Tag: Cats

Another Day, Another Negative Test

That’s three days post-Covid exposure with a negative test. Let’s keep up the good work, shall we?

I ate a lot last night. I was kinda shocked at how I couldn’t stop myself. Today I had what is becoming a normal breakfast, a chicken patty and a supplemental protein bar, but I already had 50% of my liquid goal for the day before 8:00am. Is that bad? I don’t know. I hope to spread the second half of the goal out more as the day rolls on.

Music… there was no car music this morning. I have lyrics written for one song. I need at least three before driving to the movie theater parking lot is worth the effort. I hope to get to at least half of the 10 songs today so that I have a lot to do tomorrow. I want to have them all written and recorded by Tuesday. That will give me a week for leads and mixing.

As stated yesterday, the goal for today is to clean the hell out of the kitchen. Also, we put out some little catnip filled toys for the cats. I need to find them all and remove them from play. The two cats do not handle their drugs well. They get super aggressive toward each other when they are high on the ‘nip. That must be curtailed.

That’s the plan, kids. I believe today’s goals are achievable. Let’s see how it goes. Also, let’s try to watch Wakanda Forever, shall we? Yeah, happy Saturday.

I Want Another Kitty

We adopted Ms Patches in October 2010. Her name was Panache then. It took a little while for her to get used to the house. That’s okay. We had just moved in and it was taking us a little while to get used to it too.

Later, in April of 2014 we adopted a second cat. Sabrina.

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It ended very badly. We tried hard to keep the two cats separate from each other until they could get used to having the other around. We failed. We hid Sabrina in Bellana’s room. Patches would guard the door so we couldn’t get in and out of the room without her trying to get in.

On one of the first days, Patches and Sabrina came face to face and immediately hissed at each other. It was bad. After that it got worse. We made the decision to take Sabrina back to the shelter when Patches started running full speed, head first into the bedroom door. I guess she was trying to break the door down. She would hiss the whole time. She wanted to hurt Sabrina and she was going to hurt herself in the attempt. We couldn’t have that. Patches is family. Sabrina went back. It was very sad.

The kids have a new kitten at their Dad’s house. One of my co-workers just adopted a kitten too. I’m jealous. I want a second cat. By no means do I want to get rid of Patches, I just want another one.

Last time we had two females, and Patches was maybe six years old or so. I don’t remember how old Sabrina was, but she wasn’t a kitten. She was probably two or three. Patches is 12-13 now. She’s much mellower than she was in her crazy youth. Maybe if we got a kitten… a male kitten. Maybe she wouldn’t see it as a threat. Maybe she’d see it as family.

I don’t know cat psychology.

I just want a second cat.

Questions for the Universe

My wife and I were having an in depth conversation about a fascinating subject and we were left with two important questions:

  1. Do cats burp?
  2. Do cats fart?

There were two related questions along the same lines:

  1. Have you ever heard a cat burp?
  2. Have you ever heard a cat fart?

It is my belief that if our cat, Patches, does indeed fart it will likely be a very high pitched, dainty sounding fart.

Hiss

We aren’t having much luck with the whole integrating the new cat into the house thing. As I was writing the first new cat post, Jen opened up the door to leave Sabrina’s temporary room, and Patches snuck up on her. The two cats stood about three feet apart, looking each other in the eye. Sabrina started to hiss. Patches backed off a few feet and then she started hissing too. We got the door closed without further incident.

Later, we had Ms Patches locked in a bedroom so we let Ms Sabrina wander around. Where was pretty much the first place she went? Patches’ litter box. Oh good. Eventually she did a lap around the house and we got her locked up again. We were feeling confident after that.

Our luck more or less ran out though. Jen took a shift sitting with Sabrina. When she tried to leave the room, Sabrina bolted for the door. I caught her before she got out, picked her up, and placed her back on the bed. Safe. Until she bolted again and slipped out the still opened door. Again, the two kitties faced off. This time Patches didn’t back off and the two of them hissed at each other again. I had to yell to get Patches to break off. This time I managed to pick up Sabrina and get her locked away again.

I’m a little worried about how things will go tomorrow while we are at work. Will they tear through the door to get at each other?

Calm down, ladies!