My Cats In The Morning
Feed me, feed me, feed me … NOW!
Swoosh (can opening) Clink (food into bowl) Clunk (food bowl down on floor)
Hey, wait a minute! What’s this? Are you trying to poison me? Let me outside.
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Looks like one of my many cats I had over the years.
Her name was “Pissy”. and I loved her.
We had one like that too, a domestic short haired Tiger with a white front and belly. Her name was Tyler but I called her Too-Too. I’d come in the door and yell, “WHERE TOO-TOO IZ?”, and Too-Too would come flyin’.
Too-Too was the first of two “drop off” cays that we acquired in our new home in Florida. It was miles to the next neighbor and one day when she was very young, just a couple months, out of nowhere Too-Too showed up in our yard.
Of course we took her in, cleaned her up, kept her belly full, and she stayed with us for the rest of her life. Too-Too was the first of our, then, 6 cats to go swimming in the pool, accidently. She was sleeping in the sun on the very edge of the pool when the triple dolphin fountain came on (on a timer) and it scared her and she jumped right in the water. She was about 8 feet from the steps and tried to climb up the wall but couldn’t reach high enough and eventually got to the steps and came out of the water.
This is Too-Too sitting on her blanky looking at the snow.
This is our cat Rowdy. We got him about 12 years ago after the lovely Mrs. azlib was having trouble getting over the loss of her previous cat. She’d been constantly drawn to the Pets section of Facebook Marketplace and at a certain point, we both knew that it was time to get another cat.
We’d always had female cats and thought that the kitten being offered was a female. As it turned out, the couple with the kitten really didn’t know how to tell male cats from female cats. They were very young…he, maybe 19 and she maybe 16 or 17. Their story was that they were being evicted from their apartment and their new place wouldn’t allow pets. They were in an **ahem** “vibrant neighborhood” (read: “The Barrio”), and while we really would have preferred a female, we both knew right away that Rowdy had 2 possible futures: 1) Come home with us, or 2) Be thrown into a sack and then into the canal.
Rowdy is a good cat, but at times can be a PITA. He’s afflicted with Pica, which for him manifests as a compulsion to chew on and eat plastic. Should we fail to get a Walmart bag out of his sight, he’ll chew enough of it that he’ll vomit it up within 20 minutes.
I built that scratching post. The larger tube is a sonotube from Big Orange (8″, if I recall). I did the math and almost nailed the amount of sisal rope required for the wraps….just under 200′. It took forever to wrap. Apply a dab of hot glue, stretch the rope, roll the tube. Wash, rinse, repeat. But Rowdy likes it and it keeps him (mostly) from tearing apart the furniture.
There’s a baseball player, Rowdy Telez. He’s pretty feisty, too.