So I guess Sundays are newbiemania kind of days.
I have two crazy cats - ok, one crazy, one being driven crazy.
The grand old man of the domain is beast, about 5 years old, black and a chronic overeater who enjoys late evening headbutting sessions when the day has not brought his preffered dose of love and attention, splaying himself in the middle of the floor doing his best throw rug impression and voicing his extreme displeasure with my computer addiction by destroying my computer chair. he was a giveawy I fell for outside of a K-mart one day, immediately fell in love with, put in the car, drve home, spent 4 hours attepting to coax out from under the passenger seat of the car and then endured the endless smirks and giggles of the local Pep Boys staff as said passenger seat was removed in order to extract the little monster. He was originally named brat but his over sized paws, bowed front legs, and self assured strut as akitten reminded me of a mini gorilla and I often joked that he was a "vicious little beast" and soon - he just became Beast.
The object of his fatherly love is Salvaje. I think he's a Russian Blue but his white triangle marking on his chest and tummy tell me he must be a mix. Salvaje came to the family when I went to the pet store to pick up some new treats and toys to appease his anger at still another road trip and ended up picking him up a new companion instead. Salvaje is a creature like no other. He's is a declawed hunter who was known as "The Menace" for a period of time as at least once a week I would wake up in the morning greated by his hummingbird catch of the week - this from a balcony. When we moved to a house and he could go outside he would often bring me lizards and grasshoppers and even once a praying mantis. He would chase and play with them outside my office door and then escort them back outside. He also enjoyed catching field mice but somehow knew that these were not to be brought inside. His latest adventure took place in our turn of the century building when opened the apartment door to go play in the hall and was spooked by a passerby into a unit being renovated - and right into the hole in the floor which lead to a "crawl space" that spanned the entire block long building. This adventure lasted nearly a week during which both Beast and I freaked over his complete disappearance into the dregs of anncient plumbing. Six days later he emerged happy and oblivious. had a bite to eat, and then returned to his perch on top of the step ladder which he gained such affection for while I was painting that I ended up making part of the room decor.
I am not a cat owner - I am owned by cats.
I have two crazy cats - ok, one crazy, one being driven crazy.
The grand old man of the domain is beast, about 5 years old, black and a chronic overeater who enjoys late evening headbutting sessions when the day has not brought his preffered dose of love and attention, splaying himself in the middle of the floor doing his best throw rug impression and voicing his extreme displeasure with my computer addiction by destroying my computer chair. he was a giveawy I fell for outside of a K-mart one day, immediately fell in love with, put in the car, drve home, spent 4 hours attepting to coax out from under the passenger seat of the car and then endured the endless smirks and giggles of the local Pep Boys staff as said passenger seat was removed in order to extract the little monster. He was originally named brat but his over sized paws, bowed front legs, and self assured strut as akitten reminded me of a mini gorilla and I often joked that he was a "vicious little beast" and soon - he just became Beast.
The object of his fatherly love is Salvaje. I think he's a Russian Blue but his white triangle marking on his chest and tummy tell me he must be a mix. Salvaje came to the family when I went to the pet store to pick up some new treats and toys to appease his anger at still another road trip and ended up picking him up a new companion instead. Salvaje is a creature like no other. He's is a declawed hunter who was known as "The Menace" for a period of time as at least once a week I would wake up in the morning greated by his hummingbird catch of the week - this from a balcony. When we moved to a house and he could go outside he would often bring me lizards and grasshoppers and even once a praying mantis. He would chase and play with them outside my office door and then escort them back outside. He also enjoyed catching field mice but somehow knew that these were not to be brought inside. His latest adventure took place in our turn of the century building when opened the apartment door to go play in the hall and was spooked by a passerby into a unit being renovated - and right into the hole in the floor which lead to a "crawl space" that spanned the entire block long building. This adventure lasted nearly a week during which both Beast and I freaked over his complete disappearance into the dregs of anncient plumbing. Six days later he emerged happy and oblivious. had a bite to eat, and then returned to his perch on top of the step ladder which he gained such affection for while I was painting that I ended up making part of the room decor.
I am not a cat owner - I am owned by cats.
