Like a Soviet tank in the streets of Prague, Titanescu has trouble maneuvering in litter boxes shared with the other two cats, especially after “contributions” have already been made.
Or maybe he’s OCD.
We heard familiar sounds yesterday, sounds which play an ominous soundtrack when arranged together, like the Devil’s Galop. Pellets exploding from the litter box and clattering on the hardwood floor like filthy rain.
A body, landing hard on its feet, clawing at the floor, followed by the hollow thump of another landing, this time in the bathtub. The frantic scratching of the enamel.
What on Ceiling Cat’s green Earth?
Rhuda-an made it to the bathroom just in time to watch Titanescu fixing his death stare upon her as he finished dropping the kids off at the pool.
The second he was done, he leapt out of the tub and skittered out furiously towards the kitchen.
Apparently he’d made a first deposit in the litter box, found it crowded and hurled elsewhere, anywhere, to complete his “movement”.
Titanescu’s version of Angry Birds is that if there aren’t enough unsoiled pellets in the box, he will throw himself at the tub to bake his cake.
The tub. Where humans clean themselves. That’s a message…
Note from Rudha-an: The pellets referred to is Feline Pine. I get the pellets as I don’t like the scoopable version.
As much as he practices his death stare, Tito just doesn’t have it in him.
Miss Jenny is better with the stinkeye than the death stare
Titanescu owns the death stare. He perfected it long ago.
I know kitties are good for the blood pressure. I would have blown my stack and probably had a stroke already if it weren’t for my pointy eared people. They’re good for me. They’re good for both of us.
We have gotten close to an inch of rain and while it’s not enough to put even a teeny ding in the drought, it certainly helps keep it from getting worse. I do worry watching the news though. It seems the rest of the country is a mess with all that snow and now rain is coming, meaning the disaster will become even worse. I hope all of you are safe for now.
Now it’s time for the pointy eared people to shine.
Tito isn’t scared in this pic. He’s about to race insanely around the apartment creating mayhem
Miss Jenny permitted Lastech to take her picture.
Titanescu is perfecting his “I fear nothing” look.
And now for something different. Lastech discovered this little gem. It’s a tribute to the classic French director, Francois Truffaut.
We got another half inch of rain. It was wonderful to listen to it. Hopefully we’ll have more next week. The drought is still terrible, so every fraction of an inch is better than nothing.
Yes, they’re in black & white again. Sometimes it just feels right.
Tito in the window
Titanescu posing nicely
As a small bonus, we managed to get out of the apartment the other evening. It was just before sunset and while the colors weren’t vivid, it was still beautiful.
Looking out through the Golden Gate by Rudha-an
Lastech was playing with a different setting on the phone called “solarize”.
The Golden Gate Bridge by Lastech
We survived the week with no further damage to car but I almost had a coronary Thursday evening though when a nasty puff of smoke from a house fire came through the window. I have lived with paranoia ever since a plumber with a blow torch blew a gas line a few doors down. This fire was only about a half block away, but no danger to us. There didn’t appear to be any injuries, thank goodness.
Now it’s time for the pointy eared people to shine. I should mention that a month has gone by without seeing a single flea. Titanescu is becoming a snuggle monster once again: snuggle and don’t move, or else… I think we won that war. The kitties are relieved.
Hooray! Simon’s Cat has a new episode.
As everyone now knows, the Giants won the World Series. The Royals put up a good fight though, making this championship all the more enjoyable. Of course, as a result of the win, our city wound up in the news for the fires and other mayhem…sigh. It was only a few idiots, but the rest of the world has no way of knowing that it wasn’t the whole city. The pointy eared people didn’t appreciate any of it either, as the fireworks sent them into deep hiding. That was Wednesday.
Yesterday, Lastech woke up to move the car (for street cleaning) and discovered that some miscreants (pranksters?) had slashed two of our tires. Joy! Lucky for us, our favorite shop down the street got new tires put on and the guys didn’t even charge labor. I think they felt bad, so we dropped off apple strudels for them later. It was done in time so that I could watch the Parade of Champions on tv. While rain fell heavily, people were overjoyed, Willie Mays and Willie McCovey were both there and thrilled about it.
Anyhow, The fur people did ok except for the fireworks. They even managed to give me their best evil looks for the occasion. Ok, mostly evil.
Tito looking a bit ghostly and mysterious
Titanescu has perfected the evil stink-eye
Miss Jenny is doing her Freddy Kruger imitation.
In spite of all the headaches, the sunset yesterday was beautiful
Sunset by Lastech
Here’s a great Halloween video starring Shorty
Ok, it WAS raining at 0500 hours. It was a most wonderful sound. We’re supposed to get more, but I’ll believe it when I see it. It wasn’t enough rain, but any rain is better than no rain. This drought is taking a terrible toll on the state.
Note: I got a wild hair and decided to change the way the blog displays. It’s a work in progress, so have patience.
Now it’s time for the fur people to shine
Tito takes his napping seriously
Miss Jenny speaks
Titan trying to decide if a slap is in order.
Lastech took this pic the other day.
Clouds over the city
For something on the weird side, here’s a bit of “The Tale of the Crack Fox” from the Mighty Boosh. It’s only the first couple of minutes of the episode.
It appears that the Giants are in the World Series once again. That’s 3 times in 5 years. It’s the first time in 29 years that the Kansas City Royals have even been part of the post season. While I will root for the home team, I won’t cry if the Royals win. It would be well deserved. In either case, I just hope that the local morons don’t use it as an excuse to light fires and destroy things. Those who do are a blight on the community.
As for the pointy eared people, they don’t care about the World Series. They DO object to the celebratory gunfire and fireworks though.
Tito makes me sleepy just looking at him
Miss Jenny and her lovely blue peepers
Titan is looking quite regal
Titan sharing the doll bed with Miss Jenny
And now it’s time for the latest Simon’s Cat video.
If any of you are familiar with Shirley Jackson’s book The Haunting of Hill House, or the 1963 movie The Haunting, you’ll know what I’m referring to. The constant hammering from 7 am to 8 pm every day is awful. Hill House would be much more quiet by comparison. The pointy eared people have PTSD and we’re not far behind.
In light of all that, this their time to shine. This week, I decided to give them an artful tweak.
Tito soaking up sunshine
Miss Jenny and her doll bed
Titanescu is ever watchful
Here’s the construction update.
Behold the Tower of Babble…or Rabble.
As you can see, the room we live in is on the left. The source of our misery is on the right. Hill House has NOTHING on this mess.
So that I don’t end this on a sour note, he’s a mega dose of “Squee” from the ever wonderful Ze Frank. I can live with the fact that it’s a Friskies ad.
May you continue in good health, my dear.
We’re having a heat wave. It was a lovely 92 out yesterday and looks to be the same today. We’re all surviving it ok. It should cool down again soon. In the meantime, the kitties are all hiding in the darkest corners, so getting pics has been real work. Oh, and my lip is finally back to normal, though I’ll be on the antibiotics for another 5 days yet.
Here are the furkids
The fabulous Tito
Miss Jenny with the elegant whiskers
Titanescu the magnificent and owner of the claw of doom
And now, here are some foxes having fun.