch a little television or the cats, whichever gave more entertainment!
Dougy on his favorite ottoman, Andy on the cat lounger, and their cardboard playground on the left. (Today, though, they didn’t want to play just yet. I wanted to get a video of it. Maybe later.)
Yeah, Dougy gets very upset if Andy or I try to use the ottoman. He chases and beats Andy up and just gives me the eye till I move my feet. He is a regular tyrant!
“You don’t plan on putting your big feet on my ottoman, do you?!”
Of course, I move my feet. Dougy doesn’t put up with intrusions on his space!
“Shhhh! Don’t upset Dougy, Andy!”
“Unh oh… Dougy’s stirring!”
“Dougy has left the auditorium.” Yes, my little rock’em sock’em star decides to take a hike.
Dougy takes the cat highway.
The boys could walk straight through the front room to the fountain or feeding station, but they prefer to hop on top of the recliner, jump over to either my computer chair or the computer desk, then leap to the settee.
The blue carrier that’s Andy’s personal territory is on the settee, so Dougy, of course, likes to hop onto that so his stink is there to upset his brother, then jump to the floor on the opposite side to get a drink. Of course, sometimes he leaps from the settee to the cat tree.
When Andy leaves the room, he’ll follow a similar route, starting with a leap from the lounger to the top of the stacked carriers next to it. I’d love to stick the carriers away in a closet, but the boys like to sleep in them. In fact, the last time I couldn’t find Dougy to take him and his brother to the groomer, he was sleeping, conveniently, in the bottom carrier, making his capture a simple deal.
Yesterday, I took a veteran down to Scottsbluff to the VA clinic and the regional hospital for some therapy. It’s one of those things I can do through the RSVP program here, and it’s one way to give back to the veterans who don’t have easy access to health care in town and have to go hundreds of miles out of their way to get it. (Thank your Congressmen for this wonderful convenience.)
I sat in my car for the whole time, in subzero weather, though the solar heating I got through the window seemed adequate at the time, except for my feet. My feet were very cold by the time we got back home. My rider asked if I could cut back on the heat, which I did.
Because one has to sign some paperwork when one either gives or accepts a ride and we returned to Alliance during the RSVP people’s lunch hour, I had to make a separate, special trip back into the cold to write my name on a piece of paper at the RSVP office. I was not amused.
I started the day feeling not so well, and ended it feeling like crap. Today, I just want to keep warm.
Once I finished the paperwork, I came home, had a light lunch, which didn’t settle well in my stomach. I went to bed after I fed the kitties at 2:30, and pretty much hugged the mattress for the next 15 hours, trying to get warm.
I had supper for breakfast this morning. The potato soup I made for yesterday and couldn’t face at supper time sounded like a good way to warm up, something I might be able to handle. It tasted good. I still felt a bit out of it. Not to mention — but I will! — I had a bit of diarrhea on top of it all.
I spent the most of the day wrapped in a comforter, just keeping toasty. I didn’t even get on my computer until this afternoon. I’m not going to try to catch up on the e-mails, videos, blogs, and other things that popped up in the past two days. Sorry.
Though the kitties still insist I play wand toy games with them, and they need a little loving, they are the only responsibility I’ve met today. Feed the kitties and play with them. The rest of the time, keep covered and warm. Get past this icky feeling. Drink a nice mug of tea. Maybe I’ll get back on track tomorrow.
Wow! It’s only -3ºF (-19.4ºC) degrees at the moment, with a projected high of 5ºF (-15ºC). It was cold enough yesterday, but it’s good today wasn’t the day for Andy and Dougy’s November grooming appointment.
Poor kitties. Get a teddy bear cut, then go out into that cold…now, that would be hairy!
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DOUGY — BEFORE
DOUGY — AFTER
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ANDY — BEFORE
ANDY — AFTER
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Andy made sure I knew he was still in charge here. Here he is putting his little groomed butt right down on the table! Neither he nor Dougy climbs on counters, but the table is another matter. Go figure. Typical, he chose a pile of magazines I’m taking to the care center to share with the residents. Yes, he claimed that pile for himself, Dougy.
On the table…
“I sit where I want!” says Andy. “Mine!”
The report from their groomer is they were good boys, though Andy lost interest early on. He didn’t get touch ups after he was bathed and blow dried, though he looks just fine. I mean, where’s he going anyway? The cat show? He looks fine! So does Dougy.
Before we send more young people into war, we need to remember the reasons we don’t do it without great deliberation.
Andy is a quiet little guy. Where Dougy would make pathetic mewing sounds to try to get me to play, Andy just comes up from behind, taps me on the arm, then just sits there.
“What’s up, boy?! What do you want, Andy? Food? Play? To look out the front door? What!? What!? What!?”
Just there…! Why?
Yes, he’ll just sit there. Watching, waiting, quietly expecting something from me, but what? “Speak up, Andy! Lead me to what you want!…!”
Maybe he just admires me. Naw! He wants something. Something…!
Some days, it just creeps me out! Today, though, I figured out he wanted to play with the wand toy, so we had a nice play session until Dougy galumped onto the scene and took over. Dougy is that way: You never wonder for long what he’s about.
I am well aware of Andy and Dougy’s love of paper. Drop a piece on the floor, and one or the other almost immediately plops down on it, assuring the other brother can’t have it.
For that reason, when I copied the new television HD channel reference my cable company recently sent, I put the paper in a plastic sleeve. It was a good idea, one that would assure I had a readable cat-repelled copy any time I need to know a new channel number.
Didn’t take Dougy any time at all to maul the plastic-covered reference. Bad boy. You cat, you, Dougy. You cat.
I took my complaint to Dougy. “Why for you chew and maul my TV thingy, Douglas? Why? Why? Why?”
> yawn! <
I don’t think he was listening.