Showing posts with label cat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cat. 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

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Book Blurb Friday #23: The Loving House

TGIBBF!

Before I jump into Book Blurb Friday, I'd like to offer up a couple of links.

First, there is a blog contest you ought to check out. Karen at Write Now is celebrating 300 followers! Visit her blog by clicking HERE and sign up to win. There is a book and possibly chocolate involved. How can you go wrong?  A book. And CHOCOLATE.

Second, several of you emailed me asking for a link to the article about cats on Prozac. Click HERE to read it. Sorry I didn't have a direct link set up before. My brain was focused on the fact that I amused myself by writing about such a thing; it never occurred to me that you might actually want to read the article itself. Oops.

And now on to this week's Book Blurb Friday, where 150 words must sell your story.

If you are new to this blog, please click HERE or click the tab under the blog header for details of the Book Blurb Friday meme.  This is the shortened, abridged version:


Write a book jacket blurb (150 words or less) so enticing that potential readers would feel compelled to buy the book.

Below is this week's "book cover," generously offered for our creative blurbs by Kathy Matthews.  My book blurb follows:




The Loving House


The Loving House is a bed and breakfast in the Outer Banks with a reputation for romance. When its owner, Rowena Loving, mentions a sale, Amy Peerham is ready to buy the old B&B: her parents met and married there.

David Fields is a carpenter with a passion for restoring old Victorian houses, and he’s been dreaming of The Loving House since he was a kid.  His parents met there, and he’s prepared to outbid anyone.

When a hurricane threatens, Rowena sets a task for the adversaries:  Move into the B&B as caretakers for the duration of the storm, after which a new owner will be named.

David and Amy set aside their rivalry to face the storm and protect the property. And if Rowena has her way, The Loving House will not only survive the hurricane, it will live up to its reputation for romance.    (146 words)

Kathy's photo brought to my mind the B&B my husband and I stayed at last year in Asheville, NC.  I loved the whole feel of the place. It really was romantic!

Please put your name and link in Mr. Linky, below, if you are participating in Book Blurb Friday. If you have no blurb to share, please do not install a link. It will be treated as spam and removed. Thanks.

Please scroll past the Linky widget to see our "book cover" for next week.


Here is our "book cover" for next week's Book Blurb Friday #24, provided by Sioux Roslawski. Thanks, Sioux!



Great photo to get our creativity flowing! If you have a photograph you think would make a great book cover, please send it to me at writinginthebuff@hotmail.com.

See you in a few days for micofiction stories. Enjoy your weekend!
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

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Book Blurb Friday and Pawsitive Pondering: M is for Meow!

Can you believe it? Today is the letter M and that means we're halfway through the A to Z Challenge.  Bailey complained that she had yet to participate, so here she is with her feline insight.

PAWSITIVE PONDERING



M is for Meow:

Meow.  
The perfect four letter word. 
It means, "Hey, I'm hungry!" 
and 
"Feel my soft fur!" 
and 
"I want to curl up on your lap!"
and 
"Where are you? I love you and want to be with you!" 
all at the same time. 
Human four letter words are often taboo,
as opposed to the delightful sounding
"Meow!"
which is universally acceptable.
Meow!

Bailey isn't usually this verbose, but when she is passionate about something she isn't shy.  This ranks up there with her dissertation on the heartbreak of lactose intolerance. (Dairy makes her hock up fur balls. Really.)

Tomorrow is the letter N!

I invite you to please scroll down for Book Blurb Friday!


So how do you like this experiment that is Book Blurb Friday? I'm having a great deal of fun with it, especially reading all of your blurbs.  I especially like that I'm building a cache of story starters from the blurbs I've written. Have your book blurbs given you any writing ideas? Have you written anything based on one of your blurbs? I'd love to hear about it if you have.

Here is the photo for this week, courtesy of Lynn Obermoeller. My 150 word (or less) blurb is below.




Shady Daisy

Pearl Gerlish is tired of being treated like an old woman. The staff at Shady Daisy Rest Home wants to attach bells to her shoes—so she won’t wander off, they say. But Pearl knows better.  Something is afoot on the Shady Daisy grounds come nightfall, and she aims to learn what it is. 

