And you may have answered this before, but what is the Sheriff wearing around her neck?
We have an underground fence around the back yard that works with that collar Kara’s wearing. If she gets to within five feet of the fence, the collar beeps so she knows to back off. If she keeps going, she gets a zap from the collar. Elwood, Tommy, and Sugarbutt all used to wear collars so they wouldn’t go over the fence, but we’ve determined that they’re well-trained enough that they stay away from the fence and don’t try to go over it anymore, even without the collars. Kara, on the other hand, will always go over the fence if she’s not wearing her collar, so she and Joe Bob are the only ones who have to wear the collars now. (Joe Bob, unfortunately, is really good at figuring out how to remove his collar from time to time, but we’re lucky that if he does go over the fence, he immediately heads for the side stoop. It’s not that he wants to run free – it’s that he wants us to know he could if he wanted to!)
Kara must test her collar regularly, because the instant the batteries die, she goes over the fence. She usually goes over the fence and immediately hides under the neighbor’s shed, or in our wood shed. I’m trying to be more diligant about checking the battery so that doesn’t happen!
Didja notice that the entry for this date 2010 was of Maxi hauling away on Corbie, with his doing a preemptive fall over?
He is gorgeous, but knows to make way for the ladies!
Corbie is NO FOOL when it comes to the bossy ladies in his life. If they look at him sideways, he immediately falls over so they know that HE knows that they’re in charge!
You mean you don’t need a committee to clean a litterbox? I’m going to have to take this to the union.
Oh, you’re probably TECHNICALLY supposed to have a committee for litter box cleaning, but don’t tell the union, they’ll fine me!
(How many cats does it take to scoop a litter box? One to roll around in the litter, one to swipe at the scoop, one to dig around in the bag of scooped pee and poop clumps, six to snoopervise from the safety of the litterbox entrance. Hefty fines imposed for those not wearing hard hats!)
Hey! Guess what was in my co-op produce box yesterday? PURSLANE!!!! 😉
We love purslane! We’ve got it growing wild this year – that stuff is totally invasive. Just like the kitten. 😉
Have you heard of “Catty Stacks“? I donated a set of four to a fund raiser auction for the no-kill shelter I volunteer at. They were snapped up at full price — not cheap but less work. I wouldn’t want to purchase a wall of them!
Those are so neat! The only reason I haven’t bought some of those for my own cats is because my own cats are BRATS and eventually someone would pee on them. I refuse to buy anything with cardboard walls that would be ruined by cat urine. (But that makes me wonder if I couldn’t slap together some kind of kitty condo using Rubbermaid containers… Hmm…) Good idea to donate them for a fund raiser!
Was it on here that someone referred to a tail-tip coloration like Purslane’s as a “tail light?” That’s what I think of every time I look at her.
If someone said that in the comments here, I don’t remember seeing it – but I love it! That’s the perfect description.
Have been reading the old posts from 2005. Poor little Sad Eyes. I am so glad he got over his problem and grew up to be handsome Sugarbutt. I love that guy. Does he still purr like crazy?
Sugarbutt is the happiest cat on earth, just about. All you have to do to get him to purr like crazy is kiss him behind the ear (my preferred method) or pet him, or even just talk to him. I’ve always said that if he were human, he’d be a pot-smoking surfer, because he is so laid back and chill about almost everything. (Except strangers, who freak him out, maaaaaan, and make him go climb up under the blanket on my bed and hide!)
My cat Rufus just had a leg amputated due to cancer (F U Cancer!!!), would peeps mind sending some optimistic thoughts that the doc got it all? =^.^=
Sending lots of love and happy thoughts your way, Dawn!!!
Has Purslane started talking to you yet? Don’t know if it’s a Tortie trait or not, but all the Torties I’ve known were regular chatterboxes.
All three of the Weeds girls are starting to find their voices. Purslane, especially, likes to squeak at me. If she’s somewhere in the house and doesn’t know where anyone else is, she’ll stand where she is and howl at the top of her lungs (which is NOT very loud. They must be small lungs!) until one of us calls for her – or one of the kittens goes to see what the big fuss is.
