or is it.. ;)
kitties
Got Cat?
Sometimes when you’re on the internet you end up somewhere you never expected. I was reading my google reader and someone posted a link to a cat site, and then I clicked on the link and went on a mysterious journey of things my cats would love – and things my cats would utterly despise. The only question I have is, why haven’t I ever seen this stuff in a pet shop here in Australia?
Things they would love include –
The Pet Drinking Fountain
My cats like to drink any water they aren’t supposed to drink but their pure unreserved love is for drinking out of water features. This is like a water feature designed especially for them! Of course this means they would ignore it completely, so shh let’s pretend they’re not allowed near it.
The Stairway to Cat Heaven
My cats already have several cat towers around the house. Yes, they are spoilt, but these are my children, remember there will be no breeding of humans here! This one looks awful for humans but those kitties would love it plenty.
A new home
My cats love being up high. I think it’s a king of the castle thing. Whoever is the highest is the winner. Whoever is on the next shelf down is usually being taunted by the King with a paw swipe from above.
What my cats would HATE include –
Electronic kitty litter things which go round and round – they would be looking for the nearest cat tower to hide at the top of.
Electronic kitty litter things which have a “rake” which will “stop if it encounters a large object in the box” – though I think the other half would appreciate this one because he is the one who gets to clean the litter.
Thus ends an odd trip on the internet.
This is gorgeous..
You have to go look at this site.
Oh my god..
It’s much worse than I suspected.. Britney flashes the entire world for a second time, and this time you get at least as good a view as K-fed ever did. Ouch, did I just type that out loud?
I just can’t believe she would do this. WHY Britney, WHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYY? You wore Mickey Mouse ears. You were a pop sensation. You had it all. Now you have two kids, no lowlife scumbag husband hanging off you spending all your money and shagging every girl in sight, you had every chance of getting back to the good life, but you choose to hang out with Ms I’m Famous For No Good Reason Paris, and Miss The Next Elizabeth Taylor Minus The Class Factor.
These people are not your friends, and you should not be flashing your crotch at the world.
In other news, a slight scare in the enormous evil creature area. Anyone who said cockroaches would survive nuclear war clearly have not met my cats. While I was jumping around screaming and generally freaking out, they saved me, again.. ;)
Yay Kitties! See, pussys can be used for something OTHER than evil! ;)
Grrr
Nobody clicked the music clips in my review below. So now you’re all officially IN MY BAD BOOKS, and bugger it if I’m ever like putting effort into stuff for you again! You can all sit there without music, all depressed and stuff. Because music is what keeps people happy, people!
And I’m sitting here having locked the cats away (they’re indoor cats) in the little room down the end of the house waiting for a truck to deliver me a split system air conditioner and a new fridge. Yes, the old fridge literally deaded itself yesterday It was making a terrible noise then it stopped working, Just when I thought I would have to carry all my cold stuff down the street to my parents place, it seemed to get working again. It’s been making loud explosion like sounds for a while.
The poor kitties! I can hear their small mews and the little one is desperately trying to get out, she’s got a paw under the door and is jiggling it, that works with most rooms except that one, which is why they are in there. But still, no truck! I should have waited till the truck got here but they can be hard to catch when that happens. It’s been over 20 minutes already. The driver was supposed to be coming straight here. I feel terrible and I just want to let them out. If he’s much longer I’ll have to but there’s no way I’ll ever get them locked in again today. JUST GET HERE ALREADY! Deliver my stuff and go away so I can let my kitties run free! grrrr
The other half asked me what I would like to do with the dead fridge. I’d like to send it back to Fisher & Crappel oops Paykel, if you don’t mind. I’d like them to stick it where the sun does not shine. Though I realise this may take time and much lubrication.. it’s quite a large fridge, but it would make me feel better. 8 years out of a fridge is nowhere near long enough. I would never have bought it, it was given to us by my parents when we moved here to use until we bought our own new fridge. They’d replaced it with *another* Fisher and Crappel! Yes, another sign I was adopted right there. ;)
If you got here searching for Fisher & Paykel and you’re thinking about buying something of theirs? STOP NOW. Especially the washing machines, those are such evil crap in my opinion, I believe they are designed to break. Every time I sold one I’d say to myself “I’m so going to hell”. I tried to talk those people out of that mistake, but it was their choice. I’d tell them all the reasons it was bad, and they’d still want one and hand over substantial amounts of cash. I’m SORRY, I tried to tell you!