Pearl enlists the aid of her teenage granddaughter, Chloe, a Goth wannabe who quotes Sylvia Plath; and Milton Studbruster, former gumshoe and Shady Daisy’s resident octogenarian Lothario.

Pearl, Chloe and Milton begin tailing Shady Daisy’s perky manager, Charlotte Chimera. But when she leads them through the woods to Slippery Rock at midnight, the hapless trio realizes they’re in trouble. For Slippery Rock is not just a simple water flume. . .Charlotte is not your average female. . .and dentures, sensible shoes and a waterlogged iPod are unreliable weapons against things that go bump in the night. (150 words)


If you are participating in Book Blurb Friday, please add your link below so other blurbers can find you, and then scroll down to see the "book cover" for next week.




Here is the "book cover" for next week's Book Blurb Friday, courtesy of Sioux Roslawski.


See you tomorrow for more Pawsitive Pondering!

Lisa

Pawsitive Pondering: L is for Lazy!

The A to Z Challenge brings us all the way to the letter L, and today's furry insight.

PAWSITIVE PONDERING




L is for Lazy:

Aw, c'mon. Just do it.
You know you want to.
A little catnap never hurt anyone.



I find it hard to argue with Aginor and Lanfear, my Floridian grand-cats. If it is one thing they know and do well, it's Lazy!

Please come back tomorrow for the letter M and Book Blurb Friday! A double header!

See you then -
Lisa

Monday, April 4, 2011

Pawsitive Pondering: C is for Cats AND Microfiction!

Please scroll down for today's microfiction. But first! Today is day three of the A to Z Challenge, and that means the letter C.  Tabby decided it was time she had a say.

PAWSITIVE PONDERING



 C is for Cats:   
We are not aloof, we just have a fine appreciation for our own company. 
As it turns out, we also adore yours. . .even if you're a real dog. 
Purrrr. . .


Saturday's post featured a dressed-up Dachshund (Lady Dog-Ga).  I neglected to mention that the pic was snapped last fall at the annual Howl-o-Weenie festival, sponsored by DREAM (Dachshund Rescue, Education, Awareness and Mentoring) here in Atlanta. Great organization, dedicated to promoting the love and care of this very fun and loving breed.

Come back tomorrow for the next A-Z post, D is for Dogs, to see what my "nephew" Buster has to say. For today's weekly microfiction, please see below.


Thanks to Grandma's Goulash for hosting Succinctly Yours, the Monday microfiction challenge.  It is a coincidence that the photo includes a cat, which meshes nicely with today's Pawsitive Pondering. 

This week's picture prompt is below along with my two stories (each 140 characters or less) to match.  Also, I used "culprit," the word of the week.

Picture by Edward Lear (1812 – 1888)
“Careful, idiot! That cat is from the Ming Dynasty collection!” 
“But it says ‘made in Taiwan’ on the tail.” 
“Ah, but it doesn’t say when!”

* * * * * * * * * *
Tabby purred, delighted. 
She had only to hock up one gooey fur ball with great show, 
and the culprits would free her.   
Putty in my paws. . .


Tabby is one cool cat. She'd like you to come back tomorrow to check out her pal Buster's Pawsitive Pondering for the letter "D."  Hope to see you then!

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

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Lanfear and Aginor: Kitties Extraordinaire!


Greetings!  We are Aginor and Lanfear, and we reside in Florida with our human pet, who happens to be the son of the lady who writes this blog.  We asked for our moment in the spotlight, and our human grandma agreed.  She's pretty cool for someone without a tail. . .or fur. . .or pointy ears. . .or fish breath. Hmmm....maybe we need to downgrade her from cool to pleasant. Yeah. That works.  She's, um, pleasant.

Anyway, as you can see, we love each other very much.  We are brother and sister and were thrilled to be adopted together.  It is so much more fun to claw up furniture with a friend than alone!  We also enjoy playing kitty ninja, tearing up paper products, and sitting on our pet's head.  He calls us "cat hat" when we do that.  We have names for him, too, but Grandma said we couldn't put them on her blog. 

