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The Catfather – Dedicated to Pirate

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Cats sometimes like to bring their owners little presents. Years ago my sister “Li” owned a black cat named Pirate. Pirate used to like to roam in the woods behind Li’s apartment building. He sometimes brought home a little present, an empty can of yogurt, a dead bird, and small dead mouse. For Pirate it was love and my sister seemed to understand.

One of my coworkers told me the other day his young daughter had been particularly fond of a cat who only seemed to have love for her and her alone. The cat slept in her bed nightly, under the covers , that was until the fateful day the cat– out of love ?? — left a headless bird in her bed. Yep, the little girl pulled back the covers, just like in the “The Godfather” movie and there was the decapitated birdie. The family soon purchased a new mattress for the distraught little girl who after some months found love again for her feline friend although he was no longer allowed to sleep in her bed.

This is My House – Dog Gone It

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Right now I have two buckets and a trash can, collecting water from my roof. A mishap I feel would have been avoided had I determined (after seven visits, several leaks and now two ceiling collapses in eleven years) that my roofer and likely my roof were not to be trusted. I have now discovered Angie’s list. The result of this dilemna, buckets leaking water means that Jean Claude and Roxie no longer visit me in my bedroom. Roxie who liked to cuddle and watch movies has been particularly disturbed by this development. She visits me frequently when I’m in the kitchen and has a forlorn and puzzled look on her face. The other day when I bent down under the kitchen sink she hopped on my back for a ride. A guilty pleasure up until now she reserved for my daughter CCL. I now have to bounce around on all fours to accomodate la chat. (please note I have Angie’s List -DC on speed dial)

Blinds, Birds and Trash Trucks

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JC at the Bedroom Window

Jean Claude is a peace-loving animal.   He looks out my bedroom window and actually tries to chat with the birds.  Roxie, as those of you who read this blog know, is not so accomodating.    Like most Bombays JC thinks he’s a dog and wants his belly rubbed. Last night he needed extra attention. Ms. Roxie was not  pleased as she feels her need for nighttime attention supersedes his or anyone else’s for that matter.  Eventually the fur began to fly…yes, at 3 am and on my bed!!  Then, détente.  Later Jean Claude made an early  morning request  that the blinds to my bedroom window  be raised — by patting them– to accommodate his need to view his kingdom aka my backyard.  Wednesday is trash day and for whatever reason he seems to find the process of trash collection fascinating.

The Critters Are Still… At My House

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Sitting Still

As many of you who read this blog regularly know, Roxie and Jean Claude have two residences:  my house and my daughter CCL’s house.  CCL was to pick them up from my house Thursday night.  Yet as I write this blog Roxie is watching the computer screen intently, perhaps trying to see what I write about her and JC.   Yep, they are still here.  Although still is not the operative word.  Yesterday morning they were  fighting like cats and dogs.  I say dogs because Jean Claude , a black Bombay, thinks he’s a dog.  It was quite a fight – lots  of  running, leaping screeching, meowing and clawing and fur flying everywhere, mostly Jean Claude’s.  Roxie is pretty feisty.   Still??   Earlier this morning I went to get one of my winter tops out of the closet.  The tops are usually stacked neatly on top of shelf in the closet but Jean Claude has a habit of pulling them out as if sorting  them for something to wear.   Sure enough, tops scattered everywhere on the closet floor and a sky blue velour top  I like is no where to be found.  There I said it.  Sorry JC now the world knows your secret.  JC  also knocked down a bag containing   CCL’s jewelry wrapped in plastic and began playing with the plastic .  He then went to get him something to eat and demanded (by patting on the  front window blinds ) I raise the blinds so he could see out the front window.   So despite the clothing and jewelry fetish,   Jean Claude is all male.  In fact he spends a great deal of time in his cave.

And It’s Good for Me Because??

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Roxie was sick for a time and had several prescriptions.  I or CCL would give her  the medication in her food or treats but the joke was on us as she always discovered the hidden pills and  ate them anyway.  Now she’s better and while  the vet wants her to stay on medication for a bit longer,  Roxie’s not having it.   Drama queen that she is she no longer willingly take the pills without force and much drama and hollering.  Here for pet lovers and pill givers everywhere are instructions on “How to Give A Pill to A Cat.”

How to Give a Pill to a Cat 

1.  Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if
holding a baby.  Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of
cat’s mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in
right hand.  As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth.  Allow cat to
close mouth and swallow.

2.  Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa.  Cradle cat in
left arm and repeat process.

3.  Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.

4.  Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear
paws tightly with left hand.  FORCE jaws open and PUSH pill to back of
mouth with right forefinger.  Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.

5.  Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe.
Call spouse from yard.

6.  Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and
rear paws, ignoring low growls emitted by cat.  Get spouse to hold
head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth.  Drop
pill down ruler and rub cat’s throat vigorously.

7.  Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap.
Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains.  Carefully sweep
shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for
gluing later.

8.  Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head
just visible from below armpit.  Put pill in end of drinking straw,
FORCE mouth open with pencil and blow pill down drinking straw.

9.  Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink 1 beer
to take taste away.  Apply Band-Aid to spouse’s forearm and remove
blood from carpet with cold water and soap.

10.  Retrieve cat from roof of neighbor’s shed.  Get another pill.
Open another beer.  Place cat in cupboard and close door onto cat’s
neck to leave head showing.  Force mouth open with dessertspoon.
Flick pill down throat with rubber band, close cat’s mouth and hold
shut to the count of 30.

11.  Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on
hinges.  Drink beer.  Fetch bottle of scotch.  Pour shot, drink.
Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last
tetanus shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect.  Toss back
another shot.

12.  Call fire department to retrieve the cat from tree across the
road.  Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to
avoid cat.  Take last pill from foil wrap.

13.  Tie the cat’s front paws to rear paws with twine and bind tightly
to leg of dining room table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed.
Push pill into mouth followed by piece of steak. BE ROUGH ABOUT IT.
Hold cat’s head vertically and pour 2 pints of water down throat to
wash pill down.

14.  Consume remainder of Scotch.  Get spouse to drive you to
emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm
and removes pill remnants from right eye.

15.  Arrange for Humane Society to collect mutant cat and call local
pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.

How to Give A Dog A Pill:
1.  Wrap it in bacon.