And right as I’m wondering how Mr. Magoo (aka Tony RH Picklepants) compares to Thistle, I scroll down and there they are! Is it just the camera angle or are they about the same size? (Too lazy to go back and find where you posted everyone’s latest weights!)
Last time I weighed them – last Sunday – Magoo weighed 2 pounds, 4 ounces and Thistle weighed 1 pound, 12 ounces. So there’s a decent size difference there, though it’s not immediately noticeable at first glance.
Robyn, what will you do with those dehydrated jalapenos then?
I make casseroles, spaghetti, lasagna – whatever Fred requests – for Fred to take to work for lunches (he splits them up into single-serving containers and freezes them). When I’m making them, I toss a small handful of dehydrated jalapenos in, and they rehydrate while they’re being cooked. Fred’s the only pepper lover in this house (except for jalapeno jelly, which isn’t hot at all, and which I looooove), so I don’t know why every year I insist that we grow several jalapeno plants. We always get more than we can use and say “Next year, just one or two plants, right?”, and then Spring comes and I’m all “WE NEED MORE JALAPENO PLANTS!” 🙂
Ahem.
HA – I love it! (And is there really no way to embed an image from Cheezburger.com? I swear I’ve done it before!)
My internet access at work has been severely curtailed but I have a great friend Brinn who forwards me your rss emails. I amuse myself and make myself feel happy by sometimes taking key pics and making them my desktop. Usually I just have one, and for added fun make an attempt to match the background either to the dominate background color of the picture or even more challenging I try to match the kittie’s eyes.
My latest version of this little happiness oasis at work is for me to imagine things that the kitties are staring at, and this was my latest result: Miz Polly Pickle has obviously given my usually dauntless son a reason to reconsider his imagined profession of noble Knight. 🙂
LOL! (And also, what an awesome friend Brinn is, to make sure you have your daily kitty goodness. 🙂 )
I introduced Philo to a red plastic straw tonight, and he was all, “Where have you BEEN all my life?!”
Straws are the AWESOMEST, according to my kitteh sources. Between the red straw and the red string from the Winnie’s Wish FUNdraiser, those kittens have been SERIOUSLY busy the last few days!
Somebody please PLEASE teach me how to get the sound from the Pickles’ video as a ringtone on my (ancient) phone. I could not stop laughing there at the end. It would at least give me something to look forward to when the telemarketers and bill collectors call!
I have not the knowledge on how to do this, but surely someone out there can talk us through it (I’d love to have it as a ringtone, too!)
Don’t you just want to kiss Polly Pickle right on the lips?
Petey, kneadin’ and nursin’.
Sweet Polly again.
Left to right: Percy, Polly, Magoo. I think they were watching Alice go up the steps to the platform.
I love it when they tuck their paws under their heads when they’re sleeping. So SWEET. (That’s Percy, by the way.)
This doll bed sits in my room. For a while Miz Poo was using it regularly, and then Alice Mo had a turn at it. Then it lay unused for a long time, until Petey found it and claimed it for himself. (There’s another doll bed just like that one, downstairs in the dining room. That’s where Miz Poo likes to hang out during the day.)
Purslane, smacking at Polly’s tail.
More Polly. I guess it’s a Polly kinda day.
Dandelion and Purslane, hanging out in the foster room.
“What? What you want?”
She is such a sweet little thing.
A super-sized dose of Corbie gorgeousness!
Eye on Da Bird.
The look on his face is cracking me UP.
Elwood is not impressed.
He grabs! He… misses!
(I love Newt’s face. He’s like “THIS idiot.”)
“Hmph.”
“I have no athletic skillz, but at least I’m beautiful!”
So true.
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Previously
2011: Cavorting Time (with George and Gracie.)
2010: Moxie has a crush.
2009: “Halp! Halp! CALL 911!!!”
2008: No entry.
2007: Again with the crazy orangutan arms.
2006: POOP IN THE LITTER BOX!
2005: So for the rest of their stay at Casa And3rson, Sad Eyes is going to become Sugarbutt, Little Cal is becoming Callie, and Barrett is becoming Bear, because he looks like a little bear. Smitty’s going to remain Smitty, ’cause that’s a pretty good name.