Those of you who have been following this blog for more than two days no doubt realize that Feeding on Folly is an animal-friendly community. Pets have been mentioned. Namely, Dog and Cat.
Sadly, Cat departed to that great Kitty Condo in the Sky last February. Since then, our home has been meow-less.
Recently, as in one week ago, we were joined by a new companion. Friends, allow me to introduce to you:
After living with Merricat for a week, I can tell she is a wise and gentle soul. I believe there is much she can teach us, and with that in mind, I made notes of some of her more helpful lessons.
Let us learn from her wise counsel, shall we?
- When entering a new domain, explore every area thoroughly. Every nook and cranny. Especially the crannies. Nooks are good, but crannies are better. After you’ve explored it a good three or four times, check it again. It may have changed in the two minutes you were gone.
- Ferns make great sleeping companions. Perfect for an afternoon nap. Or a mid-morning nap. Or early evening.
Avoid misting time.
- Helping with laundry is not only polite, it can be fun. Especially when the Female Human makes funny noises and plays tug of war with you. Also, warm towels straight from the dryer? Mmm.
- Grooming is essential. Never neglect it. Twenty baths a days is not overdoing it. Consider twenty-two.
- Kitty Weed, aka, Catnip, is marvelous. Daily use recommended.
- When encountering a large canine creature, play it cool. They will not resist your charms for long.
- Small rubber items are not to be trusted. Whether they are pads from electronic devices, ear plugs, or caps you found that no one in the family has any idea where they came from, be watchful! Pounce on them, bat them around, attack from behind! Be wary… they’re sneaky devils.
- Fill your life with music. During the day is great, but nighttime is good too. Like, at 2:00 a.m. That’s a great time.
All the great cat concertos were composed at 2:00 a.m.
- Never eat the first thing you’re offered. Stand your ground and see what else on the table. Better yet, just jump on the table and take what you want.
- In every home, there is a magical door of wonders. When you hear it open, come running and dive in. Or slip in when no one is watching. You won’t regret it.
Unless no one saw you go in and they shut the door and now you’re stuck. That’s the time to sing the song of your people. Loudly.
Honestly. Humans. Am I right?
One look at that little rodent corpse, the serene look on his face, and I knew. It was a clear case of mouse suicide.
My family lived in west Phoenix in a square cinderblock home, painted turquoise. And the thing to know about cinderblock homes, however unattractive they might appear, a splash of turquoise paint makes them nearly… less unattractive.
In any case, cinderblock keeps out rodents and reptiles, and for desert living that’s darn smart.
Although about the time I was 12-years old, my dad built a garage in our backyard.
Actually, it wasn’t so much a garage as a giant workshop/sanctuary. It took up nearly half our backyard and was made primarily of wood.
That’s when the mice moved in.
The reason we knew we had mice is that every so often, about once a week or so, we’d find one floating in Pepper’s water dish.
Pepper being our family dog.
Continue reading “The Suicidal Mice of 40th Drive”
Yesterday was Dog’s annual Day of Terror at the Vet, and I’m pleased to report she did very well. She was poked, prodded and groped, and she suffered the indignity of a thermometer up her butt with noble grace.
True, the lower half of my jeans were covered in white fur as she circled me nervously, but all in all she did a marvelous job.
Only she didn’t pee.
Since Dog is nearly 11-years old and takes arthritis meds, Vet recommends their Senior Screening: full blood work and urine analysis. Drawing the blood was a snap. The urine, not so much.
The technician came back to the room with Dog and the empty cup. “We’re hoping you’ll have better luck at home,” she told me.
My mission – should I care to accept it – is to collect urine from Dog, put it in the little screw top jar, and drive it straight to the vet because, as the tech put it, “We prefer it fresh.” Continue reading “My Day Off, Waiting for the Dog to Pee”
This last week, I lost my sunglasses. To fully understand the tragedy of this event, you must know that this was my favorite pair of sunglasses. They were stylish, lightweight, fit me perfectly, and were dark enough that if someone was talking to me, I could ignore them completely and they never knew. Oh, and they protected my eyes too.
Now they’re gone and I have to wear my back-up pair. Actually I have two back-up pairs. (I live in Phoenix, after all.) But neither pair is as nice as the pair I lost.
Well, maybe lost isn’t the correct word. I know exactly where they are.
They are wrapped in three plastic grocery bags, knotted twice, and sitting at the bottom of our garbage bin. Our outside garbage bin.
Here’s what happened …
Continue reading “Cleanliness is Next to Insanity. Also, a Review of Cat Litter.”