Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
That voice
In the middle of the night, that voice you hear. It is not your stomach. Not your dream. It is your pain in the ass cat wanting something.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
A chair and its occupant
He lies in the recliner, It is his spot. The place he enjoys taking a nap, but more importantly the place he uses to think.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Life observations: Aug. 6, 2013
Don't let the cat get the best of you. It will shave years off your life.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Life observations: May 11, 2013
Another reason cats have nine lives: Trying to get attention while you work leads a cat to drastic measures, such as preparing to knock a box to the floor.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Life observations: May 10, 2013
Is a cat getting revenge if he has the look of bringing his play ball to you to throw but instead he has not and enjoys watching you search for it?
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Monday, November 16, 2009
I'm singing the Russian Blues
I cannot believe a cat can be so observant about the environment around him.
I watched a Cats 101 episode on Animal Planet recently and it talked about Russian Blues.
Smokey, our adopted cat, is a Russian Blue.
He is quite the character.
I found out from the program that this line of cats does not like change.
So a month ago when we were on vacation, staying home rather than visit some place, that is why he was on edge. Make that a lot.
Russian Blues have routines.
Not a comedy act, but a set way of life. You mess with it and their world goes poof.
This explains why a few months ago when he was part of a weather forecast I did for the newspaper I work for, he would hide, hiss and howl not to go.
After I stopped taking him to work or filming a spot with him, it took three weeks for Smokey not to go and hide. Life is good for him.
I would like to point out, however, that I find it annoying that part of his routine is waking me up between 2 a.m. and 5 a.m. That is something I feel can and will be changed.
We shall see.
Never mind what the experts say that Russian Blues are very fond of their owners.
I want some sleep.
I watched a Cats 101 episode on Animal Planet recently and it talked about Russian Blues.
Smokey, our adopted cat, is a Russian Blue.
He is quite the character.
I found out from the program that this line of cats does not like change.
So a month ago when we were on vacation, staying home rather than visit some place, that is why he was on edge. Make that a lot.
Russian Blues have routines.
Not a comedy act, but a set way of life. You mess with it and their world goes poof.
This explains why a few months ago when he was part of a weather forecast I did for the newspaper I work for, he would hide, hiss and howl not to go.
After I stopped taking him to work or filming a spot with him, it took three weeks for Smokey not to go and hide. Life is good for him.
I would like to point out, however, that I find it annoying that part of his routine is waking me up between 2 a.m. and 5 a.m. That is something I feel can and will be changed.
We shall see.
Never mind what the experts say that Russian Blues are very fond of their owners.
I want some sleep.
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