Post 715: today I dumped breakfast on the floor…

The pancakes I made with the ripe bananas, well, I decided to eat them in the front room. Too many things in my hands… Yep! Pancakes, butter, syrup all over the little desk by my computer and the box the boys loved. Past tense.

I tossed the dumped pancakes, box, and cleaning stuff in a new trash bag and consoled myself : Mess that it was, at least it wasn’t pasta in a sloppy marinara sauce I dumped!

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In other “news”, Andy proved to be a cagey adversary this morning. He anticipated my next three moves, avoiding the inevitable dose of kitty blood pressure medicine.

Yep, south end of a cat running north! I saw lots of this view today while trying to lure Andy for his medicine dose.

Yep, south end of a cat running north! I saw lots of this view today while trying to lure Andy for his medicine dose.

When Andy plays his hard to catch game, the most workable strategy is to fix something for me to eat (“the banana pancakes”). His curiosity aroused, he comes by, letting down his guard to let me scratch his ears and rub his face. This is when I grab him, right?

Yes and no. I decided a long time ago that scruffing him isn’t a good idea, that I have to catch him without hurting him in any way. That means maneuvering him into a position where I can hold him down with one hand and scoop him up with the other. That requires diverting his attention from my plan to catch him, which he seems to work out three steps ahead of me.

Today, I used a stick of butter. Yep! Mean old me held it where Andy could sniff it from afar but was blocked from escape on all but one side. He never saw what happened!

"When do I get the butter?!" Andy, moments before I gave him his medicine. Good kitty!

“When do I get the butter?!”
Andy, moments before I gave him his medicine. Good kitty!

It’s difficult holding an unhappy cat and taking his photo at the same time. This was the best I could do under the circumstances, yet it somehow captures the pathos of the moment…!

Post 563: Andy was a good boy today.

It’s a good day when neither Andy nor I gets stressed out when it’s time for Andy to take his medicine like a big kitty. Today, he did just that! Good boy!

After cleaning up the mess the other day, I decided to start giving Andy and Dougy their kitty treats in a little cat dish instead of scattering the treats on the floor, which assures both cats have a better chance of getting some of them.

Mess containment - the kitty treats go into the little cat dish!

Mess containment – the kitty treats go into the little cat dish!

Cats being cats, however…

...Andy, of course, eats the treats over the carpet! Nothing gained for housekeeping, but the cats are happy.

…Andy, of course, eats the treats over the carpet! Nothing gained for housekeeping, but the cats are happy.

Treats eaten, Andy scurried over to the cat lounger by the door. He likes that lounger because of the multiple escape roots from “The Man”!

Andy's a clever little guy. Here he watches me from the safety of the lounger by the door.

Andy’s a clever little guy. Here he watches me from the safety of the lounger by the door.  He may be little, but he’s smart!

I love Andy and Dougy’s fluffy cheeks. What the heck, everything about Persians is fluffy but their teeth. I love the fluffiness of Persian cats!

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This is a bonus photo. Sometimes the limitations of the little point and shoot Nikon I use result in oddly beautiful impressionistic photos, of which I think this one is one:

In many ways, I like this "mistake" best of all.

What do you think? Interesting or just a mess?