Still no truck. Another 10 minutes has gone by since I wrote the above. The kitties are trying the silence tactic now. This involves making no noise at all, hoping I will open the door to check on them. If I did that, they would be sitting right next to the door, and they would be out of there like a gunshot, running for their nearest “haha you can’t get me out of here” places. That would be fine if the nitwit who designed this house had put doors in crucial places. But they haven’t, it’s “open plan” and you can walk from the front door to the back of the house, no doors. Even that wouldn’t be so bad, if the doors that are here actually worked. I can name two doors the kitties can’t open. The rest are as useless as this truck driver who STILL IS NOT HERE.
There’s no milk. I can’t make coffee. I could walk down the street and get milk, but I am stuck here waiting for the VERY LATE truck driver. Hello? I live 3 minutes drive from the shop. What the fuck is taking so long to get here? I NEED COFFEE NOW. It’s bad enough my kitties are locked away, but no coffee on top of that, and nobody clicking on my well made mp3 Rockstar Supernova link which showcases the brilliance of my latest CD purchase, and it’s enough to make one start throwing things.
I’m in SUCH a bad mood now. Back slowly away, people. But you can click on my link first.. WHERE is this truck? It’s been another 10 minutes. The kitties tried opening the door again and have gone back to the silence tactic now. It’s starting to work. What if something happened in there? Maybe they’ve just given up and are curled up into little balls of fluff sleeping cutely. But you can bet the minute I open that door and let them out, the truck will arrive, and I’ll have to lock them up again so they can’t get outside. But if I don’t open it, the truck will never get here.
It’s been an hour now. I have to let them out. You watch this truck turn up..
Well it’s a good thing I let them out, another half hour has gone by, no truck. And no coffee. I really *really* need coffee now. And it was starting to get a little warm in that room they were in with the door shut, I’ve been sitting on the floor while the coolness from the airconditioned other rooms was pouring in. I have no idea how I am going to manage to get the cats back into one of the two rooms they can’t open the door of, and this is just making me more angry at the truck driver vanishing somewhere between here and the shop.
Phew, almost two hours since the other half called me to say the truck was on the way, they got here. With icecream. So that’s where they disappeared to! They didn’t bring any for me :( and if I’d known they were at the shops I would have said get milk! ;)
The cats are back out now, I locked them in the other room with a door that works. They promptly hid under the bed. Now I have two fridges in the middle of my kitchen, a cat tower in the middle of the walkway because they needed to move it to get the fridge in, and two cats sniffing around checking it all out. Oh, and ants. I don’t know why or how ;( I’m gonna have to spray surface spray today.
I’m going to get milk, make me coffee, and then I might try to write a somewhat more intelligent post to put here on this blog. :)
A photo a day
I’ve been practising for the upcoming photo a day for 365 days thing. I’ve got a new card reader, a network of folders all ready, and I’m getting used to the camera and learning a few little tricks along the way. I’m all set up with Flickr, and you can see my pics here – and this flickr thing is so easy, anyone can do this.
So if you’re reading this and you think one photo a day is too much, that’s ok. You can do one photo a week, we won’t hold it against you. ;) That still gets you 52 photos by the end of the year, which is a nice thing to look back on. You can make your own blog for it, we’ll link to you in the sidebar. We’ve now got 5 people on board, and I expect more to jump on board the closer it gets to January 1. No need to wait, you can start now if you like, get into the habit, and get some nice Holiday Season pics. Here’s some of my shots I took a couple of hours ago – flowers and right at the bottom, you’ll see the Guards. ;)
Why do they sit there? Because at night time often little creatures will fly in when this door is opened, and then they get to chase them like mad little kitties. :) They like to dead them some insects!
Kitties
The big kitty has this thing about the cupboard my check wall is on. The door is open at the moment, and she’s staring up in the top of the cupboard, she wants to jump up there.
The little kitty is a bit bored with it all, and wondering how much longer until she gets more food. Both my cats are beautiful. I am thankful and blessed. ;)
This just in..
Visit to the vet.
Yesterday we went to the vet that doesn’t make appointments. The kitties were not really thrilled about all this.
To begin with, the other half went down to the room where the cat carriers are kept and put them back together while I kept them busy in the kitchen with lactose free kitty milk. I heard him walking down the hallway and I was like “You’re not bringing the carriers are you?” but of course, he did, and the minute Big Kitty saw them, she bolted out of the room looking for somewhere to hide. He dropped both the carriers onto the couch and ran after her, and caught her just before she ran under the bed. Lucky, because we’d not have got her out from behind there, and it’s a waterbed so no chance of moving it.
