Caturday: Cats as art…again

Another Caturday rolls around and it’s time for Tito and Jenny to look their best. Sometimes it’s fun to take a substandard photo and have a bit of fun with it. This is what I did today.

Tito as art
Tito as art
Jenny under water
Jenny under water

As a bonus, here is a owl that is so cute your head might explode.


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Caturday: shelf monsters and pack rats

As anyone who lives with cats knows, they are mischievous, wicked, naughty, thieving little critters. Some, will steal your food like Kitsy used to do. His preference was bacon, but he would settle for pizza. Some are paper shredders. The Boober’s favorite was the paper towel roll. We used to have to hide the rolls in the cupboard.

Tito is the shelf monster. If it’s on the shelf, it won’t be for long. He’s an expert of knocking items off one at a time. This is quite disturbing at 3am. We learned the hard way that breakable items have to be stored away.

Tito wanted poster

This is what Tito is like in action. His nickname should really be Ruprecht. The important part begins at 3:55 minutes in.

Some, like Miss Jenny, love to steal various items from around the house and hide them in bed. She’s a regular pack rat. Trust me, you don’t go to bed in this apartment without going through the bedding looking for all the stray items. A ballpoint pen in the posterior is not my idea of fun.

Jenny wanted poster

This is just a small sample of the items found in our bed.

toys in bed
Found in bed: One sock, two corks, one mechanical pencil, one screwdriver, one broken clothes hanger, one bottle cap and one black plastic doohumflicky


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Caturday on a Sunday

The kitties were about to have their moment in the sun yesterday when we learned of the passing of Neil Armstrong. As the commander of Apollo 11 and the first man to set foot on the moon, we just had to honor him instead.

Now it’s time for the kitties to shine.

Tito and his new blanket
A wonderful friend, StateOfGrace gave our kitties a couple of lovely little blankets. I was finally able to get a photo of Tito with his. Thank You StateOfGrace.
Queen Jenny
Miss Nightshade Jenny is queen of all she surveys

Who let the dogs out?

And now we leave you with a singing cockatiel.


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Caturday: Time for the Furkids to Shine

Another Caturday has rolled around and it’s time for the furkids to shine a bit. Things are settling down since the loss of Kitsy. Tito and Miss Nightshade Jenny are slowly adjusting. They miss him and it shows, but they’re taking a lot of comfort in each other. I still haven’t been able to write a fitting memorial for my little clown, so it’s going to wait for a while. In the meantime, here are our sweet furballs.

Tito
Tito is watching from the bookcase. Recently his vocabulary has grown. He no longer just says “MEE!”. He hmrows and coos and has even yelled a time or two. It’s downright impressive.

Here is Miss Nightshade Jenny snoozing on a crochet pad. The pad and the ball were a gift from our lovely friend StateOfGrace.

Sweet dreams
She looks like an angel when she sleeps. Don’t let that fool you. She’s Basement Cat’s minion when she’s awake. We wouldn’t have her any other way.
Love
Love: They haz it

The Olympics are over for another couple of years, but I thought I would leave you with this great vid by klusmanp at YouTube.


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Caturday: four legged Klingons

“And they call it kitty love…”

That’s where the cuteness ends: Jenny starts by kissing on Tito, they exchange a few licks, and settle down for a minute, maybe a few seconds.

Tito & Jenny on love cushion
The quiet before the storm

Then the wrestling begins. The headlocks and body slamming, what every Trekker recognizes as the Klingon mating ritual, somewhat different from the Vulcan mating ritual which also involves ass kicking, but of a Starship Captain.

Star Trek yourself
Someone could get hurt…

As I type this, for instance, Jenny is still greeting me home, dancing figure eights under the chair, pawing at my leg and grabbing my arm to rub against. With purring and claws. I’m already bleeding in three spots. I got bit. Not too hard but firmly.

I will show you a paper tiger
I will show you a paper tiger

Must be the Tortie (Tortoiseshell) in her, the little brute. As a wrestler, she has a very solid stance: wide with hind legs bent. We saw her more than once using this position to wrap Tito in an embrace before slamming him down. Then again, he gives as good as he gets, and even has her retreating often, though never for long. Never for long.

I’m bleeding from a fourth scratch now.

Jenny will also walk on my pillow stopping just long enough to nom on my skull. If I pet her, which I always do, she farts. If my wife leans over to nose bonk her, Jenny’ll cough in her face, like Carol Beer on “Little Britain”:

Her newest trick: not a cough, but a vurp (a burp which sounds vomitous). All I can say is thank Ceiling Cat she doesn’t eat mice. Things are gross enough. Annnnd, I’ve got an eighth scratch… Well, a puncture, more like… Still, I feel like one of Jack the Ripper’s playthings.


