Monday, June 30, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
scaling new heights
kai, my climber, my scaler of bedroom dressers and kitchen counters, contemplates a new move:
...and takes the plunge! here he is...atop my cd collection. my music is housed in a totally unreliable piece of crap furniture, but he manages perfectly, without once making it wobble.
within seconds he's comfy. (it's an art, he'll tell you.) bella's content to stay in the window. she'll let kai tell her all about the new perspective later.
and wicket- without any food in sight as motivation- stays on the floor.
"wuzzhee up to?"
...and takes the plunge! here he is...atop my cd collection. my music is housed in a totally unreliable piece of crap furniture, but he manages perfectly, without once making it wobble.
within seconds he's comfy. (it's an art, he'll tell you.) bella's content to stay in the window. she'll let kai tell her all about the new perspective later.
and wicket- without any food in sight as motivation- stays on the floor.
"wuzzhee up to?"
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
belly of bella
check out those spots!! bella, believe it or not, has come to love the belly rub. it used to be that if i barely touched one of her belly hairs, she'd grip my arm in all four claws and snap at me with her teeth. but now she rolls over as soon as i walk in the door, and presents the spots. i think she's seen how blissed out her brother kai gets and sez, hmmm, i want some of that...
paper-weighted
the bebs were so happy to see me when i came home sunday night, and i was so happy to see them. i spent a stressful weekend in holland helping my mom kid-sit the brown-haired niece and nephew. blond-haired nephew came with and helped matters not at all.
after the chaos and noise and verrrry little sleep of the weekend, my apartment became even more of a dim blue sanctuary than it usually is. i love having my own place. it never gets old. i love drifting off to sleep, blinking sleepily at the rest of the apartment through the bedroom door and thinking- all that space is mine. it fits me perfectly.
thank god, thanks gods, thank goddesses for the blessing of my own space. shout-out to virginia.
older sis and man-friend took care of bebs while i was away. lauri left me a note, as is tradition, on the back of my note of instructions, complete with illustrations of how much she loathes litter boxes and the smell of cat food. i have promised, among other things, a lifetime supply of Good & Plenty as thanks.
as soon as i walked in sunday night, i dropped my bags. first things first, right? snuggled meera, kai and wicket like there was no tomorrow. they wanted to be put down- prefer to be loved while on the floor. so we snuggled on the floor. cleaned the water and food bowls, cleaned the litter box, vacuumed the kitchen... threw open all my windows, renested.
gazed fondly toward my own bed, my own pillow. nothing like three nights in someone else's house to make you appreciate your own mattress. kai did his silent mew thing and i almost died. gave him an extra ten minutes of belly rub. that boy's got me wrapped around his pinky claw, he does.
much later, in the middle of the night, i woke up and felt myself paper-weighted by my three. meera in the northwest corner by my toes, wicket three inches from my face, and kai tucked behind my knees. home!
after the chaos and noise and verrrry little sleep of the weekend, my apartment became even more of a dim blue sanctuary than it usually is. i love having my own place. it never gets old. i love drifting off to sleep, blinking sleepily at the rest of the apartment through the bedroom door and thinking- all that space is mine. it fits me perfectly.
thank god, thanks gods, thank goddesses for the blessing of my own space. shout-out to virginia.
older sis and man-friend took care of bebs while i was away. lauri left me a note, as is tradition, on the back of my note of instructions, complete with illustrations of how much she loathes litter boxes and the smell of cat food. i have promised, among other things, a lifetime supply of Good & Plenty as thanks.
as soon as i walked in sunday night, i dropped my bags. first things first, right? snuggled meera, kai and wicket like there was no tomorrow. they wanted to be put down- prefer to be loved while on the floor. so we snuggled on the floor. cleaned the water and food bowls, cleaned the litter box, vacuumed the kitchen... threw open all my windows, renested.
gazed fondly toward my own bed, my own pillow. nothing like three nights in someone else's house to make you appreciate your own mattress. kai did his silent mew thing and i almost died. gave him an extra ten minutes of belly rub. that boy's got me wrapped around his pinky claw, he does.
much later, in the middle of the night, i woke up and felt myself paper-weighted by my three. meera in the northwest corner by my toes, wicket three inches from my face, and kai tucked behind my knees. home!
Monday, June 16, 2008
it's not Caturday but...
...here is a guest star anyway: kathy's Trouble! (brother to Wicket, Duncan, Angel, AreToo, and Mini)
read about him in lizzie's archive of may 2006: http://922cats.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html
and my origin stories post: http://meerakai.blogspot.com/2008/05/origin-stories.html.
read about him in lizzie's archive of may 2006: http://922cats.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html
and my origin stories post: http://meerakai.blogspot.com/2008/05/origin-stories.html.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
scandal!
why?! why is wicket still a hefty 16.6 even after the free feeder was taken away and i parceled out his food in incrementally smaller portions? why?!?
because he CAN jump to the high shelves where i put meera and kai's food, THAT'S why, my friends!!
oh, the rogue! I turned the corner into the pantry this weekend, and caught the "physically challenged" wickers munching serenely on food that was not his!!
he looked at me with those big golden eyes of his, continued to chew (like a cow), and seemed to ask, "why is the human gasping for breath like that?"
and all this time i've been worried that he's constantly hungry! each time he romped across my bed at three in the morning, or woke me up by lightly raking his claws along my arm, i've forgiven him. he's just ready for his next skimpy meal, i said. it's been hours since he ate, i said.
i'll post pictures tomorrow. i'm still in shock. i thought my plans were so crafty and clever. i've been out-clevered by a cat. i've been challenged to find a craftier cleverer solution.
because he CAN jump to the high shelves where i put meera and kai's food, THAT'S why, my friends!!
oh, the rogue! I turned the corner into the pantry this weekend, and caught the "physically challenged" wickers munching serenely on food that was not his!!
he looked at me with those big golden eyes of his, continued to chew (like a cow), and seemed to ask, "why is the human gasping for breath like that?"
and all this time i've been worried that he's constantly hungry! each time he romped across my bed at three in the morning, or woke me up by lightly raking his claws along my arm, i've forgiven him. he's just ready for his next skimpy meal, i said. it's been hours since he ate, i said.
i'll post pictures tomorrow. i'm still in shock. i thought my plans were so crafty and clever. i've been out-clevered by a cat. i've been challenged to find a craftier cleverer solution.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
who's that knockin at my door?
sharp-eyed Bella takes a peek at the outside world.
note the characteristic half-crouch, the fully engaged ears, and the tiny reflection of wickers in those beautiful owl eyes.
in a moment she'll either make a mad dash for the water bowl or turn tail and burrow further into Land-Under-The-Bed.
Monday, June 02, 2008
xtra! xtra!
all weekend it's indifferent shoulders, distracted blank stares, and the you've-got-30-seconds-and-then-i'm-gone chin scritches.
late for work this morning, it's come-hither eyes, mini trotting shadows, affectionate leg rubs,
and silent mews.
needless to say, i was xtra xtra late.
late for work this morning, it's come-hither eyes, mini trotting shadows, affectionate leg rubs,
and silent mews.
needless to say, i was xtra xtra late.
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