Posts Tagged ‘Jackson and Jed’
We have 7 animals in this house and, as you can imagine, it’s a lot like The Waltons with rounds of “Goodnight John Boy” and “Good Morning, MaryEllen.” Unlike scripted television, we don’t always get the names right. Other times, it’s exactly like television. We make things up entirely. Here are a few examples:
Shamus, The Newfoundland
- Shamu: Shamus lays on his back like a beached Orca
- Bat Dog: Note the photo
- Shameless: He theives?things he shouldn’t – like my credit card
- Fuzzy Wumpas: He’s shedding
- Vader: He breathes like Darth and rides in an all-black CRV called the Death Star
While my kittens learned to fly like bumble bees during the first outing of their lives, that wasn’t all they learned. Tree hugging at towering heights also made the list.
Spurred on by squirrels (of course, it’s always the squirrels), the kittens surely felt they had something to prove. The rodent skillfully scaled each branch to the top and leapt to the next tree. It didn’t take long before the kittens followed at half pace.
Since one surely couldn’t be outdone by the other, Jed was the first to fly up the trunk and was followed soon after by Jackson. (The video may not reflect this accurately, but their mother remembers well.)
Uneasy about what to do once each climbed a full story up, both took the leap of their lives and landed safely on the ground. Bungee jumpers, eat your hearts out. And to all the mothers of kittens like me, hide your eyes. This is not for the feint of heart! (If you can’t see the video, visit “Tree Hugging Cats” on YouTube.)
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Yes, the saying is usually “the birds and the bees,” but this post is definitely not about that.
Our cats had their first outting in May after they found their way through the dog door. Since then, they’ve been inside recouperating from a couple of neuters, some FLV shots and a bout with ringworm.
Here’s to hoping the dog doors remain dog doors and don’t turn into cat doors, but the fun that Jed and Jackson experienced chasing every carpenter bee, squirrel and cracking leaf likely made for the best day of their lives … (If you can’t see the video, visit “The Cats and the Bees” on YouTube.)
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This morning, my husband grumbled under his breath as he entered the bathroom. Another decimated roll of toilet paper lay strewn about the floor. “KITTEHS!”
Who could blame the cats really? That feathery white, loose end of the roll dances on the breeze of the open window, taunting our little cheetahs. I swear I’ve heard it calling them in a seductive whisper, “Here kitteh, kitteh, kitteh.” Really. The toilet paper is the culprit. My cats are innocent. You know toilet paper garners some pretty forceful power of suggestion when even the dogs are seduced.
As I type, something in the wall is yelling at me. Technically, our walls are solid log but, through a gap between the logs and the fireplace mortar, something can see me. And it’s not happy.
I guessed these were squirrels at the start. In fact, in late March I made a video named “Squirrel Hunt” showing our kittens taking curious note of the noise which was probably nest building. It’s now May and the cats are as curious as ever about being reprimanded by a wall. After 2 months I have to ask, how much longer will this go on?
Like an episode of Seinfeld, nothing monumental happens with the cat or the bucket in this video, but it’s fun to watch all the same.
Episode Synopsis
Jed (or Jeddy) likes chasing his own tail in small spaces and, really, there’s nothing wrong with that. Neighbors drop by… yada, yada, yada… the end.
And now for our feature presentation…
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Today is supposedly National Hairball Awareness Day. Googling it for veracity, sure enough, it exists, as does a day to celebrate cheese of the grilled variety. Oddly, nobody can accurately pinpoint which date this takes place.
Having been celebrated on April 27th since 2006 (or, at least that’s how far back internet records go), Answers.com and Animal Planet break with tradition and list the 2010 celebration for today. Several reporters and bloggers have done the same. With a sudden and unexplained hiccup in the annual cycle, no druids on hand to consult, and others covering the topic 3 days ago, I’ll assume there has been some confusion and that I’m late to the party. But, hey, I’m now aware so all is not lost.
What isn’t a toy with curious kittens? For our 6 month old cats, everything, and I mean everything, is a game in their exploration of the world.
- They’ve played for -- and with -- the camera.
- They’ve played with fire.
- They’ve played with dog tags as they dangle from the dog’s neck.
- They’ve commandeered remnant rolls of toilet paper.
- And they’ve scaled the mother of all bird cages -- filled with birds.
A friend recently said, ” You know, they won’t be like this forever. There will come a time when all they do is sleep.”
All I can say is, “We aren’t there yet.”
And really, for now, we wouldn’t want it any other way.
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Emmett, previously a destructo-dog of the hound variety, has finally abandoned his penchant for shredding. Unlike the 3 previous fabric sheaths found gutted in the lawn, a single sun room throw pillow remains half stuffed on the corner chair. It has been there for 2 months. Although it may seem odd to keep a tattered piece of fabric as it perpetually bleeds white stuffing across the corner seat, this wounded survivor holds a place of honor as our last bastion of hope, a trophied testament to the freedom and safety of all household items, whether throw rugs, towels, socks, blankets, underwear or Keith Urban concert tickets. (I know, I know. I should just let this go already.)
Yes, the “Cease and Desist” order has finally reached the shredding center of Emmett’s sweet little brain. Still, he enjoys the slightest idea of destruction, living vicariously while watching the kittens reinterpret the definition of a living room pillow fight. And, sadly, I fear it won’t be long before the [now enormous] kittens take over Emmett’s former role. If you watch carefully, I swear you’ll see Emmett whispering instructional pointers to his little minions.
(If you can?t see the video above, visit “Pillow Fighting: Cat-Style” on YouTube.)
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