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Open, open

Posted in Captain Cavedweller, Musings, Pets, tagged , , , , on January 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Apparently, the garage door need only be open for 4.78 seconds for The Heinous Cat to sneak inside unnoticed.

He is up to his dark and underhanded tricks again.

Last Saturday, I was bustling around getting some thing done outside that sorely needed attention and was in and out of the garage as well as our storage shed.

After going back in the house and  finding 38 more things that needed done all at once, I finally ran back out to the garage for something and there sat The Heinous Cat on top of a new bag of cat food, claws sunk in like he was going to rip that bag to shreds if someone didn’t get it open for him soon.

Once I got past the surprise of finding him in the garage and on top of the bag of food, it registered that he was sitting there lecturing me.

“Hey, You, come open this thing for me. What’s it take to get some food around this place anyway? I should turn you in for neglect. Are you listening to me? Let’s move it. Hungry cat. Come on. Open, open.”

I point out that there is a bowl of food waiting for him out back as well as cat food in a dish right there in the garage.

“It’s a little stale. I want the fresh stuff. Could you hurry it up?”

Yeah, those are the types of conversations the cat has with me. He also throws in lines like, “That big guy you let stay in the house with you. Yeah, he forget to feed me this morning. What’s up with that, anyway?”

The cat lies. A lot.

Captain Cavedweller feeds the obnoxious cat before he feeds himself breakfast. It’s part of their routine. Cat gets fed then human.

The Heinous Cat – he thinks he suffers so.

Anyone want a cat with a bad attitude and no courage?

She Who Has Learned to Tolerate the Cat

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Soldiers and Magicians

Posted in Captain Cavedweller, Musings, Pets, tagged , , on October 12, 2011| Leave a Comment »

Monday night I had to run out to my sewing/craft room (which is not attached to the house, but is across the backyard) to patch Captain Cavedweller’s work uniform. In my haste to get back to whatever I was doing before himself reminded me I promised to patch up his problem, I failed to give the room the usual sweep to make sure Miss Maizy had not sneaked in uninvited.

She has a unique talent of opening doors. It was a challenge all summer once she mastered the ability to open the patio screen door. Then there is the small problem of her sneaking in the back room into my craft room unseen. I will firmly close the door to the back room (which is CC’s domain of weight machines and whatnot) and go into my sewing room and push the door mostly closed. Then the next time I turn around, I’ll be scared half witless, because Miss Maizy will be sitting in the middle of the floor staring at me. She makes no noise, doesn’t announce her presence and I have no idea how she got in.

That is really starting to morph from a small problem to a big problem.

Last night CC ran out to put some chicken on the barbecue and looked over at the back room to see Miss Maizy sitting in the craft room window. Seriously? Apparently she snuck in while I was doing CC’s patching job and I failed to notice her presence before I shut the door.

Fantastic.

When I went running out back to rescue her, she took her own sweet time climbing out of the window and wandering her way outside. As if to say “Oh, there you are. I  wondered when you’d come back.”

Good grief!

I think I will start calling her Houdini.

Drooley

And while she is perfecting her break-in routines, Drooley, the Heinous Cat has been doing his best at pretending he is a soldier guarding the home post.

A stray cat has taken up residence in our neighborhood and attempts to sneak in and steal whatever food Drooley and Maizy leave behind. This covert activity is not settling well with Drooley at all.

Last night he was on perimeter patrols for hours. It was entertaining to watch him march along the fenceline, back and forth.

I told CC he needed to get the cat a little helmet to wear. Maybe a toy gun to carry. We wouldn’t want our little soldier to feel deprived of a full uniform as he defends his post and keeps up the guard work.

She Who Must Tolerate Two Crazy Cats

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Fighting Like Cats and Dogs

Posted in Musings, Pets, tagged , , on September 7, 2011| Leave a Comment »

 

The other day our neighbor’s dog, Stinky, decided to come over for a visit. She hadn’t been over for a long time, and it was nice to see her.

I found a stick and tossed it for her to fetch so many times I thought she might wear a path through the jungle-like grass that is currently our backyard. It was somewhat surprising to discover she slobbers even more than the Heinous Cat which made tossing that stick somewhat challenge for someone with an elevated “Ewww!” factor.

Drooley (aka) The Heinous Cat

Speaking of the Heinous Cat, as soon as the dog appeared, he came rip-roaring up to me and stood with his fur on end, tail swishing and eyes narrowed. Deciding he could take a dog 10 times his size, he growled and took off after Stinky.  The dog, however, thought the cat was playing and ran around yipping happily then turned and tried to chase the cat.

The cat threw on the brakes and beat a hasty retreat behind me.

This activity was repeated no less than a dozen times when the Heinous Cat’s other mortal enemy, the interloper, arrived on the scene.

Miss Maizy

She made a dash for a corner of the back patio and took refuge there, hoping to ignore the dog and the crazy cat.

Tiring of their game, Stinky, flopped down on the patio, slurped up the water in the water dish and prepared for round two.

By this time, both cats and jumped on top of the patio table and sat cowering together.  It was one of the  few times I’ve actually seen them willingly get within striking distance of each other without striking. Sitting close together, you could almost hear their conversation… “If I jump on her back, can you take the head? I think we can take her down. Come on, let’s show her who’s boss.”

The dog barked, the cats yowled and ran off toward the lilac bush for cover.

I threw the dog her slobbery stick and decided I’d had enough fun for one day.

She Who Kind of Likes the Stinky

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In the Loco Weed

Posted in Musings, Pets, tagged , , on July 13, 2011| 1 Comment »

Drooley

Drooley, aka The Heinous Cat,  has been off adventuring again.

Only instead of coming home with pieces of his ear missing as he usually does, he came home limping.

The good news is, nothing is broken. The bad news is that whatever he did has caused him to go temporarily insane. Even worse than usual.

I’m telling you the little fuzzy dude has been nibbling loco weed.

Drooley has several places he likes to laze around our yard. Behind the lilac bush, in the chair by the front door and sprawled across my petunias are three of his favorites.

Since he came home injured, he has taken to hiding in the most obscure places, like burrowing into my lamb’s ear bushes, crawling under a pallet and climbing on top of the patio table. All that activity is strange, to say the very least. But the thing that has let me know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he has lost his marbles is the fact that he let Miss Maizy, aka The Interloper, get close to him and rub her head on him. A previously unheard of event that normally ends with him swatting her so hard she either falls over and runs away.

I’ve said it before and I know I’ll say it again, but this cat is just one odd little duck.

She Who Will Never Understand This Cat

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