Post 747: Andy’s ready…where’s everyone else!?

Poor Andy! He’s in a mood to play. He’s carried the wand string toy into the living room and started the yowl the boys use to call each other to come out and play. But Dougy’s not cooperating! What’s a kitty to do?

Andy can't believe Dougy's  not running into the living room to join "The Andy & Dougy Game"...!

Andy can’t believe Dougy’s not running into the living room to join “The Andy & Dougy Game”…!

Andy and Dougy don’t know it yet, but there is a scheduled UPS delivery today, which means new boxes! If the day’s started off flat, it definitely will pick up later.

Post 728: It’s playtime again!

Andy rests after a long day of play. Notice he claimed a magazine that fell on the floor. It's "his"!

Andy rests after a long day of play.
Notice he claimed a magazine that fell on the floor. It’s “his”!

Dougy snoops on the computer desk in the meantime...!

Dougy snoops on the computer desk in the meantime…!

Andy reminds Dougy that they have a game of... well, whatever that strange game they play with the snake wand toy is. He meows an insult in Cattinese. At least it sounded like an insult!

Andy reminds Dougy that they have a game of… well, whatever that strange game they play with the snake wand toy is.
He meows an insult in Cattinese. At least it sounded like an insult!

"Hark!" Is that brother of mine dissing me?" Dougy is alert to the game.

“Hark! Is that brother of mine dissing me?”
Dougy is alert to the game.

Dougy joined Andy on the chase shortly after, and they had a good time!

Post 674: high alert

When the boys play that string wand toy game, everything ends in a big chase through the house. One cat chases the other, then they disappear for a few minutes in the bedroom or bathroom, are very quiet — what are they doing?? — then they reverse roles. The antelope becomes the lion and the lion becomes the antelope! RAWR! 

Dougy, hiding in full view, up high where he can see Andy coming before Andy can see him...because...

The hellcat Dougy, hiding in full view, up high where he can see Andy coming before Andy can see him. And he’s getting away with it because…

Andy thinks Dougy is in the bedroom waiting to pounce him, noit behind and above him! Watch out, Andy!!

…Andy thinks Dougy is in the bedroom waiting to pounce him, not behind and above him! Watch out, Andy!!

Post 401: Andy, Andy, Andy…!

Andy must be getting used to the routine now. In the beginning, it took real stealth and planning to capture the little rascal to give him his medicine for the heart murmur and high blood pressure issues his veterinarian discovered last Winter.

He’d hide under beds, he’d hightail it from one end of the place to the other. He’d hide behind the washing machine. He’d… you get the picture!

The past three days, though, ended with a jump onto the cat tree, with my little heart patient taking Olympic-level running leaps to reach the top.

Andy in the cat tree on another day.

Andy in the cat tree on another day.

He actually landed half inside the tube, which (the first day) was so amazing, I wasn’t ready for the next move: Without stopping inside, he jumped out the other end and added minutes to the freedom he enjoyed before I finally cornered and caught him!

Yesterday, he tried the same plan, but I was ahead of that time. When he leaped in one end, I put my hand in the other, effectively blocking the Great Escape! Whew! Even I was amazed how easily I caught him. Granted, I had to pry his little paws off the carpeted interior to pull him out, but that was a simple matter.

Today, Andy started the game on the cat lounger by the back door. He watched me from the dark. (Kind of like the joke about the black cat in the coal bin, he was difficult to spot.) I pretended I didn’t see him, and walked over to turn on my computer. That was too close for Andy’s comfort. He bolted to the guest bedroom!

Gad! The guest bedroom has a queen-sized bed, a perfect place to hide under, at least if Andy remembers how the last time he hid there he neglected to pull his hindquarters under the bed, too, giving me a good view of the fugitive and an even better handhold to catch him!

Andy will get over it. If not, he knows where I sleep...!

Andy will get over it. If not, he knows where I sleep…!

