cats
April 24, 2006
The Definition of a Fetish . . .
My cat Moby usually has plenty of dry food in her bowl. But she'll bang at the bedroom door when I'm asleep because she wants me to get up and pour in some more food. I don't think the issue is that the old food is stale; sometimes, when we're out of fresh food, I'll just pour some of The Dude's old food out of his bowl and into Moby's bowl, and that satisfies Moby just as much as food fresh out of the bag. The important thing is the ritual, and specifically the sound of the dry food hitting the bowl.
It makes me wonder: once Pavlov's dogs were trained to salivate at the sound of the bell, did he find they wouldn't eat without the bell?
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March 24, 2006
Moby In Real Life Vs. Moby As She Sees Herself
(Thanks to KT for the idea and the leopard photo.)
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Moby, Up Close And Personal
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March 22, 2006
The Horror, The Horror . . .
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February 19, 2006
Great Cat Photos on Flickr
Airborne Cats. This is how Moby moves in her dreams.
Fuwari. It means soft and fluffy in Japanese.
Cats on Stairs. This one uses multiple exposures to create the lap kitty equivalent of bullet time.
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February 10, 2006
Friday Catblogging
Here's Moby in her natural habitat.
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April 21, 2005
Even Cowkittens Get the Blues
Kate tried to buy this postcard on eBay, but she got way outbid. If you don't see the kittens, try opening the photo in a separate window and enlarging it.
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April 15, 2005
Patio Container Garden, Week 2 (with Cats)
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The Dude, Helping Me With My Taxes
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April 08, 2005
Moby, Taking Care of Her Mobypants
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April 01, 2005
More Friday Catblogging
Here's The Dude in his tux, posing for his prom night photo. He's loosened the bow tie a little - he's really a casual guy at heart.
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March 25, 2005
Minnlow
Minnlow was a beautiful grey Maine Coon with a stunning white stripe down his nose. His parents were champion show cats, and he always retained their regal bearing. Hanging out with Minnlow was like being with a celebrity.
He was also an amazingly stubborn and resourceful kitty. We waged a multi-year battle over access to the outside world. We used a product calls "Cat Fence-In" to secure the back yard by adding netting to the top of the fence, but Minnlow would case the perimeter and always find a weak spot. Sometimes he'd climb up the fence, set up camp at the top, and spend hours clawing at the plastic loops until he made a hole big enough to squeeze through.
Here's Minnlow pestering Moby:
Minnlow passed away two years ago of a heart defect.
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March 19, 2005
Moby, Real Up Close and Personal
Here's what I mean about enjoying textures more than identifiable images. This is a patch of Moby's fur.
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The Dude Up Close and Personal
The Dude has taken over the couch Mo used to sleep on. He gets very relaxed when he's hanging out with us while we watch TV. He doesn't like giving up his spot when we have company over, though - we had to leave room for him on the couch the other night while we all played the Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture Edition. He didn't do too well, though - he's more of a jazzbo.
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March 18, 2005
Moby Maxing and Relaxing
Here's Moby, the kitty I didn't get to last week. She's 8 years old, and has been a little cranky about the introduction of The Dude. She's also having some problems with her back legs - a combination of arthritis, bursitis, and hip dysplasia caused by too many hard landings over the years. But she's doing better for now with anti-inflammatories and MSM supplements, so she may be able to get by without surgery.
Moby is the floppiest cat I've ever met. When you pick her up, she's like a big sack of guts. When she sleeps with us, she'll contort herself to get as close to our heads as possible - sometimes I'll wake up and realize what I thought was a pillow was really Moby.
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March 11, 2005
Mo, Part II
Now I'm worried that that last photo didn't do Mo complete justice. One thing he loved was shoulder rides - if you picked him up, he's clamber on to your shoulder for a better view, then expect a guided tour.
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Morannon
OK, just one more kitty photo. This is our late, beloved Mo, caught in the act. Mo showed up at our doorstep 2 1/2 years ago wearing a tag that said "Morannon. I pee the house." How can you turn down a kitty named after the gates of Mordor? We found his owner - a vet tech who'd adopted him - and returned him, but he kept on wandering back to us, following the railroad tracks that lead from their neighborhood to ours. Eventually, we all agreed he was our kitty now. We had a couple of great years with him, but he was already 12 or so when we met him, and in January he passed on. We all still miss him very much.
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The Dude, Part 2
Whoops - that pan & scan effect on the first photo of The Dude wasn't intentional, though perhaps appropriate. Here's a better close-up.
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The Dude
OK, time to try my hand at another blogging tradition: Friday catblogging. Here's our new kitty, The Dude. He's about 2 years old, adopted from the great Atlanta rescue organization Furkids. The idea is for him to stick to our fenced-in backyard - at 17 pounds, we didn't expect he'd do a lot of jumping. But he didn't get that memo, and we keep finding him lolling in our front bushes.
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March 06, 2005
A Different Kind of Cat Food . . .
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