We actually love our pet very much, and follow him everywhere when he is home.  He's awfully cute for a, you know, human.  He loves us, too, and takes lots of pictures to send to Grandma because she gets so excited. Well, really, who wouldn't?  I mean, look at us---we're freaking adorable!



 
We love to lay in the sunshine that beams through the windows into our apartment. It would be nice to go outside and chase crickets and birds and lizards and stuff, but our pet won't let us out.  The veterinarian said the average life expectancy for an indoor cat is 12+ years; for an outdoor cat it is much less, like 5-6 years.  Our pet wants to keep us around for a really long time, so he keeps us inside and gives us interesting things to do so we don't get bored; and, of course, we have each other to wrestle and cuddle with, and our pet is quite a diversion when he is home.

Grandma's cat, Bailey, became trapped outdoors last week.  Bailey will write a blog post about her adventure in the great outdoors very soon.  In the meantime, we just wanted to say "meow!" and let you share in our awesome wonderfulness!

Love from sunny Florida!
Lanfear and Aginor (Kitties Extraordinaire. . .really!)

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Furry Friendships



I sat down to post about yesterday's trip to the ER with my youngest daughter (appendicitis scare) and decided I'm still too emotionally spent to turn it into anything besides AARRGGGHHH! So the appendicitis-that-wasn't story will have to wait a few days.

Instead, I'm writing about a topic that never fails to cheer me:  my furry buddies! If you know me or read my blog, you've seen pictures of the animals that share my space.  To make it easy for you, I posted photos of my furry beloveds. Aren't they the coolest hairy kids ever?

Sitting here in my office with my gray kitty, Bailey, in my lap and my black Lab mix, Penny, stretched out at my feet, I considered how lucky I am to have been born with an "I-adore-animals" gene.  I know people who don't care for animals ("Too much hair!" "Eww, slobber!") and I can't understand it.  So dogs and cats shed. . .big hairy deal.  Pull out your vacuum cleaner a little more often.  Slobber? Nothing a little soap and water can't take care of.  Those things are a small price to pay for tail wags and purrs and unconditional love that reduces stress and eases heartache.

How do our dogs know when we need a wet nose pressed against our hand?  How do our cats know when we need a purring body curled up in our lap?  Pets know their humans.  These wonderful creatures read our moods and decipher our emotional needs like furry barometers.  Don't believe me? Ask anyone who has an animal companion and they will tell you the same thing.

What do the furry friendships in your life mean to you? Do you have an animal companion who senses your moods? Who is your furry beloved?


Til next time -
Lisa

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Ear Worms! Curious Cat Wants to Know. . .

Good day.

I am Bailey, Tabitha's sister.  I am not a member of SCRATCH (Smart Cats Rebel Against Totally Crazy Humans) and I do not covet world domination. I am a house cat, and an exceptional specimen of feline intelligence.  It is not lack of ability that causes me to eschew aspirations of world domination.  Rather, it seems to me that world domination requires much work and diabolical thinking.  This would interfere with my naps, and we can't have that.

Since Tabby is otherwise occupied, having claimed a spot in front of the kitchen pantry--the prime location for scoring kitty treats--I thought I'd give this curious cat thing a try.  I am a cat, I am curious, and as it happens there is something I've been itching to know:

My pet complains of ear worms which are not, as you might suppose, either playthings or snacks.  An ear worm is a song  or jingle that plays in one's head without respite, often a tune of an aggravating nature. My pet once complained of the Meow Mix song keeping her up all night. I find it rather soothing, myself, but she deemed it an assault on her sanity.  What is the worst ear worm with which you have suffered?

Thank you very much for your attention. It has been lovely.  Really.

Meow,
Bailey

Monday, April 19, 2010

What's in Your Bag? Curious Cat Wants to Know...

Greetings! It is I, Tabby, gifting you with my blog presence.  Please, don't thank me.

I've slept my desired 18 hours and am ready to fluff my fur and get to work.  I'll take a moment to ask my question on behalf of SCRATCH (Smart Cats Rebel Against Totally Crazy Humans), after which I shall meander to the kitchen for a snack and then make my way to the basement to visit the little kitties' box.  At the conclusion of my box visit--*yawn*--I will locate a suitable lap into which I shall nestle for a power nap.  So you see, I have the next half hour well-mapped and it is, therefore, no trouble to bless you with my musings.