Instead of the bed, today he tried hiding in a cat playhouse, half in, half out again…his Momma didn’t train him very well on this “cover your tail” business! I thought I had him, but he escaped into the dining room, then just inside the bathroom door. “Crap,” I thought. Hiding behind the washing machine, which is in that bathroom, actually is a pretty good strategy if he uses it.

But, as I approached him, Andy tried the Olympic Leap to Freedom through the cat tree again. What?! Andy, Andy, Andy! I had that trick figured out >snicker!< the second day your tried it!

Yep, seconds later, I had him wrapped in the towel and dosed with his medicine. Woo hoo!

Post 322: Andy takes on life…and beats tail!

Andy got the recommended (full) dose of Benazepril this morning before he and Dougy got breakfast.

I used the “kitty enchilada” (“papuss”!?) method of first swaddling him in a bath towel – the method I use when Dougy needs eye drops – then administering his tuna fish flavored medicine with the little syringe that comes with the medicine.

Andy protested a little, but actually was pretty good about taking the medicine. I hope this is a sign of things to come. More, I hope the taste is yummy enough he actually seeks me out for it, though that seems a bit of fanciful, wishful thinking!

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andys new tub 2

Remember Andy’s new tub, the one I bought him so he and Dougy both had one? Theoretically, each would have his own exclusive tub, something that happens in Dreamlandia but not the real world of cat politics, even within a cat family where two brothers, Andy and Dougy, live in harmony in the same household.

That said, Dougy hopped into Andy’s tub this morning. He no sooner snuggled down, like Andy in his tub the first day he had it (above), than Andy was there giving him the ultimatum to get out. You know, “The Staredown”!

Amazingly, Dougy evacuated the premises, pronto. Andy didn’t want it. He just didn’t want to share it with Dougy. Dougy, little fart, ran over to the light stand that Andy likes to perch and sleep on, and threatened to take that over. He’s a bit bigger than Andy, who barely fits on the light stand. (Andy actually hangs over on the tail end, truth be out; Dougy, more so!)

Andy made another entrance. Dougy chose to face his brother with a big game of “You be the antelope first, then I’ll be”, a favorite.

For a sick little cat, Andy maintained a vigorous presence in the game, hopping, chasing, tussling, biting, stalking, throughout the full range of their domain. I was astounded and pleased because he’s been a bit lethargic of late.

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In this old video (above), Andy’s seen playing with their second birthday present last summer. (July 1st is their birthday.) This morning, after he and Dougy played their antelope chase game, Andy went off to do Andy stuff, but Dougy still wanted to play. I brought out this toy, which, despite the advertiser’s claim cats always want to play with it, sometimes gets an “eh!” reaction from the boys.

Not today, though. Dougy exhausted himself on the toy, then ran off for a little snack. Andy showed up, then played with it, wildly chasing the “mouse tail”, clearly having lots of fun. I was and am encouraged!

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Andy and Dougy hang out with me. Yeah, in the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the…! Wherever I am, there’s a dark presence or two, curious about what’s up and how that might involve them. Any cat person knows the routine: You have no privacy! 🙂

When I watch the news, we are in Dougy’s territory as far as the floor, the ottoman, the icky Dougy-sized cardboard box, Dougy’s tub, and the cat lounger by the reserve carriers are concerned.

In Dougy’s territory, there are islands of Andy territory: the light stand, the recliner, and the top of the stacked reserve carriers. There is some dispute about this, perhaps preference, but I think the shelf of my computer desk technically is Andy’s territory, and Dougy gets the desk, though sometimes either cat might be out-of-place by this reckoning.

Last November, Andy got caught in Dougy's tub, which fell off the icky box when Andy escaped his brother's wrath...! Dougy quickly reclaimed his territory!

Last November, Andy got caught in Dougy’s tub, which fell off the icky box when Andy escaped his brother’s wrath…! Dougy quickly reclaimed his territory!

The boys negotiate and tussle their way through these territories as needed. Andy approaches his claim on the light stand by sneaking behind my glider, then leaping a good three feet onto the stand. If he wants to go elsewhere, he hops onto Dougy’s ottoman, then to the seat of the recliner. From there, he might hop on the reserve carriers or head north to the computer desk shelf to watch backyard birds. This last activity, of course, excites Dougy, too, so there mostly is a truce when both want to look out the window or Andy asserts his territorial rights.

