Mom began to beckon to me this morning: "Princess??? Do you want a "TREAT" ?", she said with this special tone in her voice.
I wasn't so sure... I looked her right in the eye trying to discern what does she really mean. I pretty much stopped in my tracks trying to decide.
"Yeah, that's right.. It's a treat! ", she kept saying. "Come on!.." I watched her squeeze this brown stuff from a [tube]. Now she had it on her finger. Noooo, I don't think so, I thought. I started to move on away. No-no-no, I thought. Not that stuff.
"Aw, come on Princess! Look! I like it, see? ". I stopped and turned around to see her licking it on her finger [no, I wasn't, it was make-believe for her consumption]. Huh... It's good enough for mom, anyway. I stopped and hesitated now. My eyes got wider while I was watching her take it in like that.
"See, it's nummy-num!", she reassured me, walking toward me. Aw, okay.. If that's what it really is... I slowed down and stopped, curving my neck coquetishly this way and that, waiting for her. Next thing I knew, she lowered her paw near my face. Oh-NO! It DOESN'T smell good! Noo! I DON"T like this gooey stuff, NO!
She managed to take a glop and stick it under my nose. Now I had to lick it off whether I liked it or not..
To my worst nightmare, she came after me again with it. I ran in Googie's direction. He was blissfully eating his lunch as I scurried past him, trying to evade mom and her gooey finger.
Googie finally woke up from his eternal oblivion and noticed my predicament, forgetting his food bowl and running over to me a few steps away: "Pipi, honey, what's WRONG?", he tried to placate me, nose-to-nose. "I just can't stand this stuff...", I tried to say still reeling from the taste. After watching me carefully for a few moments, he didn't seem to think it was any big deal.
The ordeal was over and Googie kept looking at mom and, alternately, me - STILL trying to figure out in his oblivion what all this fuss was about.
[Googie actually LIKES this stuff... but it's not for him... It's for underweight cats...]
Monday, May 24, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The Dumbells
I was hanging out the big area [living room] when I saw mom come down holding two things on both her hands. She just stood there then and started lifting her paws [arms] back and forth ... this way and that... holding those things in her paws the entire time... Now, that is a new one. I've never seen this number before. I swear, she must've done this for ... definitely a while.
Then she dropped both of these... things right on the "upstairs" steps and walked on. I had to run right over to them, see what was up. Nose-to-things.... Well, I couldn't quite make out any smell on them... How weird... What in the world are these?? And WHY are they so important? WHAT was she DOING with them??
Princess never misses a beat. She's always watching what I'm doing, following me around... The other day I picked up the five-pound dumbells I had stashed away in a closet. I brought them down to the living rom and started lifting them in front of the mirror, doing the standard upper body exercises. I really didn't notice her doing anything and I'm not sure where she was the whole time of the exercising.
After I was done, I placed both dumbells on the steps and moved in the direction of the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Princess running up to the dumbells soon as I had dropped them there: Nose-to-dumbells type of inspection.
Then she dropped both of these... things right on the "upstairs" steps and walked on. I had to run right over to them, see what was up. Nose-to-things.... Well, I couldn't quite make out any smell on them... How weird... What in the world are these?? And WHY are they so important? WHAT was she DOING with them??
Princess never misses a beat. She's always watching what I'm doing, following me around... The other day I picked up the five-pound dumbells I had stashed away in a closet. I brought them down to the living rom and started lifting them in front of the mirror, doing the standard upper body exercises. I really didn't notice her doing anything and I'm not sure where she was the whole time of the exercising.
After I was done, I placed both dumbells on the steps and moved in the direction of the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Princess running up to the dumbells soon as I had dropped them there: Nose-to-dumbells type of inspection.
Googie! What Are You DOING?!!
In the same afternoon, Gabriel tried to foray to the foyer. He wanted to look out the glass panel.
The moment he stepped down and walked on over across the small foyer floor, Princess snapped to attention and bounced in his direction, following his trail.
"Googie! WHAT are you DOING?!!", she seemed to be saying, ears perked, neck stretched toward him as if waiting for an explanation.
