Showing posts with label Luna. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Luna. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Ssscat!

If you are a frequent visitor to Writing the Buff then you are aware that a year ago my daughter rescued a kitten from a storm drain.  Only six months after her adoption into our home, I reported the kitty to be a domestic terrorist.  We are now one year and one month out, and Luna is still our favorite little troublemaker.
Just to give you a visual reference, here’s a picture of Luna shortly after she arrived at our home:






And here she is now, sitting right where she’s not supposed to be:





The latter photo is important, because it allows me to segue into the naked truth about a wonderful cat deterrent product called Ssscat.  Here’s the situation.

Luna, also known around the house as Luna-tic, is loved and accepted by all with the exception of the undisputed Feline Queen of the house, aka Tabitha. Tabby’s dislike of Luna is so strong that Tabby is now on Prozac to ease her stress.  Here's a pic of our Prozac kitty, Tabby:





Now, before you start feeling too sorry for Tabby, please understand that her relationship with Luna is complicated. They coexist peacefully most of the time, until one of them cannot stand the quiet another moment. When that happens, the antsy party intentionally aggravates the other. Sometimes it is Luna batting at Tabby’s tail; sometimes it is Tabby swatting at Luna and giving a hiss. In either case, the result is the same. Luna takes off with Tabby in hot pursuit.

Luna is young and able to jump to high places where the older Tabby cannot. One of those is the kitchen counter.  When Luna was younger, I made the mistake of allowing her to take refuge on the counter. After all, she was a baby in fear of having the snot kicked out of her. The problem is, the kitchen counter soon became more than her refuge. It became her Kitty Kingdom.  I spent most of my kitchen time tossing her off. For every fifty times I picked her up and set her on the floor there is an equal number of times that she jumped right back up again.

Even if you love cats, the joke that everything tastes a little better with cat hair in it is only true on a tee-shirt.  The reality is, we like our food served fur free.

And so it was that after the whirlwind of Thanksgiving cooking I put my foot down. No more Luna on the counter.  Now the problem was how to train a young, smart, stubborn, and incredibly persistent cat to stay off.

That’s where Ssscat comes in. Here's the product description from Amazon:

"Train your cat to stay away from restricted areas, such as the fishbowl or the kitchen counter. The SSSCAT Cat Training Aid uses a patented motion detector that senses when your cat is approaching an area she’s supposed to stay away from and releases a brisk spray. The scentless, stainless, harmless, painless spray startles the cat, training her to avoid that area from now on. You can adjust the angles of detection and spray direction. Good for indoor and outdoor use. Repels cats from up to 3 feet. Requires no training. Leaves no residue. Completely safe for all cats, humans, and the environment. Includes adjustable SSSCAT motion detector, can of harmless HFC134a gas, and user guide. Uses 4 AAA batteries (sold separately)."

Ssscat is awesome. We just turn it on, and it is a silent patroller of the countertops. Luna jumps up, the motion detector senses her adorable fluffiness, and—SSSHHH!—the air blows out with the loud sound of an aerosol.  Twice was all it took, and Luna stayed off the counter for days. She ventured back up there a couple times when the Ssscat was turned off, but all it took was a Ssscat refill and we were back in business. My counters are cat free. Best of all, the device doesn't harm the kitty in any way; she just really hates the noise and blowing air.

Luna still plays her rousing rounds of chase-and-fight with Tabby, but those incidences are becoming less and less. Our hope is that when Luna is older those feline fights will end altogether. In the meantime, Ssscat has my vote as one of the most effective (and safe) cat deterrents ever.

So now you know the naked truth about Ssscat. You also know the naked truth about the domestic battles that occur in my otherwise happy household.  The fur flies, but not into our casseroles.

See you next for Book Blurb Friday!

Lisa

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Prozac Kitty

Does anyone else out there write for Suite 101?  I’m curious, because with regard to writing nonfiction articles for this content site I’ve managed to amuse myself. Oh, it is not that my writing is satirical or worthy of a funny-bone giggle. The truth is, I’ve only written one article so far. About. . .



Prozac Kitty

Cats on Prozac.

Sadly, I’m not making this up.

With Suite 101 I have the opportunity to write about any topic—any topic, buttercup—and what do I choose?

Cats.

On Prozac.

I know, I know. From the back of which dark closet did I pull that one? Believe it or not, my cat Tabby, that beauty pictured above, is indeed a kitty on Prozac. The vet prescribed the antidepressant for her due to stress and anxiety created by Luna, rescued kitten/ninja extraordinaire and bona fide domestic terrorist. 



Rrrowrr. . .