The little kitty had clearly forgotten what cat carriers meant and she had found a big blowfly which she was trying to catch and dead, so she paid no attention until she was scooped up and put into the carrier, at which point she began a pitiful kitty cry, which I am sure was more about missing out on deading the blowfly than anything else.
All the way to the vets, both of them put on the let me out of here cry. When we got to the vet, there was this absolutely gorgeous greyhound. Both kitties spotted it, and big kitty hid at the back of her carrier while little kitty crawled under her towel in an attempt to hide.
We had a bit of a wait cos of the no appointments thing and then in to see the vet. He was very nice but the big kitty did not think so, this was the first time she’d ever hissed and spat at a vet. She got her injection and quickly back into the carrier for her. He did manage to check her teeth and he thought they were in really great condition for a cat of her age.
Little kittys turn and she didn’t really mind too much, she let him have a good look at her, got her injection without any hassles, and pranced about the table a bit looking all cute while the vet told her how pretty her coat was (that is so true, she is absolutely gorgeously fluffy) and in what good condition she was and that her teeth were also excellent and that she’s not really fat yet (HA I told you she wasn’t fat, the other half!) but she could be going that way and it would be good to try and encourage her to exercise more.
Then the kitties went home, at which point the older kitty was given some kitty milk and special cat food which I bought while at the vets and for the first time ever I saw her just *inhale*food like the little kitty, she really liked that food. Other than that she was pretty mad at us for the rest of the day. She holds a grudge about having to go to the vet for at least a month. The little kitty was back to her nutty self as soon as she spotted the blowfly which she then deaded. :)
I’ve run into a few too many spiders over the last 24 hours, it’s time to get out the deadly spider spray and do some serious spraying. That’s going to be my chore for this afternoon..
Grrr
Woken from a lovely dream about being at the snow with my other half by black helicopters with big guns flying low over the house. It’s a great way to start the day. I now have a shitty other half who is having the day off and the only chore on his plate today is to sort out the Austar. See Austar have brought in new channel packages, and we can finally FUCK OFF the sport which we never watch, and save money – in fact by the time we have finished this packaging sort out, we’ll have *more* channels for *less* money. Including all the movie channels, so now it’s certain I’ll never get shiznit done.
However nothing is really that simple is it? We’re billed by Telstra for the Austar, and they don’t do these packages, so now we have to convert back to Austar, which is causing the other half to walk around growling. Yes, literally growling. Like a dog.
Then again, nothing is as bad as you expect it will be, because when he rang Austar he found they have a special line set up for conversions as so many people are doing it, and like I suggested to him before he called and while he was baring his teeth and doing the Elvis snarl, they will have a special process for it as they kind of do it for a living and it won’t be as hard as he thinks.
I tried to read all the blogs but he kept walking in here and growling and interrupting my comment leaving, so I’ve given it up for now.
Other jobs on todays agenda include – going to the special animal feed store to get Kitty Litter. They often have chickens there too, I like to look at them. Like Google, chickens are your friends. But they have every kind of feed for animals, like horses, and cows and stuff. They also sell plants and they have Bonsai. It’s a cool store and you drive to the side of it and park your car there so they can load what you buy into your car, yet it is right in the middle of town, just one street back from the main street.
Then later today we have to take the kitties to the vet. The first one I called do not make appointments. I’m not so sure about that, it might take a really long time. Kind of like going to a public hospital. However, they do seem to have 5 vets and seeing as this seems to be like an afternoon surgery I’m sure most of them will be there, so I am hopeful this will be quick, but I am doubting this whole process and thinking of calling another vet entirely. What to do?
My older cat does not love the cat carrier, or going to the vet. So much so I thought about trying to get them a home visit, but realistically that’s not going to work out too well, I think. I’m concerned about her because she’s lost a fair bit of weight. OTOH, she does have a younger kitty keeping her active, she gets a lot more exercise now than she ever has before, and she is a very picky eater. She’s never really been a fat cat. However the younger kitty literally inhales her food like some space alien with a vacuum for a mouth, and she’s getting a bit rotund. The other half takes delight in calling her fat. That’s just nasty! Then again, the younger kitty takes delight in waiting until he’s fallen asleep on his side and then curling up behind his legs so he can’t turn over without waking up, so maybe that’s her revenge. ;)
The little kitty fetches – she loves it when you bring receipts home from shopping and then make them into little balls of paper and throw them for her. She brings them back and waits for you to throw it again. I just think she needs to do more of that. ;)
I spent a little bit of time trying to choose one good experience I had as a zoo volunteer to post about to kind of make up for yesterdays downer type post. However, I have a list of millions to try and pick through. There seriously are that many. I’m still trying to choose, I’ll get back to you.