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Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
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Sunday, February 08, 2009
Please give a warm welcome to guest blogger Daisy.
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Friday, December 14, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
What the Cat Dragged In or Mr Ether, My Hero
We've had these cats -- Feather and Daisy -- for 7 years, and we've always suspected that they aren't really cats at all, but aliens from a distant planet. They are so weird and un-catlike. They have always been indoor cats, but this summer they took an interest in sitting just outside the door soaking up the sun. How sweet, I thought.
Well, they must have gotten a communiqué from the mother ship to discover their inner cats, because this morning both cats were so naughty. Daisy took off down the street and wouldn't come back; she kept putting her ears back and trotting away from me. And Feather caught a mole, which she brought inside and released in the basement; I think she thought it was a new variety of yummy bug although she didn't seem to know what to do with it.
I was going to pretend that there wasn't rampaging wildlife underneath me, except that every time the cat would catch it, the mole emitted a high pitched electronic sounding noise. I guess that moles must use a form of echolocation, like bats, which actually makes a lot of sense.
So I descended into the basement and bravely yelled, "Ed, Ed, I see the mole! There it is! Bring a container down here to trap it" and then I courageously said, "There it is! Get it! Get it!" while I heroically climbed onto a chair just so I wouldn't be in the way, and then boldly asserted, "Awwwww, it's so cute ..." as he swiftly popped the Tupperware over the mole.
And it was cute. Feather thought we were just joining in her game, but to her chagrin the mole was taken outside and released. And I don't care how much they beg; those cats are not going outside again.
Well, they must have gotten a communiqué from the mother ship to discover their inner cats, because this morning both cats were so naughty. Daisy took off down the street and wouldn't come back; she kept putting her ears back and trotting away from me. And Feather caught a mole, which she brought inside and released in the basement; I think she thought it was a new variety of yummy bug although she didn't seem to know what to do with it.
I was going to pretend that there wasn't rampaging wildlife underneath me, except that every time the cat would catch it, the mole emitted a high pitched electronic sounding noise. I guess that moles must use a form of echolocation, like bats, which actually makes a lot of sense.
So I descended into the basement and bravely yelled, "Ed, Ed, I see the mole! There it is! Bring a container down here to trap it" and then I courageously said, "There it is! Get it! Get it!" while I heroically climbed onto a chair just so I wouldn't be in the way, and then boldly asserted, "Awwwww, it's so cute ..." as he swiftly popped the Tupperware over the mole.
And it was cute. Feather thought we were just joining in her game, but to her chagrin the mole was taken outside and released. And I don't care how much they beg; those cats are not going outside again.
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