It wasn’t my expectation to write a nonfiction article about stressed out cats. And that is why I’m amused.  This whole exercise reminded me that when it comes to writing, I can still surprise myself when the process takes me somewhere I didn’t expect to go, which, thank goodness, is blissfully often.

I may not have chosen the most newsworthy item about which to write. But the love I have for simply following my muse, even when it sends me down a crazy path, is the reason I just can’t stop writing. Who knows where it will lead me next?

What compels you to keep writing or doing something else you’re crazy about? When was the last time your muse surprised you?

See you back here for Book Blurb Friday!
Lisa

Saturday, April 16, 2011

A to Z Challenge Pawsitive Pondering: N is for Ninja!

Lovely Luna is back to help us celebrate the letter "N".  She is a six month old rescue (found in a storm drain at three weeks old) who struts about the house with a personality full of cattitude. It is no wonder she loves the letter "N."


Pawsitive Pondering








N is for Ninja:

Be you feline, canine or human, know this:
Awesome ninja skills can never be overrated.
Hi-Yah!

And after a good ninja work out. . .



N is for Nap:

Exhausted from using your super ninja skills to save the world
from evil kitty toys and red laser lights?
Curl up and catch a little shut-eye,
but remember this:
Be sure the water is off 
before you hide in a sink!



See you Monday for more A to Z and the letter O!

Hi-Yah!
Lisa

Monday, April 11, 2011

Pawsitive Pondering: I is for Individuality AND Microfiction Monday!

On behalf of the A to Z Challenge, Pawsitive Pondering offers up a puppy's and kitten's take on just being yourself.


PAWSITIVE PONDERING




I is for Individuality
If climbing into a shoe makes you purr. . .
or
a good wind-whooshing makes you holler, "Woof!"

then we say,
"Go for it!"
Celebrate your uniqueness!

Luna is our "storm drain kitty," rescued last October by my youngest daughter. She looks sweet and innocent in the photo, but don't let her fool you. She's really a domestic terrorist. Her specialty is glass breakage and annoying the other household inhabitants, human and furry alike.  She is lovable as all get-out, though, and we celebrate her individuality with kitty treats and lots of love.

Special Agent McGee is a miniature Dachshund who loves the wind in his hair. . .er, ears. A daredevil, he fears no circumstance (as long as his human mom is holding onto him and keeping him safe, as she was in this photo).

Scroll down for this week's microfiction!


Microfiction, compliments of Succinctly Yours at Grandma's Goulash, is presented below. Each tale is 140 characters or less. Here is my take on this week's photo, with use of "procrastinate," the word of the week:

photo courtesy of morgueFile


Ben procrastinated boarding. 
Sick of sales meetings, airports and boring flights, 
he sighed, 
“Mother was right. I should’ve been a doctor.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Molly bounced with excitement. 
She noticed that Mama laughed, 
and didn’t even say to “settle down.”   
All because Daddy would be here soon! 


See you tomorrow for more Pawsitive Pondering and the letter J!

Lisa

Friday, December 3, 2010

Keyboard with Cattitude

Luna apparently thought my last post lacked an air of realism.  She kidnapped my keyboard and held it hostage for the better part of a half hour.





Now that I have my laptop back, I've got work to do. Hope everyone has a terrific weekend!

Til next time -
Lisa

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Loony for Luna

Luna at 5-weeks-old, 13 ounces
                      
When my daughter brought home a 5-week-old kitten, found shivering in a storm drain, my initial reaction wasn't just "no", it was "hellsabellsapoppin' NO!" After all, our household already caters to two dogs, two cats, and two rats. Do we need another furry critter roaming about?

Apparently, we do. *sigh*

My daughter named her Luna, and on her initial visit to the vet Luna required de-worming and antibiotics for a respiratory infection. Luna brought fleas with her, too, but at only 13 ounces, she was too tiny for chemical treatment; the alternative was daily grooming with a flea comb.

I asked our vet if they had room for her in their cat adoption room. "No," the doctor said. "But I can give you the numbers of a couple of no-kill shelters."

Yeah, right. Like I would take a sick, furry baby to a shelter. I'd gnaw my arm off at the shoulder first.

And that, buttercup, is how Luna became the newest member of our furry menagerie.  She graduated from helpless baby to sharp-clawed terrorist in just a few short weeks. She weighs in at 2 pounds, is now healthy and free of fleas, and thinks she owns the place. And pretty much, she does.

Luna at 3-months-old, 2 pounds


Luna hangs out with me while I'm writing and delights in batting things from my desk and laying kitty paw prints on my keyboard and screen. She also keeps my lap warm and purrs with contentment when I coo at her. Overall, she has proven herself to be a delightful muse.

Pray for me, please, that no other critter in need shows up at my doorstep. I'm running out of lap space.

Til next time -
Lisa