Googie dutifully turned around and looked at her. "it's no big deal, Pipi .. Ah just wanna look out, you know?"
"But, Googie! Didn't we say this is a no-no? You're never allowed out, or even THINK about it!"...
The moment he stepped down and walked on over across the small foyer floor, Princess snapped to attention and bounced in his direction, following his trail.
"Googie! WHAT are you DOING?!!", she seemed to be saying, ears perked, neck stretched toward him as if waiting for an explanation.
Googie dutifully turned around and looked at her. "it's no big deal, Pipi .. Ah just wanna look out, you know?"
"But, Googie! Didn't we say this is a no-no? You're never allowed out, or even THINK about it!"...
The Cat Twister
Gabriel discovered an open window this afternoon by the living room (screened-in of course). So he hung out there by the window sill until he decided he was ready to move on.
Unfortunately, the couch was blocking him - next thing I see is Gabriel 'snake eyes' peering up from the window sill: "You can do it, go ahead!", I encouraged him.
By gosh-darn it, he could and did; somehow, he believed me and got this huge belly up the couch in a really closed-up space to-boot. This is where it got interesting: He looked at his choices for the way down. One, he could walk on down the couch's arm and jump from there. Or two, he could step over to the end table. Which was full of pictures.
Hmmm, what does a cat do... Let's see... He started step-by-step. He navigated those huge white paws literally step by step through the end table so that he wouldn't knock down any pictures.
("Ah know awl thaaat... Pipi told me mom doesn't like anythang knocked down...Ah'm very careful with awl thaaat...)
Unfortunately, the couch was blocking him - next thing I see is Gabriel 'snake eyes' peering up from the window sill: "You can do it, go ahead!", I encouraged him.
By gosh-darn it, he could and did; somehow, he believed me and got this huge belly up the couch in a really closed-up space to-boot. This is where it got interesting: He looked at his choices for the way down. One, he could walk on down the couch's arm and jump from there. Or two, he could step over to the end table. Which was full of pictures.
Hmmm, what does a cat do... Let's see... He started step-by-step. He navigated those huge white paws literally step by step through the end table so that he wouldn't knock down any pictures.
("Ah know awl thaaat... Pipi told me mom doesn't like anythang knocked down...Ah'm very careful with awl thaaat...)
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Do Ah Really Wanna Do That?
Ah walked mom "downstairs" tuday and Ah saw her open up the door. This time it was wide open and Ah could see beyond the door. [garage door was open]
Ah stood there, shifting mah neck tryin' to figure out: what's out there anyway?
Ah looked at mom to get my cue. "Nah... you really don't wanna go out there ..", she said. "You wouldn't know what to DO..", she stepped back in and stroked me. Aw, Ah see...
Okay, then. Ah'll just shift mah focus back on the uther side of the room where Ah can see awl kands of thangs and that new guy lounging in the grass [a bunny].
And so, Gabriel gave up wondering what's out there beyond the garage door and went back to his post.
Ah stood there, shifting mah neck tryin' to figure out: what's out there anyway?
Ah looked at mom to get my cue. "Nah... you really don't wanna go out there ..", she said. "You wouldn't know what to DO..", she stepped back in and stroked me. Aw, Ah see...
Okay, then. Ah'll just shift mah focus back on the uther side of the room where Ah can see awl kands of thangs and that new guy lounging in the grass [a bunny].
And so, Gabriel gave up wondering what's out there beyond the garage door and went back to his post.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Gabriel Comes Up To Speed
Princess II, aka P-P or "Pipi", understands what "ALL CLEAN!" means. It means that I have just cleaned the litter box and she can go in and have at it.
She understood this early on... You might remember my shock when I first brought her to the house in December 2008 and discovered she knew all the old phrases: "Time for your nummy-num!", and "Wanna go upstairs" or "Time for beddie-bye!" - upon which she bounded up the stairs (!) the first time she ever heard this phrase as a little kitten. I'll just never forget that. (Of course, I still needed reassurance from F. Reed Brown, the renowned psychic counselor, to tell me that the cat had reincarnated.. just because I was second-guessing myself.)
