Tuday, Ah paid mah visit to mom in her small room in the mornin' as she got up, as usual. And then, Ah had to lift mah head and look at her face carefully, as she began to talk to me, using a new word Ah didn't understaaand:
"Hey, Gabriel? Today you were born!... It's your B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y ! Yes! It is!", she said, smiling at me the whole while.
Ah looked right at her, right at her eyes.. tryin' to understand what this "birthday" word really meant.
Well, whatever it means, Ah thank it is good.. She was happy. And Ah got hugged as usual.
[He is 2 years old already... ]
:))
Thursday, September 16, 2010
The Flying Thang
Ah just nevah...! Ah tried digging mah claws at mah favorite place dees evening, Ah paid no mand to the faact that mom was nearbah. To tale you the truth, Ah just deedn't geeve it much thawght.. Ah'm used to doin 'dees so many times now awn mah own.
But then, right as Ah waus gettin' ready to deeg deep, mah instinct told me to just check on mom...
Right about that time, what do Ah see but mom looking right at me, and holding, actually LIFTING the flying thang on her hand.
AW-MAH-GOD! Ah stopped dead in mah tracks. Ah couldn't even THANK about digging mah claws naw.. Ah had to scurry awn outta 'dere! FAST, Ah tale you.
Ah kept staring at mom in disbelief even though the flying thang never flew out of her hand. She then made like she waus gonna do it, and it made me scurry off a few more steps away.
Ah was in shock, staring at mom... "That's right, NO. You go to your scratching post in the kitchen", she said.
After a meenute, Ah guess Ah gawt over it. But eet shook me, eet really deeed, Ah'm nawt used to this type of treatment.
[Oh WELL! I'm trying to preserve my carpet here! ]
:(
But then, right as Ah waus gettin' ready to deeg deep, mah instinct told me to just check on mom...
Right about that time, what do Ah see but mom looking right at me, and holding, actually LIFTING the flying thang on her hand.
AW-MAH-GOD! Ah stopped dead in mah tracks. Ah couldn't even THANK about digging mah claws naw.. Ah had to scurry awn outta 'dere! FAST, Ah tale you.
Ah kept staring at mom in disbelief even though the flying thang never flew out of her hand. She then made like she waus gonna do it, and it made me scurry off a few more steps away.
Ah was in shock, staring at mom... "That's right, NO. You go to your scratching post in the kitchen", she said.
After a meenute, Ah guess Ah gawt over it. But eet shook me, eet really deeed, Ah'm nawt used to this type of treatment.
[Oh WELL! I'm trying to preserve my carpet here! ]
:(
Banned On My Own
Princess, the cat, has continued to evolve as a skittish, high-strung tabby, always on the lookout for whatever might be a perceived, imaginary threat.
Of course, that doesn't stop her from continuing to smear my couch on a regular basis with her scent, and worse...
She did it again apparently today - and she was on red-alert to see whether I would discover it.
At first, I just plopped down to eat and watch part of a movie. But then, I could feel that all-familiar dampness underneath my dress. She was around allright - on the lookout near the dining room, the next room in our open floor plan.
Soon as she saw me getting pissed [no pun, really], and getting up from this mess on my own couch, she ran for it. She flitted out of sight, flying up the stairs like a bullet. How obvious can you get, guilty cat?? !!
About half an hour later, she figured it would all be forgotten. I was still busy watching the movie when she slinked down the stairs, looking over my way as casually as she could muster. I did not even have to do or say anything: the look in my face, or maybe just my 'vibe' was enough for her to know that I was still, well... pissed. :)
She briskly bounced out of sight again, this time downstairs. She actually banned herself away from us, Gabriel and I in the living room, for the rest of the evening. (Until she got hungry and finally came up in the kitchen.)
Of course, that doesn't stop her from continuing to smear my couch on a regular basis with her scent, and worse...
She did it again apparently today - and she was on red-alert to see whether I would discover it.
At first, I just plopped down to eat and watch part of a movie. But then, I could feel that all-familiar dampness underneath my dress. She was around allright - on the lookout near the dining room, the next room in our open floor plan.
Soon as she saw me getting pissed [no pun, really], and getting up from this mess on my own couch, she ran for it. She flitted out of sight, flying up the stairs like a bullet. How obvious can you get, guilty cat?? !!
About half an hour later, she figured it would all be forgotten. I was still busy watching the movie when she slinked down the stairs, looking over my way as casually as she could muster. I did not even have to do or say anything: the look in my face, or maybe just my 'vibe' was enough for her to know that I was still, well... pissed. :)
She briskly bounced out of sight again, this time downstairs. She actually banned herself away from us, Gabriel and I in the living room, for the rest of the evening. (Until she got hungry and finally came up in the kitchen.)
Monday, September 13, 2010
Gabriel In A Bad Mood
I SPOKE TOO SOON... IT'S TAKING FOREVER TO UPLOAD A 2-MINUTE VIDEO!
I noticed Gabriel was in a 'bad mood' yesterday. This is a very subtle change, a very subtle process that you really have to be in-tune with, otherwise you could miss it. I mean, your cat may be in the house as usual but then you realize at some point that he's not sticking with the same routine as usual. He didn't come in 'the small room' to see me in the morning like he always does, he didn't even make an appearance in the bedroom as I was getting dressed, up and about. He's always there. This was very strange - and unusual.