Please spare a moment from your human life to offer your opinion and insight on the following: 

I have snooped...er, investigated...my pet's bag (she calls it a purse) and discovered a wallet and keys. Ho-hum. She also carries a measuring tape, among other oddities.  What is the oddest item in your bag, and why do you carry it with you?

As always, thank you for assisting  in my quest for world domination. I'm off to complete my agenda, but perhaps after my lap nap I'll call a meeting of SCRATCH to discuss my rise to power.  Or maybe I'll go back to sleep.

Meow,
Tabby

Monday, April 12, 2010

Nightmare on Elmeow Street: Curious Cat Wants to Know...











To prove my fondness for canines, I asked my pet to post the photo on the left of me with Penny, one of the pups with whom I coexist. She is a cute little thing, isn't she? A bit kibble-brained but, to be fair, that is part of her considerable charm.

My other canine companion, Rigby, pictured on the right, is...ah, me-ow, I must admit, quite brilliant, in spite of his clownish mugging for the camera.  He is a thinker, and quite the challenging housemate. He is the founder of FETCH (Finding Earth's True Canine Heroes), an organization devoted to the canonization of faithful dogs. He is angling for his own reality show.

There, now, see? I like dogs. I just happen to think felines have more class.  We do not, after all, burp so loudly as to disturb our pets' rest, or create malodorous blasts of air from our nether regions.  Ah, well, I suppose it is simply a matter of one's preference...which segues nicely to my question of the week:

Imagine...you are alone in a secluded house in the woods.  Night arrives and with it a terrible thunder storm. The electricity fails and you descend with a flashlight to the dark cellar to inspect the fuse box. The door locks behind you, and you realize you are not alone. You will be trapped until morning, when a neighboring cat (oh, okay, fine...and a dog, too) hears your wails and runs for help.  With whom would you choose to be trapped and why? Please choose from the following:

a) Hannibal Lecter; b) Freddie Krueger; c) Lizzie Borden; d) The Joker; or e) Lady GaGa.

Consider your answers carefully.  Remember, I'm aiming for world domination here, so I need to know these things.

Meow,
Tabby

Monday, April 5, 2010

Curious Cat Wants to Know...

Welcome to the first installment of Curious Cat Wants to Know.  I am, to the ignorant among you, a domestic short-haired house cat who sleeps eighteen hours a day and requires human interaction to complete my hairy happiness.  

In reality, I, Tabitha (aka Tabby), am an undercover operative for SCRATCH (Smart Cats Revolt Against Totally Crazy Humans).  While pretending to snooze I plot world domination.  In my downtime, I struggle for answers to questions that plague me, such as, "Why do humans find furballs repulsive?" and "If a dog barks in the woods and no one is there to hear him...who cares?"

In my quest for supremacy of the human race, I meowed for and received a space here on my pet's blog where I will pose my scintillating questions.  This is my first inquiry: 

Curious cat wants to know... 

If you could interview any famous movie/TV animal, which one would it be and why?  What single question would you most like to have answered?

Yes, I know that is more than one question, but I am a cat.  Counting is a chore I delegate to my minions.

Okay.  Now...participate, human.

Meow,
Tabby

Friday, April 2, 2010

Three Little Blurbs

First:  A giant "thank you!" to Kathy at Oregon Gifts of Comfort and Joy! She held a contest on her blog and my name came up a winner.  My prize(s) arrived yesterday--a cookbook, some cool handmade drawstring bags, and the fixings for homemade cookies, complete with a red spatula that matches my kitchen color scheme, proving that Kathy is not only talented and generous, but clairvoyant, as well.  Thanks again, Kathy!

Second:  As a writer I possess an insatiable curiosity regarding the details of every little thing (condensed: I'm nosy), so beginning next week I will post a "question of the day".  Some days it will be a goofy question, some days serious; my goal is to learn more about you, my blogging buddies, and to collect bits and bites of your insights and humor on various subjects.  Please check back on Monday morning for the first installment of "Curious Cat Wants to Know..."

Third:  VibrantNation.com is a site for "women of a certain age" and I qualify, which means I'm an old bagger...er...I mean, a mature lady.  The site is pretty cool, with ongoing chat about women's issues.  There is also an army of featured bloggers, the ranks of which your truly was invited to join.  The editor stumbled upon my blog while engaged in a web search of--are you ready for this?--chin hairs!  Why she searched this topic is anyone's guess, but search she did, and she found Writing in the Buff. (To read the post that piqued her interest go to my VN blog link.) Soon after, I received an invitation to have my blog re-published on VibrantNation, and since shameless self-promotion is not a problem for me, I've opted in. 

Last but not least:  This is a busy world, and y'all have lives and work that keep you hopping.  Thank you for reading my blog and commenting, either here or via email.  I appreciate you and the time you take to drop in here at Writing in the Buff.  Thanks!

Curious Cat and I will see you Monday!

Have a safe and blessed Easter weekend 
Lisa

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Hot Dog!







Congratulate me on my new grand-dog!

The little nipper is an 8-week-old miniature Dachshund. The proud “mama”, my daughter Stephanie, named him McGee after her favorite character from the NCIS television series. She has wanted a pooch of her own for years, and we gifted her with the pup as part of her college graduation present. Though he receives attention from all of us, he somehow knows that Stephanie belongs to him; she is the love of his little doggy life.

While McGee accepts us as his pack, our gray cat, Bailey, refuses to acknowledge his existence at all. Maybe she thinks if she ignores him he’ll go away. Our other cat, Tabby—aka She Who Reigns Supreme—hisses and stands her ground to let McGee know that she is the boss; he believes it and gives her a wide berth. Rigby, our yellow Lab mix, cocks his head and furrows his brow as if to say, “How do you keep winding this thing up?” Penny, our black Lab mix, is the most relaxed with the newcomer and lays down to let him play. Both dogs outweigh the diminutive McGee by 45+ pounds. It is amazing to watch them interact; they seem to know he is a baby who requires their patience.

Housebreaking the little two-and-a-half pound squeak toy is a joint effort. Mostly we try not to step on him. He trots around with the big dogs like he owns the place and I love the Rottweiler attitude in the little hot dog body; when he grows up he may just give Tabby a run for her money in the “bossy” department. I don’t know yet if he is really that self-confident or just too clueless to realize he’s the size of an hors d'Å“uvre.

McGee was the runt of the litter and since most miniature Dachshunds max out at eleven pounds, we aren’t expecting McGee to amount to much, if you know what I mean. My guess is he will always be small, bright, silly, and—yes, he’s won our hearts—utterly irreplaceable.

Until Stephanie moves into her own apartment we will be a three dog family. I don’t think of it as extra fur balls and muddy feet. Any dog lover will tell you it just means triple the love. Rawr.

Til next time –
Lisa

Monday, May 18, 2009

Furry Furballs



Poor kitty-cat Bailey. She is sick and heading off to the vet this morning. She is in her carrier, whining as though someone just chopped off her tail with a meat cleaver which, I promise you, is not the case. Animals in our household fare extremely well. They are loved and spoiled. That is just what we do here at chez Claro.

We boast four furry kids: two dogs and two cats. They get along like siblings do; that is to say sometimes they co-exist peacefully and sometimes they don’t. The dogs tease the cats, the cats tease the dogs; an hour later they rub noses and offer each other slobbery kisses. On occasion they have been known to nap together.

The house will feel lopsided with Bailey gone today. The dogs might not pay too much attention, but our other cat, Tabby, will be out of sorts and probably whiny, wondering what happened to her little sister. With luck, Bailey’s only problem will be an overabundance of furballs in her belly, and we’ll be able to bring her home before day’s end. She endures the furball problem every year, and we along with her, as she hocks them up all over the house. The dogs appreciate the unexpected hors d’oeuvre, but Bailey does not share their glee.

Of course, she isn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of a veterinary visit, either, judging from the pitiful wails I’m hearing as she bemoans her misfortune. That’s okay, though. When she returns home later today she’ll be greeted with sniffs, tail wags, a few licks across the top of her head, and a lot of loving.

That always perks up my day. No doubt it will meet with Bailey’s approval as well.

Meow,
Lisa