So, all along we've settled into our old routine and Princess even finishes cleaning her litter box if I disrupt her by accident (see video - key words: Princess Diaries cats cleans litter box on YouTube or herein.)
Gabriel though, was not quite up on all of that. Then I cleaned the damn litter box again the other day, and called out my perfunctory message: "ALL CLEAAAN!". She comes jumping up and inspects the box, plunges right in it. Next thing I know, GABRIEL comes to ... he suddenly jumps up the stairs too, eyes wide open and dilated...
"Did I HEAR that right??", he looked at me and then looked in the direction of the cat-bathroom... "Is it TRUE?"... He quickly walked on in to take advantage of a brand new, cleaned box.
"Let me git awn in there before I lose my chance."
She understood this early on... You might remember my shock when I first brought her to the house in December 2008 and discovered she knew all the old phrases: "Time for your nummy-num!", and "Wanna go upstairs" or "Time for beddie-bye!" - upon which she bounded up the stairs (!) the first time she ever heard this phrase as a little kitten. I'll just never forget that. (Of course, I still needed reassurance from F. Reed Brown, the renowned psychic counselor, to tell me that the cat had reincarnated.. just because I was second-guessing myself.)
So, all along we've settled into our old routine and Princess even finishes cleaning her litter box if I disrupt her by accident (see video - key words: Princess Diaries cats cleans litter box on YouTube or herein.)
Gabriel though, was not quite up on all of that. Then I cleaned the damn litter box again the other day, and called out my perfunctory message: "ALL CLEAAAN!". She comes jumping up and inspects the box, plunges right in it. Next thing I know, GABRIEL comes to ... he suddenly jumps up the stairs too, eyes wide open and dilated...
"Did I HEAR that right??", he looked at me and then looked in the direction of the cat-bathroom... "Is it TRUE?"... He quickly walked on in to take advantage of a brand new, cleaned box.
"Let me git awn in there before I lose my chance."
Memory Lane: Revisiting the Princess Diaries from Sept 2005
September 15, 2005 – Birthday Month Series – Not An Ordinary Cat
There are subtle ways you can tell whether your cat is different from say, other cats you have encountered. It might be when you are watching her play. Princess doesn't just grab, bite, or attack the toy hanging on the string (a gift from our petsitter that was, looks just like a fishing pole actually). No, no: Princess actually bats it back to you as if she's playing badminton. We can go back and forth like this forever ... every time I tempt her with the string toy, she will raise her paw and bat it straight back like a racquet ...hmmm...
There was the time I told her we had a 'new' petsitter and Lisa came through the door. Princess knows the word 'petsitter' well, just like the word 'doctor' and if the latter is mentioned, she disappears fast! :) But this time the word "petsitter" was said, and Princess took one look at Lisa and turned her back on her. I mean, the cat didn't just run away at the site of a new face, or wander aimlessly about. No, no - she simply turned her back and stayed in that position in protest. She liked Julie best because every time Julie comes through the door Princess greets her with a deep purr!
Most touching of all though, are the times when Princess and I get into a tiff: I want to hold her close for a few minutes and she doesn't like that. So she starts making ugly noises about it ... until I will let her go; but then she turns around and rubs her face against my hand as if to reassure me she still loves me, in spite of the smothering. ("Smother" is another word she doesn't like.) Then she'll lay there and start cleaning herself as if I got her dirty. This happens every time, I swear to god...
What a Priss!
There are subtle ways you can tell whether your cat is different from say, other cats you have encountered. It might be when you are watching her play. Princess doesn't just grab, bite, or attack the toy hanging on the string (a gift from our petsitter that was, looks just like a fishing pole actually). No, no: Princess actually bats it back to you as if she's playing badminton. We can go back and forth like this forever ... every time I tempt her with the string toy, she will raise her paw and bat it straight back like a racquet ...hmmm...
There was the time I told her we had a 'new' petsitter and Lisa came through the door. Princess knows the word 'petsitter' well, just like the word 'doctor' and if the latter is mentioned, she disappears fast! :) But this time the word "petsitter" was said, and Princess took one look at Lisa and turned her back on her. I mean, the cat didn't just run away at the site of a new face, or wander aimlessly about. No, no - she simply turned her back and stayed in that position in protest. She liked Julie best because every time Julie comes through the door Princess greets her with a deep purr!
