Category: Pets
Cone of Shame
He’s not making it easy to type.
Pig in a Poke
He loves paper bags, but I don’t have any handy. This floppy grocery bag will do in a pinch, though. Next time I go grocery shopping, I need to remember to leave my reusable bags in the car and ask for paper.
Desk Pig
Being a Piglet is hard work.
Every Desk Needs a Cat
Pig is settling in very well. Henry still hisses at him sometimes, but she’s playing chase games with him now, so I think the worst is over. My mom mailed me his rabies certificate, so I was able to make an appointment for him to see the vet and to get neutered. Two weeks until the cone of shame!
He’s a funny cat. Sometimes he bites, which is common with cats who were orphaned as kittens. He didn’t have a mamma or litter mates to teach him that biting is inappropriate. And bless his little heart, he tries not to, but he just can’t help it. When he bites I put him in time out in the bathroom for 10 minutes or so, and he comes out with a whole new attitude. But then he’s also incredibly snuggly and totally trusting about being handled. You can play with his feet and ears and whiskers and he just lies there, enjoying the attention. Last night he slept, sprawled across my chest and shoulders, for a couple of hours while I watched TV.
Miss Brown
I was a little concerned about how Harriet would deal with another cat in the house, but she’s been a trooper. She’ll sniff him if he comes near her, and she’s had to give him some discipline a couple of times when he got too interested in her food, but other than that, she’s been fine.
Henry is still full of HATE.
Blue Ribbon
I noticed this in a tree right outside the front door of the building I’m working in.
Pig is still working on charming the girls. I think he has Polly pretty much worn down. She’s stopped hissing at him, and last night she even touched noses with him. After which, Pig ran a victory lap around the living room. For real. I nearly died laughing.
Henry is being more difficult. She still hates him, but now with just the heat of 1,000 suns instead of 10,000. So, progress, right?
Introducing Pig the Cat
Pig was an orphaned kitten my brother found in the bottom of an old oil drum. They bottle fed him, but he needs a permanent home now, so he’s come to live with me. So far, shockingly, Harriet hates him the least. Henry and Polly think he is the devil’s minion, which he may well be. He’s kind of a pushy asshole, so he should fit right in here, if the girls will get over themselves.
Happy Got Day, Miss Brown!
More Pig
Trotter
Str-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-tch
Sleepyhead
red paper boat 