household safari
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ceruleancorvid Today's mood is: exasperated about administrative incompetence in re returning to college. You would think the person whose job is to advise me could at least read my email instead of answering different questions than I asked, but, no. Anyway, instead of complaining too much about that, here's a
CAT RUNDOWN
(with pictures all taken today, so they're not the most flattering portraits.)
THE SUNROOM GANG / THE OLDS
1. Abba. Clingy baby; nicest cat in the house, will come sit on your lap instantly after you arrive. May also turn her head so your fingers go into her eye socket, which is unsettling. (She had surgery about a year ago, for cancer in her eye, but she's recovering marvelously.) Source of alarm when she drags herself onto an unexpecting lap with claws fully extended. She and Emma are Abyssinians, and sisters, or so we were told; they're both hot messes because of their Bad Purebred Genes.
2. Emma. Tiny, skinny, unexpectedly pointy, blind as a bat, will walk directly in front of your feet as if on purpose. She started the Sunroom Gang by being confined to one room because she kept getting lost in the house at large and Yelling. She mostly hangs out in her basket, but will happily sit next to you and get scritches, and goes NUTS for baked goods. I don't know why. Anything with butter.
3. Romeo. A horrible gross old man who I love. Thinks he's a baby and WILL try to suckle your clothes. He's so handsome and so, so dumb. He also has a huge terrifying hiss which he deploys at anything that startles him, inc. his own tail, a toy, a person sitting down two feet away from him on the couch and very slightly jostling him. He's also on cat anti-anxiety meds* to stop him from getting stressed out and spraying in the house, which unfortunately makes him even dopier. He and the dog chill on the couch together because they both love my dad, and they're both so chill that my dad has a whole collection of adorable pictures of them lying on each other/etc.
THE BEDROOM GANG / THE SHY CATS / THE FOSTER FAILS
These three were all adopted in similar circumstances: my mom had just started doing cat rescue but didn't have the contacts yet to find homes for cats that were still skittish and weird. They will all run away if someone walks towards them, but if I lie down on my parents' bed they'll all run over and start rubbing their faces on me immediately.
1. Yuki. Literally showed up on our literal doorstep one day, just a tiny albino kitten (she's got the blue-red eyes and everything) that, okay, to be fair, I think my dad and I were the driving force in adopting. Named by me in my weeb phase; her full name is Yukihime. Known for: habitually grimy face, small head big body, looks like opossum, hides under blanket. She's also a shoe fetishist.
2. Snickers. Puffy baby. Likes the catio the most of all our cats and can often be found voluntarily chillin outside, even in the winter. Known for: round. She and Gremlin are frenemies and wrestle constantly in the hallway while waiting for dinner.
3. Gremlin. She's really pretty and this picture doesn't do her justice! She was adopted while I was at boarding school, and my dad painstakingly socialized her into loving him, and then I came home and stole all her affection and now she Only Loves Me. If I sit down in the bedroom she will squeak excitedly and then leap in between me and whatever other cat I might be paying attention to. Very sweet and soft except that she LOVES to bite my fingers right when I think we are getting along great.
MISCELLANEOUS OTHERS
1. Nicky. Distinguished by her square, boxer-y face, constant murderous look, actual extreme sweetness (except to other cats), and the fact that she was almost dead when we got her and now she's mostly healthy and just keeps getting denser and denser. Not bigger, just. Heavier. Earned the epithet "greasy grandma" from my friend because, uh, well. It's accurate. I have to brush her a lot. When she was first here and living in a crate she would "vacation" in my usually cat-free room, so now she takes any opportunity she can get to come sit on my bed and purr very loudly.
2. Poncho. Ankle-biter. Devil cat. Horrible gremlin. I am trying SO hard to be her friend but her behavior is VERY hard to decode. Lives in the basement because she is not fit for society; frequently escapes and runs around causing chaos until she sees the dog and runs back downstairs.
3. Hamilton. Round smug ball of outdoor cat. We trapped him and got him fixed, but haven't gotten him inside. He frequents our house and at least two others on the block for food, but likes sleeping in the cave my mom made him out of this deck chair. Does NOT like when I unexpectedly lift up the blanket to look at him (he only lets her touch him, and only sometimes). Unexpectedly good pals with the dog, and often runs up to her to rub on her when she goes outside. Oh, he also used to be Snickers' "boyfriend" (according to my family) because they would headbutt the glass door and roll over at each other.
there are also some fosters but i'm not including them in this post because they're temporary. ok gotta go eat dinner good night
* his cat anti-anxiety meds are actually just human prozac; my mom jokingly suggested i should change my prescription so we could get my meds from the vet too.
CAT RUNDOWN
(with pictures all taken today, so they're not the most flattering portraits.)
THE SUNROOM GANG / THE OLDS
1. Abba. Clingy baby; nicest cat in the house, will come sit on your lap instantly after you arrive. May also turn her head so your fingers go into her eye socket, which is unsettling. (She had surgery about a year ago, for cancer in her eye, but she's recovering marvelously.) Source of alarm when she drags herself onto an unexpecting lap with claws fully extended. She and Emma are Abyssinians, and sisters, or so we were told; they're both hot messes because of their Bad Purebred Genes.
2. Emma. Tiny, skinny, unexpectedly pointy, blind as a bat, will walk directly in front of your feet as if on purpose. She started the Sunroom Gang by being confined to one room because she kept getting lost in the house at large and Yelling. She mostly hangs out in her basket, but will happily sit next to you and get scritches, and goes NUTS for baked goods. I don't know why. Anything with butter.
3. Romeo. A horrible gross old man who I love. Thinks he's a baby and WILL try to suckle your clothes. He's so handsome and so, so dumb. He also has a huge terrifying hiss which he deploys at anything that startles him, inc. his own tail, a toy, a person sitting down two feet away from him on the couch and very slightly jostling him. He's also on cat anti-anxiety meds* to stop him from getting stressed out and spraying in the house, which unfortunately makes him even dopier. He and the dog chill on the couch together because they both love my dad, and they're both so chill that my dad has a whole collection of adorable pictures of them lying on each other/etc.
THE BEDROOM GANG / THE SHY CATS / THE FOSTER FAILS
These three were all adopted in similar circumstances: my mom had just started doing cat rescue but didn't have the contacts yet to find homes for cats that were still skittish and weird. They will all run away if someone walks towards them, but if I lie down on my parents' bed they'll all run over and start rubbing their faces on me immediately.
1. Yuki. Literally showed up on our literal doorstep one day, just a tiny albino kitten (she's got the blue-red eyes and everything) that, okay, to be fair, I think my dad and I were the driving force in adopting. Named by me in my weeb phase; her full name is Yukihime. Known for: habitually grimy face, small head big body, looks like opossum, hides under blanket. She's also a shoe fetishist.
2. Snickers. Puffy baby. Likes the catio the most of all our cats and can often be found voluntarily chillin outside, even in the winter. Known for: round. She and Gremlin are frenemies and wrestle constantly in the hallway while waiting for dinner.
3. Gremlin. She's really pretty and this picture doesn't do her justice! She was adopted while I was at boarding school, and my dad painstakingly socialized her into loving him, and then I came home and stole all her affection and now she Only Loves Me. If I sit down in the bedroom she will squeak excitedly and then leap in between me and whatever other cat I might be paying attention to. Very sweet and soft except that she LOVES to bite my fingers right when I think we are getting along great.
MISCELLANEOUS OTHERS
1. Nicky. Distinguished by her square, boxer-y face, constant murderous look, actual extreme sweetness (except to other cats), and the fact that she was almost dead when we got her and now she's mostly healthy and just keeps getting denser and denser. Not bigger, just. Heavier. Earned the epithet "greasy grandma" from my friend because, uh, well. It's accurate. I have to brush her a lot. When she was first here and living in a crate she would "vacation" in my usually cat-free room, so now she takes any opportunity she can get to come sit on my bed and purr very loudly.
2. Poncho. Ankle-biter. Devil cat. Horrible gremlin. I am trying SO hard to be her friend but her behavior is VERY hard to decode. Lives in the basement because she is not fit for society; frequently escapes and runs around causing chaos until she sees the dog and runs back downstairs.
3. Hamilton. Round smug ball of outdoor cat. We trapped him and got him fixed, but haven't gotten him inside. He frequents our house and at least two others on the block for food, but likes sleeping in the cave my mom made him out of this deck chair. Does NOT like when I unexpectedly lift up the blanket to look at him (he only lets her touch him, and only sometimes). Unexpectedly good pals with the dog, and often runs up to her to rub on her when she goes outside. Oh, he also used to be Snickers' "boyfriend" (according to my family) because they would headbutt the glass door and roll over at each other.
there are also some fosters but i'm not including them in this post because they're temporary. ok gotta go eat dinner good night
* his cat anti-anxiety meds are actually just human prozac; my mom jokingly suggested i should change my prescription so we could get my meds from the vet too.
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Date: 2019-01-09 11:24 pm (UTC)2. Gosh, they must make quite a catawumpus if they all socialize, eh :P
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Date: 2019-01-09 11:45 pm (UTC)(Also: This article mentions obsessive-compulsive disorders in dogs and cats several times. It had never occurred to me that you could identify this in animals. How do you tell if they have the obsessive thought?? I guess it’s just by observation?)
2. Thankfully they mostly don’t, although sometimes we get a bit of a pied piper situation going on when my mom is taking their food downstairs. :)
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Date: 2019-01-12 08:31 pm (UTC)Also, Collin is also on human prozac, which we have to give to him wrapped up in a big ball of melted cheddar cheese
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Date: 2019-01-13 12:29 am (UTC)My mom uses a pill gun on Romeo, which is just like ..... a tube that propels the pill into his throat. It only works because he’s so dopey. (Nicky also gets pills with a pill gun, but in her case she just tolerates it because she thinks it will be followed by treats.)
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