Most touching of all though, are the times when Princess and I get into a tiff: I want to hold her close for a few minutes and she doesn't like that. So she starts making ugly noises about it ... until I will let her go; but then she turns around and rubs her face against my hand as if to reassure me she still loves me, in spite of the smothering. ("Smother" is another word she doesn't like.) Then she'll lay there and start cleaning herself as if I got her dirty. This happens every time, I swear to god...
What a Priss!
Friday, May 14, 2010
I Can Call A Bluff
As Princess-reincarnate of the house here, I can tell you that I know how to handle mom. And how to read her. When I see something's wrong, I keep Googie at bay. ("Googie, go back to your fake hunting okay? I need some time alone with mom" [so "Googie" disappears and can be found by the downstairs window.] )
So, like, the other day, I could tell she was really upset; so I quietly followed her and told Googie to scram. When she woke up the next morning, I wanted to check her out closely. As she stood there looking out the window, I jumped on the ledge and stretched up on her body with my front paws so I could eyeball her straight-up.
And I can call a bluff you know. Other times, she tries to mess with my mind. She'll be on her "beddie-bye" and I'll jump on and then she'll just raise her hand with that damn thing [the remote]. I no longer let that thing scare me, and make me jump down every time - I just ignore it. I'll still go up to her and inspect her face closely anyway.
And then of course there are my high-energy moments. Really though, I mirror her mood: when I see her getting all revved up, I'll just charge toward her and bounced off the bed as she's standing near it. I like to just jump real fast on the corner of the bed and bounce right back off and run like a bullet.
So, like, the other day, I could tell she was really upset; so I quietly followed her and told Googie to scram. When she woke up the next morning, I wanted to check her out closely. As she stood there looking out the window, I jumped on the ledge and stretched up on her body with my front paws so I could eyeball her straight-up.
And I can call a bluff you know. Other times, she tries to mess with my mind. She'll be on her "beddie-bye" and I'll jump on and then she'll just raise her hand with that damn thing [the remote]. I no longer let that thing scare me, and make me jump down every time - I just ignore it. I'll still go up to her and inspect her face closely anyway.
And then of course there are my high-energy moments. Really though, I mirror her mood: when I see her getting all revved up, I'll just charge toward her and bounced off the bed as she's standing near it. I like to just jump real fast on the corner of the bed and bounce right back off and run like a bullet.
The Aroma In The Toaster
There is nothing like the special aroma I got a whiff of the other day when I turned on the toaster. WITH my muffins right in there already. Thanks to "Pipi's" heat rampaging, she's managed to make her mark even on my god damned toaster! .... Smelled like skunk actually...
(Gotta get that cat fixed... SOON! But her cycles keep coming only days apart..)
(Gotta get that cat fixed... SOON! But her cycles keep coming only days apart..)
Pipi and the Pecking Order
Hah, y'awl.. Gabriel here. Let me tell ya, Ah gawt caught up in mom's kitchen sink, literally tuday.
Yep, Ah was up there messin' around when she came over and caught me, reaching out to get me Ah guess it woulda 'bin a hard jump had Ah dun it awl bah mah self.
But then, as Ah came down? Mah first eenstinct was to start back-pedaling with mah back paws and make a run for it, havin' been caught and awl... But Pipi was standing there, by the entrance of the keetchen, staring.
'What in the hell have you gotten into Googie this time??"..
So, Ah stood mah ground - never mand that mom was right behind me. AH wasn't gonna run for it after awl. Ah just walked slowly and stopped bah Pipi, laike nothing happened.
Nothing to worry about - Ah'm steel the boss of YOU, Pipi.. okay? (Can't lose face laike that...)
Yep, Ah was up there messin' around when she came over and caught me, reaching out to get me Ah guess it woulda 'bin a hard jump had Ah dun it awl bah mah self.
But then, as Ah came down? Mah first eenstinct was to start back-pedaling with mah back paws and make a run for it, havin' been caught and awl... But Pipi was standing there, by the entrance of the keetchen, staring.
