daemonluna: default icon, me with totoros (Default)
in which there are hairballs )

(Really, I'm very-very-very relieved that it wasn't something more serious. But the look on her face when we try and get that gunk down her throat...)
daemonluna: default icon, me with totoros (Default)
Updating on my coffee break again. Mmm, breakfast. More specifically, instant oatmeal (maple brown sugar with a handful of chopped pecans tossed in) and a bottle of grapefruit juice.

I've been feeling slightly cold-ish the past few days, but paranoid dosing of self with echinacea and ColdFX seems to be helping. What doesn't help: Trout having long conversations with himself at five this morning.

Him: Mrowwwr! Mrrr! Mrrreh?

Me: Mmmmph.

Him (from the other room now): Mrrrr? Mrrrreh! Mrowwwwwl!

Me: Shut up!

Him: Mrrrrr? (trots into bedroom, jumps up on bed, and takes this as meaning that I want to pet him)

Me: (pats cat on head, pushes him down beside me) Go back to sleep!

Loud, bad, smelly cat: (purrs briefly, gets up and wanders off. Then proceeds to start talking some more.)

Yeah. I'd say it's because [livejournal.com profile] troutkitty is still in Edmonton (she gets home tonight), but really, he does this when she's home, too.

Today's book: Prince Across the Water by Jane Yolen. YA historical fiction, thirteen year old Duncan runs off with his cousin to fight for Bonnie Prince Charles at Culloden. I started it on the bus this morning and am only about a quarter of the way in, but I'm enjoying it so far, as expected. (Jane Yolen = master storyteller)
daemonluna: default icon, me with totoros (Default)
When we got home today, we spotted this large, grey fluffy cat outside our building. It looked a lot like our upstairs neightbour's cat, the Other Cat. Trout and the Other Cat frequently sit on their respective balconies and glare at each other. In fact, it looked exactly like The Other Cat.

So we scooped up kitty, left her in the hallway in front of our apartment, and went upstairs to knock on the neighbours' door. They weren't home, so we left a note. I check and yeah, their balcony door is open a cat-sized space, and there is no cat on the balcony.

Twenty minutes later, neighbour-guy comes downstairs and says yeah, that looks an awful lot like his cat. Except she's a bit skinnier, and his cat is, well, in his apartment. But he appreciates a lot that we tried to save his kitty.

We say, oh. And then we call the SPCA for what-to-do-now advice.

They're closed. They closed at seven. They're also closed tomorrow for Canada Day.

So we agonize. And eventually decide that the kitty in our hallway is 1) very sociable, 2) not at all alarmed at being out prowling the neighbourhood and in fact was sauntering around like she owns the place, 3) did not ravenously gulp down the kibble and water we put out for her in the hall, and 4) wearing a collar with a bell on it. So we let her out again.

I can only assume that she possibly is a cat that gets to go out in the back yard, and is prone to bringing birds home. And I hope very much that she does live in the immediate area.

And that she found her way home.
daemonluna: default icon, me with totoros (Default)
As [livejournal.com profile] troutkitty already mentioned, Trout is a very bad cat. (looks at gf's username) Hmm. Let me clarify. [livejournal.com profile] troutkitty=gf who is not a cat. Trout, aka Mr. Brown-Speckled Trout, aka many other things as well=eighteen-pound tabby cat from whence gf's username came.

Anyhow. He was prowling on the balcony, the usual plywood barrier was up, and he decided to go exploring. Or something. After a rather frantic twenty minutes of walking all up and down the street calling, and triple and quadruple checking inside the house, and looking under parked cars and such, I see a kitty-silhouette on top of the wall separating the two lanes (our block is on a hill and one lane is eight or nine feet above the other at its highest point--it's very strange.) [livejournal.com profile] troutkitty went scrambling after him and carried him in, and he was unreasonably smug for such a BAD CAT. At least it only took twenty minutes. When Minnow went missing, it took several hours for us to find her (she was inside the whole time in some still-undiscovered hidy-hole, sleeping).

And this is after [livejournal.com profile] chaleur23 spoiled them by bringing over a scratching post thingie with dangly balls to bat at that she'd bought them. (I hear it's also [livejournal.com profile] queenzulu's fault.) Lucky cats!

I planted a pot of cat grass for them so hopefully they'll leave my plants alone! (Yeah, right. Last summer, Trout kept eating the chives!) I've got morning glory seeds planted, and I think I'm going to be getting some tomato plats from my dad again, and if last summer is any indication, all sorts of "volunteer" plants from my mom. (Seriously, we went away for the weekend, and she came over to water the plants, and when we got back, there was a spider plant, two palms, and two more hanging baskets that weren't there before!) I need to sort out what's going in the pots and boxes we have, and see about getting some more big pots. Although it's all cold and rainy out there and likely will be for another few days at least, so I've got a bit longer to make up my mind.
daemonluna: default icon, me with totoros (Default)
It's REALLY hazy. In an atmosphere-laden, smoky, forest fires burning in the Crowsnest Pass and turning the light all orange type hazy. It's worse today than it's been in the past two weeks--you can actually smell the smoke. Combine that with the lights still being sporadically on and off at work, and no wonder I'm feeling draggy.

Yes, that's right, we're still working in the dark. And explaining to people why the library doesn't really need their second-rate encyclopedia from 1986, please and thank you. ("I mean, I know it's a couple years old, but it's a really good encyclopedia...") We've only got the 2003 World Book, World Book online, and Britannica online.

That, and yes, if you lose the book, and even if you can't find it anywhere, you have to pay for it. And I know, that means you're paying for a book you don't even HAVE. Because that's usually what lost means. Okay, snarkiness over for the moment. Move along here, nothing to see...

There are eighteen pounds of very smug tabby curled up on the couch beside me. Trout is sitting on top of a paperback book--I can just see the corner sticking out from under his rather substantial tummy--and appears to be quite comfortable, none-the-less.

Minnow, on the other hand, is hiding because I (indignity of indignities!) tried to brush her. After the monster hairball she horked up (on the carpet, natch) and the heat, you think she;d be glad of it. But nooo... She really needs it too. Looking at her, I'm pretty sure there's some long-haired cat in her somewhere. (Really, she ate one just last week... *g*) She's ventured out only to curl up beside Trout and get her face licked while she purrs and purrs and purrs. He's got this way of possessively slinging a paw across the top of her head to hold her still. Yeah, I love my kitties.

Book of the moment: a compendium of storytime songs, rhymes, and stretches. Sigh. Because there are only so many times

Book I want to be reading: Kushiel's Avatar, full of slashy goodness and angst and... stuff. More on that later.

[livejournal.com profile] troutkitty is killing people again. That's m'girl. *g*


daemonluna: default icon, me with totoros (Default)

September 2017

3 456789


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 26th, 2017 03:42 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios