My trash day here is Fridays, and one best better have his trash outside and ready to go before the guys come around 8:00. This morning, while screwing on my head and trying to decide if my knees were functioning before I put weight on them, I had a realization:
Today is Saturday, and I didn’t put out my trash yesterday!
Where was my head, really!?
I mean, why did I miss that yesterday was Friday? Now I have to live with last week’s trash till it’s next week’s, by which it will be a health hazard at best.
Then, because it was 2:00 AM when I sat there on the edge of my bed and Andy came around to remind me kitties need to be fed, I had a further realization:
I can feed the cats early, then go back to bed!
Where was my head, really!?
So, I prepared the kitty plate, nicely split into Dougy’s share on one side, and Andy’s on the other. Around 3:30, Dougy came into my bedroom and went through his “feed the kitty” stretch next to my bed. I sat up on the edge of the bed again, and Dougy rubbed against my legs, wrapping his tail around one leg as he passed by, a sure sign he wanted attention. Another realization struck me:
Andy ate both shares of kitty food because Dougy was still sleeping!
Where was my head, really!?
No wonder Andy wandered into the bathroom and sprawled out into happy kitty slumber after he came into my bedroom to clean his face. Do cats burp?
Poor Dougy! Not that he couldn’t eat dry food, which was out, but the wet gets a squirt of Lysine mixed in for Dougy’s benefit mostly since he periodically has a feline herpes outbreak in his left eye. The Lysine helps build a strong immune system. I prepared a second helping of wet food for Dougy. He ate like a motherless kitten, sucking that salmon-trout-Lysine mix up like it actually tasted, um, tasty!
Where was my head, really!?
We have a different (not better, mind you) garbage system here. One week we put out garbage bags and plastic/bottles; the next week, cardboard types of trash. So when we miss putting out the garbage bags, we have to pile them somewhere for 2 weeks! Stupid system!
That is an odd system! I guess it’s simpler in some ways that having different-colored containers that you sort things into. When I was growing up in the 1950s, we could burn trash in 55-gallon drums or ashpits in out backyards, and the garbage was collected by a local pig farmer who cooked it and fed it to pigs. Quite a bit different now! If you started a pile of fall leaves on fire, you’d have the fire department and the police department visiting you here! Most of town have separate dumpsters for leaves and yard waste (except branches) and large dumpsters for everything else. Four families share each dumpster.
We all have those days and this is also why I am grateful for a dumpster.
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I feel like all I say these days are is “Is it Friday again.”
We have a storm coming this way and I am getting dinner cooked and out of the way before it hits
Ali is already hiding out inhale kitty tent with her fav blanket.
I could put it outside, but it tends to get scattered or knocked over all the time. (Wind and animals…!)
Go back to bed and try again tomorrow. Make sure you feed Dougy first though 🙂
That’s exactly what I did after I prepared something for Dougy! I needed that sleep, and it helped screw my head on straight.
Yes cats burp, but quietly. But make no mistake if they are laying on your chest when they do it the fumes will curl your eyelashes. 🙂
Well, I can’t say Andy and Dougy have ever committed this or that faux pas, but their predecessor Louie sometimes laid a gas cloud that was short-lived (not much volume, I suppose) but the equal of any doggy transgression I ever survived! 😉
LOL, I have a few that right after they have their wet food, leap on my desk and start cleaning themselves. They’ll pause, look up, and their body gives a tiny shudder, and the paint peeling begins. 🙂
I suppose if you see a little kitty smile, it might actually be gas, not happiness, then?!
I think they enjoy watching me gag. 🙂
There are enough of them on your place that they probably feel they can lay down a fog and no one will get credit or they all will: Win-Win, in fog-laying terms! (“The dog did it…!”)
The dog’s no fool. He hides in a different part of the house until the…fog clears. 😀
No dogs in my house, so it’s the cats’ word against mine who turned on the fogger! (Heh! Heh!)
Bet they win! Two against one! 🙂
Only when they work as a team. The past two days, Dougy’s been a bit of a pill toward Andy, though Andy sneaked a butt sniff early this morning. He’s not totally unconcerned about his brother, eh!? (“You feeling unwell, Dougy?” [sniff] “Hmm, Definitely cat-licked and clean.”
Ahh tension before the holidays! 😉
It’s even worse if Christmas (or other holidays) land on trash day!
I had trash day this morning. They come so early I have to put out the night before. I, thankfully, remembered just before going to bed and put it out in my bathrobe at 11:00 PM. It was a bit chilly. 🙂
My trash day is the day after Christmas, so I wonder if they will be around. I hope so! Otherwise, I’ll have trash three weeks old by the time the next time they come! I’ve already resolved to put it out whether they pick it up or not.