'What in the hell have you gotten into Googie this time??"..
So, Ah stood mah ground - never mand that mom was right behind me. AH wasn't gonna run for it after awl. Ah just walked slowly and stopped bah Pipi, laike nothing happened.
Nothing to worry about - Ah'm steel the boss of YOU, Pipi.. okay? (Can't lose face laike that...)
Sunday, May 2, 2010
X-Rated: Lime-Green Zingy's Dubious Role
I'm afraid that "Lime Green Zingy", the stuffed toy sheep, has become an unwitting object of another kind. You see, he usually just lies there, right by the cat scratching post and I occassionally throw him around just so 'Googie' can take out his frustrations on him. Unfortunately, however, now that 'Pipi' is in full swing, he has taken on a new, dubious role. If Princess were to describe it, it would be like this:
I was following mom down to the living room when I got this urge of mine again. She sat by the steps to put on something on her legs (leggins), while I stretched my body as far as it could go and raised my touche way up in the air: "Anybody??!!! Any Toms??" Googie wasn't even around, can you believe it?
Next thing I knew, mom took hold of green Zingy; what do I see out of the corner of my wild eye? Zingy was dancing up and down next to me, and mom was going: "Whoo-hoo! How about ME? Wanna take ME on??" Suddenly, Zingy took on a life of his own. As I rolled all over the floor, I took a second look at Zingy, literally. Suddenly, he was different. Hey, this could have potential, I thought. Maybe HE is the one, after all...
Who knew?
I was following mom down to the living room when I got this urge of mine again. She sat by the steps to put on something on her legs (leggins), while I stretched my body as far as it could go and raised my touche way up in the air: "Anybody??!!! Any Toms??" Googie wasn't even around, can you believe it?
Next thing I knew, mom took hold of green Zingy; what do I see out of the corner of my wild eye? Zingy was dancing up and down next to me, and mom was going: "Whoo-hoo! How about ME? Wanna take ME on??" Suddenly, Zingy took on a life of his own. As I rolled all over the floor, I took a second look at Zingy, literally. Suddenly, he was different. Hey, this could have potential, I thought. Maybe HE is the one, after all...
Who knew?
It's A Circus Awlright...
Ah have been tryin' to keep calm awl the while Pipi here has been goin on a rampage. Ah do awl Ah can to keep her happy, Ah step up on the plate and chase her, catch her, nip at her, stradle her, and trah to dominate her. But Ah thank she wants moar ... A lawt moar.
Just the uther day, she came to me and told me that mom got very upset at her. Sometin' happened bah mom's beddie bye but Pipi couldn't quite teal me the whole truth. Ah could tell that she deed sometin' she wasn't supposed to becoze mom wouldn't have gotten so angry. Pipi said she took her snout and put it on top of her own pi... And naw, Pipi wasn't even allowed to go back in to mom's room, especially not on her "beddie bye".
So, the next morning, Ah was careful nawt to upset thangs even more. Ah just stayed in the background for good measure.
Ah stayed just outsade mom's room, just stood there, upright. "Come on in!", mom said. Aw, okay - so then Ah stepped in, she made it clear it was okay for me to be there.
The first thang Ah deed was to go toward the "beddie bye" and trah to investigate ... see what had gone awn. But ah wasn't sure if Ah'd be allowed awn it any moar, either. Mom picked me up and put me on top of the beddie-bye then. So Ah walked right awn over to the spot Pipi told me about, see if Ah could smell or see anythang.
Mah, mah, oh-mah... Awl that fuss and over whaaat???
Just the uther day, she came to me and told me that mom got very upset at her. Sometin' happened bah mom's beddie bye but Pipi couldn't quite teal me the whole truth. Ah could tell that she deed sometin' she wasn't supposed to becoze mom wouldn't have gotten so angry. Pipi said she took her snout and put it on top of her own pi... And naw, Pipi wasn't even allowed to go back in to mom's room, especially not on her "beddie bye".
So, the next morning, Ah was careful nawt to upset thangs even more. Ah just stayed in the background for good measure.
