I love it when she gathers up all her legs like that, especially when she whips out the Princess Di eyes, too.
Category: Pets
Shelfie with Boneless Cat
I had to look carefully to tell whether or not Pandora was still breathing. I’ve never seen such a limp cat. Her tongue was even sticking out a bit.
One nice thing about her being old and deaf is that she doesn’t hear the camera shutter. If I’m careful not to make any vibrations when I get up, I can sneak up on her pretty easily. Getting pictures of her sprawled out, sleeping, was nearly impossible when she was younger.
Friday Dogblogging
Miss Brown supervising Friday morning house cleaning.
Fun with Freecycle
The Kiss by Gustave Klimt
Yesterday, a request was posted to our local Freecycle group for, and I quote, “a poster or oil painting of The Kiss.” I don’t know for sure, but I’m guessing that they’re not going to find a free Klimt painting hanging around Bloomington. Just sayin’. . . !
But, hey, I applaud them for their good taste.
In other Freecycle madness, there was an ad for a litter of Siberian Husky x Labrador Retriever puppies, complete with a link to photos. The breeders are ignorant jerks, but ohmygawd are the puppies ever adorable. Thankfully, I’m not dog hunting and I have a firm No Puppies rule.
1901 Edison Film of Boxer
I came across this yesterday, and thought I’d post it here. It’s an Edison film from 1901 of a Boxer doing what Boxers do best.
Historical images of dogs are interesting, in terms of how breeds change over time. The Boxer breed was quite young when this film was made (the first Boxer dog was entered into the studbook in 1895). Photos from those early years are rare enough, and video rarer still. This film is extra special. You can see that the boing boing boing–such a huge part of what makes a Boxer a Boxer–is present. Boxers as we know them now, in this country, are finer boned and more elegant than their ancestors, but it’s obvious that the breed’s athleticism and basic personality traits (boing boing boing!) are still present.
Nests
I thought I posted these here, but I guess not. The other morning, while I was in the shower, Harriet dragged the comforter off the bed, into the living room, and made herself a nest. Miss Brown is all about Teh Comfortables, but it was 5am and a little early for me to find it amusing.
Nest-making is something she does fairly regularly. Her most amazing nest was made from two brand spanking new bags of pine cat litter. I thought for sure that cat litter would be of no interest to her, so I left them sitting beside the couch when I went to work. I came home to a mound of cat litter with a Boxer-shaped depression in the center. Again, not very amusing!
Last week’s nesting was not a singular event. When I got home, this is the sight that greeted me.
She’d dragged two blankets from a Rubbermaid tub in my bedroom into the studio, and built herself a cozy little nest in the middle of my studio floor.
Not bad, considering she doesn’t have opposable thumbs.
The seasons fit the same
I have another cat sitting job, starting Saturday and lasting until October 1st. It’s not fun to have to get up even earlier than I normally do, but it’ll pay for new brakes and tires, so, um, yay. And the cats are awfully sweet, which helps.
And speaking of cats…
Paws
Ms. Lea mentioned expiration dates, and I suspect that Pandora is nearing hers. She’s gotten increasingly frail and wobbly in the past year, and she sleeps about 23 hours a day. Basically, she’s finally looking and acting like an old cat. Her attitude is just as wonderful as it’s always been, though, so I’m not concerned. She’s had a good and long life, so as long as she stays happy, I won’t feel bad when she goes.
On a happier note, I pulled out some old flower photos and played around with them last night. I like the way this one turned out.
Spiderwort, Owen County, Indiana
Splisheh Splasheh Kitteh
Thursday Dog Blogging
Waiting for Bedtime
Our evening routine consists of one last potty break, then Harriet and Pandora get their bedtime snack, then I brush my teeth, turn off lights, etc. Harriet waits for “real bedtime” in her own bed, while I feed the cat and finish getting ready. After I go to bed, she hops up on the big bed with me. This is her waiting in her own bed for “real bedtime.”
Petsitting
La Roux has gone home, and this is the final day of cat sitting. As much as I like getting to hang out with other folks’ critters, I will be glad to be done with pet sitting. I have another cat sitting job coming up in a couple of weeks, and it’s a long one, so I’m going to be selfish and enjoy having no responsibilities except to care for my own animals.
Something else I was reminded of, while puppy sitting. La Roux is just about as perfect as a puppy could be. She didn’t have a single accident, she was calm but playful, she was attentive, she has a soft temperament and is submissive toward people and other dogs. She’s really a dream puppy. But, she is a puppy. I put a lot of time and effort into working with Harriet, and she and I are (usually) a pretty seamless team. I don’t have to stop and think about how to read her, because it’s second nature, and she has learned to understand my subconscious signals, as well. It takes time to develop that sort of bond, and I’m definitely not up for the challenge of starting over from scratch. At least, not right now.
red paper boat 