I assume you mean Boxing Day. That’s a tough call. Here they don’t pick up, they push everyone back one day. :-}
We don’t observe that holiday here, though, yes, that would be the day for you!
At least they allow us up to two bins for garbage so if I miss a run it’s not bad. I usually fill one, with a little bit in the second. We do a lot of composting and recycling. 🙂
Before I moved to this apartment, I did, too. It was ridiculous, in my mind, to toss perfectly good cuttings and leaves into the bin when all the city was going to do was compost it, then distribute it to others anyway. Why not save a step and know exactly what was in the compost. (I didn’t use pesticides, for example, so didn’t want to introduce that into the yard through city-made compost.)
Exactly what we do. We’re pesticide free. 🙂
You have to be, if not just for yourself, certainly for one’s cats, dogs, rabbits, birds, whatever else on has. It’s another reason I don’t let my boys outside to wander at will. The chances of accidental poisoning may be slight, but who wants to risk something like that happening to them. (Where I live, though, the biggest risk is traffic on two major roads, both within a block or two, well within a cat’s possible range.)
Smart to keep them indoors. Safer. I live in a organic farming community. Most of us are on well water, so pesticides are forbidden in our area.
There’s also the risk of them catching diseases from stray cats that sometimes appear in the area.
I think I’ve adopted all the stray cats in the area without even knowing it. There was a very shy black one sleeping on the couch for two days. I assumed it was one of ours until my daughter asked me if we were keeping her. 🙂
I had to laugh when I read that! You know how cats oftentimes adopt us no matter how much we protest. One of my neighbor’s cats, several years ago, only went home for food and water, but virtually lived on our patio. He was a lovely grey tabby with a very sweet disposition, so, of course, he was more than welcome to come over for a visit. I learned I actually liked cats, thanks to this big boy. Before that I liked them but couldn’t imagine having one instead of a dog, say.
I have 3 adult black cats and from a distance they are hard to tell apart. So now I have 4. 😀
I can appreciate that. With only two of them, I especially have troubles sorting them out after they get groomed and look the most alike of any time. Other than that, their “field marks” are eye color and width of face, with some minor behavioral clues. I can’t imagine how you keep yours sorted out!
I was putting out the garbage one night and a cat was in the driveway, so I picked it up to bring it in for the night. It clawed me and ran off. Turn out it was the new neighbor’s cat from down the road.
Most of the time I’m good at knowing who’s who. But this new batch of black kittens is going to be tough. Plus black cats are hard to adopt. So I have a bit of a challenge ahead of me. Three of the five in Frontier Town are pretty much identical! :-}
Sounds challenging for sure! Good luck. Once they grow up, maybe personalities will help out a lot!
That’s usually the giveaway for me. How they move and react, I can determine who they are. A couple are very snugly and one likes to attack my ankles but won’t come up on my lap. 🙂
Cats! At least one will be easy enough to identify, if you dare!
I’m glad your head is here and that I got to read this, with my head. And I’m not sure if cats burp. I guess I’ll watch my cats more closely, today.
I’ve decided cat-induced sleep deprivation is at the center of my recent inability to function, so am going to take advantage of my advantages as a retiree. I’m going to take a nap! Oh! It’s Saturday, so being retired doesn’t figure into any advantages here. Ha!
I had a sweet feline once, she did not burp – but she gnarled at me whenever I came near – because she was so overeaten.
Mine lick their lips and clean their whiskers with their front paws, being pedigree kitties. Ha! (But they still sniff each other’s butts when the opportunity arises. I was shocked the first time one did this. Not any more.)
You think of them in human terms. When they sniff their butts they do so because that is cattish for “How are you”
I had to find that out after I had cats for awhile. It wasn’t a behavior I’d observed until I had two of them in the house. It still seems “doggy” to me, but I recognize it’s normal, now!
I had one cat when I was a teenager – and did not know about that then. But when I got my first two indoor only cats (2006) I bought literature about cat behaviour and there it is described – they sniff pheromones – like you and I reading in somebody elses face and listening to sub-tones in somebody’s voice. Cats are not very vocal – unless they warn each other not to stay around or they communicate with their human. And their facial expression is not quite as subtle as ours. We, on the other hand, cannot purr, cannot actively sniff out pheromones – and are a lot less talkative with our body language than cats.
My cats are very quiet, though Dougy is a whiner when he wants to play or wants some other attention. I have to have my head near Dougy to hear his purr, though Andy’s is a bit louder. Andy rarely “talks”, but when he does, it’s one meow, followed by paw action. He’s more likely to tap me on the arm and just look at me when he wants something. It’s cute but difficult to interpret. (Sometimes I think it’s more a “Here I am, hi!” than him wanting something.)