Ah stayed just outsade mom's room, just stood there, upright. "Come on in!", mom said. Aw, okay - so then Ah stepped in, she made it clear it was okay for me to be there.
The first thang Ah deed was to go toward the "beddie bye" and trah to investigate ... see what had gone awn. But ah wasn't sure if Ah'd be allowed awn it any moar, either. Mom picked me up and put me on top of the beddie-bye then. So Ah walked right awn over to the spot Pipi told me about, see if Ah could smell or see anythang.
Mah, mah, oh-mah... Awl that fuss and over whaaat???
The F-Bomb
Princess has been going through regular heat cycles for the past month now. Every ten days or so she starts in again. I am still hesitant to get her into surgery because she is still underweight. Her metabolism is high, she is full of energy, and the reason she is underweight is because she never finishes her dish of wet food; I have to stand there and make sure she eats and return her back to her bowl as she walks away after just a few chomps. And I have to keep telling Gabriel to "let her eat!", which he so gracefully listens to most of the time and walks away, sometimes pre-emptively.
So, Princess has been on another rampage now since mid-week last week, and she has resorted to marking... MARKING!, can you believe it. Well, here's what may be going through her little furhead:
I just can't stand it anymore! I rock and roll all over the place, I chase Googie and swipe at his butt... He takes a few nips at me and tries to calm me down but it's just not what I expected! I keep calling and calling for the right Tom to come along ... but NOTHING! Not a Tom in sight!... Except Googie .. and I've pretty much figured by now: HE doesn't really count. So, I stepped up my game and jumped on top of the kitchen counter - Hah! Oh-yeah, THAT spot was perfect! I let it rip, did a good marking there. This way, they'll know how to find me. Forget Googie, forget mom. I'm resorting to desperate measures now.
Not a single Tom in sight, I couldn't even smell one. I got so frustrated the other day, I jumped over to mom's "beddie bye" and made my mark for good measure. While she was nearby, I knew she couldn't see me but I figured THAT would be a good spot for me to make my mark - this way, she could help get me the right Tom. It didn't work out that way - she got upset with me and stuck my snout on my own pi. I was actually banished from mom's room for a couple of days.
On her way out the door, as we followed her "downstairs", she looked back at me and yelled: "And you'd BETTER NOT pipi on MY bed!! You F---!!! "
I just couldn't believe it. I was already stooping, watching her go out before I heard the F word... my ears go down when I hear that word, and my eyes were like... totally dilated. "Whaaat??? MEeeee??? " I had the most innocent look I could muster. I hope she felt sorry for me now.
So, Princess has been on another rampage now since mid-week last week, and she has resorted to marking... MARKING!, can you believe it. Well, here's what may be going through her little furhead:
I just can't stand it anymore! I rock and roll all over the place, I chase Googie and swipe at his butt... He takes a few nips at me and tries to calm me down but it's just not what I expected! I keep calling and calling for the right Tom to come along ... but NOTHING! Not a Tom in sight!... Except Googie .. and I've pretty much figured by now: HE doesn't really count. So, I stepped up my game and jumped on top of the kitchen counter - Hah! Oh-yeah, THAT spot was perfect! I let it rip, did a good marking there. This way, they'll know how to find me. Forget Googie, forget mom. I'm resorting to desperate measures now.
Not a single Tom in sight, I couldn't even smell one. I got so frustrated the other day, I jumped over to mom's "beddie bye" and made my mark for good measure. While she was nearby, I knew she couldn't see me but I figured THAT would be a good spot for me to make my mark - this way, she could help get me the right Tom. It didn't work out that way - she got upset with me and stuck my snout on my own pi. I was actually banished from mom's room for a couple of days.
On her way out the door, as we followed her "downstairs", she looked back at me and yelled: "And you'd BETTER NOT pipi on MY bed!! You F---!!! "
I just couldn't believe it. I was already stooping, watching her go out before I heard the F word... my ears go down when I hear that word, and my eyes were like... totally dilated. "Whaaat??? MEeeee??? " I had the most innocent look I could muster. I hope she felt sorry for me now.
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