A little catnip in our house carries a lot of entertainment value. One of our cats was badder than the other two. See if you can guess which one.
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Photo Friday: Young Puck
This is a picture of Puck as a kitten in his foster home looking out the door with his big foster brother. We felt bad taking him away from his foster family but he couldn’t stay there forever and I think he is pretty lucky to have us now.
Puck as a kitten.
Two Birthdays and Other Stuff
Today is Baily Boat Cat’s birthday and I want to wish him a very Happy Birthday. I have a special connection to Baily because he was born three years ago today on the 24th anniversary of my 24th birthday. If you’ve done the math right that makes me 51.
In other news, I have decided to renew my efforts in keeping up with Chris’s Facebook and Twitter accounts. I have been very pressed for time lately and let those go to the back-burner. I thought about letting Chris take them over but I’m not sure I can trust him to be honest about his badness. I think I will let him do twitter and I will do Facebook. What do you think? If you use Facebook or Twitter will you please “like” or “follow” Chris and let me know about your pages so we can follow you too.
Chris’s Facebook page is at http://facebook.com/badcatchris and his Twitter page is http://twitter.com/badcatchris. Thank you for reading our blog and thanks for following Chris.
Watching Fireworks With Chris
We have unusual cats, especially Chris. There is just no better way to say that.
Yesterday we had a lot of company at our house and, as usual, Chris was up in everybody’s business. There is nothing surprising about that. Chris is a very social cat. What is a little surprising is what happened later.
We had planned on walking around the corner where we could watch the city fireworks display but a thunderstorm rolled in just before the fireworks were supposed to start. We sat on our patio as the wind pushed the rain through the screens. We were hoping it would be like a typical summer shower and be over quickly but it lasted long enough for us to give up on watching the fireworks.
Then the rain ended as suddenly as it began and several locals began setting off their own fireworks that we could see from our patio. It quickly became very loud and Chris jumped up on the cat perch to get a better view.
He never ceases to amaze me. I know Chris and I knew that he would not be afraid of the fireworks but he was actually fascinated by them. He watched them with the same interest that he would watch a squirrel running up the screen.
Frankie was also not afraid of the fireworks and spent much of the evening on the patio as well but he took a more passive interest in the fireworks. Puck, as expected, was nowhere in sight but even he surprised me. Instead of being under the bed, he was actually napping on top of our bed and seemed not to notice the noise.
After a half hour or so the fireworks started getting better. It seemed that several neighbors on the other side of the marina spent a lot of money on fireworks, one in particular. Rose and I went outside and sat near the dock to watch the display. There was a ten minute stretch were it seemed to be more spectacular than most “official” fireworks displays.
While we were out there I kept thinking I should have brought my video camera with me but I was afraid it would be over by the time I got it. Eventually, I did get it and captured some good moments but not as good as what I missed. Someone even had a remote control helicopter that was probably filming everything from the air. Some people just have all the toys. I was told this morning that one homeowner spent $25,000 on fireworks for our enjoyment. Did I ever mention that I love where we live?
Photo Friday: Let the Sun Shine In
Our patio gets flooded with sunlight every morning, making it a great place to hang out. Here, Chris and Puck are soaking in the sun.
The Members of the Cabinet Have Assembled
When you have a bad cat in the house you learn to expect the unexpected.
Rebuilding Burnt Bridges
When we adopted Frankie, Chris behaved very uncharacteristically toward him. He did whatever he could to show Frankie he was not a welcome cat (See here). Eventually Chris accepted Frankie’s presence and took steps toward making peace with him but unfortunately Chris burned those bridges. Frankie turned the tables on him and became the aggressor and started attacking Chris on a regular basis.
Lately things have settled down a bit and I see Chris’s efforts are starting to pay off. Yes, there are still fights. Some of those fights are even started by Chris, but more and more I see the two of them hanging out relatively close without one trying to whack the other. Perhaps there is hope for the future.
We weren’t fighting. We were just meowing. Honest.
I’d like to be your friend, Frankie, but first I must smell your butt.
Photo Friday: Stretch, Nap, Repeat
Frankie really likes to stretch out when he naps. He also seems to have a new favorite place to nap, a small area of concrete on the patio. It doesn’t matter how hot it is outside, you can usually find Frankie there.
Three Cats and a Toy
Recently I found a cat toy at a thrift store. I am not sure who makes it. The closest I could find was a toy called SmartCat 3836 Tick Tock Teaser perhaps this is a predecessor. They really loved it for the first ten minutes but now they barely notice it.
Did You Do This?
Last weekend we traveled to a far away store where Rose bought a new shirt, among other things, that she really likes. After wearing it once she washed it and hung it from the bedroom door knob. When we went to bed that night and closed the door, the shirt was unwittingly left hanging from Chris’s side of the door. You can see where this is going, can’t you?
About thirty minutes after our five o’clock wake up call from Chris, who stands outside the door crying and scratching on the door, Rose discovered that her new shirt had several holes clawed into it. She confronted Chris, who was lying on the bed in the spare bedroom and said in a loud voice, “Who did this?” “Did you do this?”
That’s when Chris started rolling back and forth on the bed, showing her his belly and talking to her. It was as if he was saying, “Look at how cute I am. Forget about that shirt and check out my cuteness.”
It worked. Chris played it exactly right and got off scot-free.
Bad Cat Chris 