Later, as he finally got on my bed to snooze, he layed his head against Princess's back. I looked at his face, and he truly did look like he had lost his best friend or something. I took video. And then she started grooming and licking him.
As he shifted about, I noticed he also did something for the first time ever - he turned his back on me while we were both laying on the bed. He had never done that before, ever. So then, I began to wonder what I might have done that somehow, signaled to him to be some sort of... hostile act.. a faux-pas.. :)) (I never did figure it out.)
So I spent time stroking him and 'talking to him'. I thought maybe, those two fought again while I was sleeping. Princess can be very vicious sometimes, I have seen her jump right on him - well, we've got some videos to prove it.. So who knows what transpired... You can see it all over his face though, on the first video.
And then, luckily, after I did some talking and stroking, he came to... Back to his old self. I took another couple of quick videos - you can see the difference so clearly. The cat has a very expressive face.
... Maybe, he had a bad dream and he couldn't quite distinguish it from reality...
:)
[VIDEO ACCOMPANIED ]
I noticed Gabriel was in a 'bad mood' yesterday. This is a very subtle change, a very subtle process that you really have to be in-tune with, otherwise you could miss it. I mean, your cat may be in the house as usual but then you realize at some point that he's not sticking with the same routine as usual. He didn't come in 'the small room' to see me in the morning like he always does, he didn't even make an appearance in the bedroom as I was getting dressed, up and about. He's always there. This was very strange - and unusual.
Later, as he finally got on my bed to snooze, he layed his head against Princess's back. I looked at his face, and he truly did look like he had lost his best friend or something. I took video. And then she started grooming and licking him.
As he shifted about, I noticed he also did something for the first time ever - he turned his back on me while we were both laying on the bed. He had never done that before, ever. So then, I began to wonder what I might have done that somehow, signaled to him to be some sort of... hostile act.. a faux-pas.. :)) (I never did figure it out.)
So I spent time stroking him and 'talking to him'. I thought maybe, those two fought again while I was sleeping. Princess can be very vicious sometimes, I have seen her jump right on him - well, we've got some videos to prove it.. So who knows what transpired... You can see it all over his face though, on the first video.
And then, luckily, after I did some talking and stroking, he came to... Back to his old self. I took another couple of quick videos - you can see the difference so clearly. The cat has a very expressive face.
... Maybe, he had a bad dream and he couldn't quite distinguish it from reality...
:)
[VIDEO ACCOMPANIED ]
Sunday, September 12, 2010
What an Overly Friendly Tone Means to Me
You know, Princess is no fool. She doesn't miss a thing, not even when I try to fool her - even though sometimes I can be quicker and can manage to outsmart her. But she learns very quickly from that. Take, for instance, our new thing lately, the glop I try to get her to lick from my finger of the calming stuff. (Yes, I am actually administering a kind of anti-stress antidote to my CAT!) Well, here's what transpired today, from the cat's point of view:
I was lounging in peace in the other room this afternoon, all cozied up and snoozing with my eyes half closed. You know, the other room, our room. When I heard mom approach. She took that overly-friendly tone with me and I immediately got suspicious. I wasted no time - my eyes got real big as I gave her the once-over as fast as I could, even though I was still laying in my spot. I especially tried to look at her hands but I couldn't see nothing [I was hiding the glop in my hand behind me].
When mom takes this tone with me, I know better, see. My radar goes up and I search to try and see what she's up to - I eye-ball her, trying to figure it out. I'm ready to flee, if I have to - but first? I have to assess the situation.
So this time, I coudn't see anything, and she was quick to come up to me and stroke me and all. So, I figured that was allright. When all of a sudden i saw it: there was this smell at the tip of her finger coming at me, at my face, the one that oh, I hate so. It was too late then...she had me, and I couldn't get away. All I could hear was more of the sickly-sweet tone from her, all the while pushing this funny-smelling glop on my mouth: "Come on, honey!", she cooed cheerfully; "Go ahead! It's nummy-num!"
Aw, please! I have to lick it now that you've pasted it on me, and I really, really hate it sooo....
"ALL DONE !", I then heard her say as she cheerfully walked out of my room. I stayed there, on the bed, trying to collect myself from this sudden intrusion.
I was lounging in peace in the other room this afternoon, all cozied up and snoozing with my eyes half closed. You know, the other room, our room. When I heard mom approach. She took that overly-friendly tone with me and I immediately got suspicious. I wasted no time - my eyes got real big as I gave her the once-over as fast as I could, even though I was still laying in my spot. I especially tried to look at her hands but I couldn't see nothing [I was hiding the glop in my hand behind me].
When mom takes this tone with me, I know better, see. My radar goes up and I search to try and see what she's up to - I eye-ball her, trying to figure it out. I'm ready to flee, if I have to - but first? I have to assess the situation.
So this time, I coudn't see anything, and she was quick to come up to me and stroke me and all. So, I figured that was allright. When all of a sudden i saw it: there was this smell at the tip of her finger coming at me, at my face, the one that oh, I hate so. It was too late then...she had me, and I couldn't get away. All I could hear was more of the sickly-sweet tone from her, all the while pushing this funny-smelling glop on my mouth: "Come on, honey!", she cooed cheerfully; "Go ahead! It's nummy-num!"
Aw, please! I have to lick it now that you've pasted it on me, and I really, really hate it sooo....
"ALL DONE !", I then heard her say as she cheerfully walked out of my room. I stayed there, on the bed, trying to collect myself from this sudden intrusion.
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