That’s a lot of background to let you know that Andy’s been hopping around these territorial positions this morning, avoiding conflict with Dougy except when he wants to tussle. For a cat with a heart murmur, he’s been much his old self today. Yes, Andy takes on life…and beats tail!

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This is a bit longer than usual, but there has been a lot of interest in how he’s doing. As of this moment, he is next to me on my beat up old computer chair washing his bum.

Andy washes his bum.

Andy washes his bum.

That's much nicer, Andy! There's your amazing tail, too!

That’s much nicer, Andy! There’s your amazing tail, too!

balls for the Speaker

A low front moved in yesterday. My late mother, who was an elementary school teacher, noted she always knew when the weather was about to change because her kids acted up more than usual. Apparently it works using cats as your weather predictors, too:

That isn’t to say the boys were bad all day. At one point they came to me for “a little chat”. (“Un petite chat” ~ Hee! Hee! That’s a pun!)

“What’s the matter, boys. You seem upset, on edge?” I asked.

“It’s that speaker fellow. The television keeps saying he’s a nice person, but he needs some balls,” said Andy, his fuzzy little Persian face scrunched into a scowl, his whiskers cutely framing his smoochy little mouth.

John Boehner. Yeah, he does look like a nice guy!

John Boehner. Yeah, he does look like a nice guy!

“It hurts,” piped in Dougy. “We know what it’s like to need your balls and they are gone.”

The boys are empathetic, a characteristic of black Persian cats. I mean, there are people who don’t like blacks. There are people whose eyes bulge in rage once they realize “Persian” and “Eye-ranian” are the same. There are people who are allergic to cats. Then there are people who are superstitious about black cats. And there are people who want to send a few B1s and B2s across the ocean to wipe out those Persian “cats”. I’m unaware of any issues with black Persians…!

“Jeez, Andy and Dougy!” I said. “I thought you were just acting up! So you were trying to find your balls, eh?!”

“Oh yeah!” they exclaimed. “We have lots of balls we’ve lost over the months. You know the ones we really, really like, the ones our auntie gave us, that we bop ahead of us chasing them through the house like we’re playing soccer, the ones we keep losing under chairs and sofas till you find them and give them back to us…!”

The boys, by this time, were hopping up and down in excitement! Oh yes, I know exactly the balls they mean:

Wow! It even has a little bell inside! No wonder the boys love, love, love their auntie! It's a favorite toy!

Wow! It even has a little bell inside! No wonder the boys love, love, love their auntie! It’s a favorite toy!

“Well, you have several of these balls, in different colors. Are you willing to give the speaker as many as two? This is an important question because he’s playing with a whole lot of people, and he needs lots of balls if they are all going to play along with him…!”

I was a bit concerned. The boys made this incredibly thoughtful gesture, but these are a favorite toy, not to mention a gift from a much beloved auntie.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” the boys exclaimed, jumping up and down, thrashing their tails with increasing excitement and commitment to the mission to share their favorite balls with the speaker. “We don’t need to share any with that other guy, though. He seems to have lots of balls to play with.”

The cat brothers correctly guessed why this fellow's smiling: he has plenty of balls to play with, providing he doesn't lose them under chairs and sofas....

The cat brothers correctly guessed why this fellow’s smiling: he has plenty of balls to play with, providing he doesn’t lose them under chairs and sofas….

“I like the idea a lot, boys. I have plenty of postage and you have plenty of balls. Let’s send those balls to Washington today, before the blizzard hits!”

“Mrow!” purred the boys. They may be black Persian cats, but they are patriotic native born black Persian cats, no matter what Donald Trump says.

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Here’s where you send your gift of balls to the House Speaker Boehner:

The Honorable John A. Boehner
United States House of Representatives
1011 Longworth House Office Building
Washington, D.C. 20515-3508

Andy, Dougy, and I thank you!