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Caturday: Catso Fascista 2009-2012

They say that when you’re young, you know what you hate and that as you get older, you know what you love and shift your focus.
I think that’s true but I hate disease more and more, disease of any variety, which diminishes those you love until it kills them. I can’t get used to it, and I’m not certain Kitsy’s passing has sunk in even now.
Maybe it’s because he was so much larger than life, that I have trouble thinking of him as truly gone.
Everything about Kitsy was superlative and he was a hell of a model, even though he never managed to hold a pose quite long enough. One thing he liked was getting petted roughly before I blew raspberries on his gut. He’d get up, fold his big flappers of ears back and leap off.
What we had for the past couple months or so was a wasted version of him.
Lately, he had appeared to make some improvement. The weight, however was located in his gut and his spine and ribs continued to show. His muscle mass continued to diminish and he had more trouble jumping in the last few days.
What confirmed what we were afraid to know and discuss, was what the other cats did. They nestled with Kitsy to keep him warm at night, Jenny checked on him constantly, and Tito would lure me to the bathroom were I’d sit on the edge of the tub and pet him on my lap.
New behavior which I took  as offers of comfort from the big cat.
As to Jenny, she accompanied Kitsy wherever he went, literally shadowing him. By then she also looked much bigger than he.
So we had him for two years, and that seems like a very short time…
The vet told us that the disease affected mostly young cats, and what a rotten thing that is.
I will miss his excesses and countless transgressions. I used to joke he was like a shark, an eating machine constantly looking for food to steal, and last night it struck me to see bacon strips on a plate in the kitchen left unmolested. Yet I can’t help thinking that even though he’s clearly not here he is not in fact gone.
I will miss our arguments, me calling him names and him probably demanding noms. He was a great outlet for my frustrations the fearless little bastard who never had a bad mood and would make Tito and I exchange disbelieving looks.
I can’t wait to dream about him.

Maz Whang
Catso Fascista 2009-2012

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed.

Led Zeppelin “Kashmir”

 


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Caturday: Grom-Grom Vega-Vega Spow- spow

I have no clue what the pointy eared people believe, and I really have no idea whether they even believe anything. I do know that they think. The confusion, or subterfuge, is in their attitudes towards the ‘unknown’.
Like a simple, harmless, charming even… Water fountain.

Water fountain for pets
Here I come to save the pets!

In our efforts to help Mazuzu re-hydrate, we bought a pet water fountain which recirculates water and increases the oxygen content in it.The collective reaction? Avoidance. And in Tito and Jenny’s case apparently, fear.

Tito in particular, hates appliances like vacuum cleaners and fans.

The fan of eebil
Evil fan glows with… Evil.
FAANNNNN!!!!!!!

Tito has always had odd habits, like pawing water to drink.

Tito taking in water
That’s how I roll.

As to Jenny, she kills toys for no other reason than she thought the thing looked at her.

Jenny and her toys
With these feathers it offended me. What..?

Both she and Tito have approached the fountain suspiciously, lifting a paw and smacking it to put it in its place, whatever that is. As to Mazuzu, the pattern on the pot to his right makes him dream of the void between the stars. That and cosmic calamari with an unpronounceable name.

On the stove he waits
Phtagn Chtulhu nom-nom fishy fuud.

So what goes on in their head as they encounter eebil majjik? What thought, what incantation do they think of..? Well. While we still have no clue what it means, I did have a sort of revelation ( yeah, deeper than an epiphany) when we hiked an old battery on the approach to the Golden Gate bridge.

What their mantra is, their conjuration, appears here:

grom grom vega vega spow spow
Grom-grom, vega-vega, spow-spow. the incantation…

That is all. Keep calm and carry on. Just remember the words…


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Caturday: glam edition!

Time for Mazuzu and Jenny to share the limelight, since Tito isn’t so much into posing. Maz continues to improve, even though it will take time to recover the weight he lost, and Jenny helps him along.

Kitsy Rolling Stones cover
Yep, still magic and demonic at once

When he sleeps under covers, she likes to dart in and out to check on him, farting as she goes. We call that “trailing mines”… But she’s oh-so cute.

Jenny cover girl
Get your masks on…

As for Tito, his influence runs deep…

Tito in the pool
That’s a tall drink of water all right…


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Caturday: Lazy Days

Another Caturday rolls around and it’s time for our pointy eared people to shine.

Tito resting in between pigeon tauntings
Tito resting in between pigeon tauntings
Kitsy and Jenny soaking up a sunbeam
Kitsy and Jenny soaking up a sunbeam
Miss Jenny showing off her lovely blue eyes
Miss Jenny showing off her lovely blue eyes


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Caturday: lazy summer afternoons

Summer, the way it should be… Until we point the Bodmobile to points North like Mendocino county, the pointy eared folks continue to “grace” us with their homebound antics.

Nurse Jenny, taking Mazuzu’s pulse:

Jenny nursing Kitsy
His BP’s trending normal, doctor…

Mazuzu’s rear end is about to receive some ‘unwelcome’ attention, but those nether regions require regular cleaning he fails to provide for himself. Let’s just say his eyes are about to go big.

Cool Mazuzu gets a bath
Keeping it cool

Meanwhile, gentleman Tito tries to entertain Jenny with bird watching, despite his audience’s seeming lack of interest.

Tito plays the musical blinds
Tito playing “the maiden and the nightingale” on musical blinds

This summer is unfortunately a sobering time as well, with fires,  unpredictable winds and storms displacing many, destroying homes and lives. We have friends currently threading through very dire straits and they are foremost in our thoughts.


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