As it’s going to be unseasonably warm this week I was thinking of nice things for the cats to help keep them cool
I decided to try putting catnip in small ice cube trays adding enough water on top to make it an ice cube
Stupidly I put this concoction in round puck shaped ice cube trays, making it perfect for G to fish out if the bowl and send skidding across the floor – hotly pursued by 8kg of cat who would then attacks anything that it ends up under
Then when he gets bored he Santeros away leaving g a soggy mush of catnip in a puddle of melted ice cube… this was a very bad idea
(Photo that seems to be on so many sites in various memes it’s utterly unclear of its origins despite the watermark – via google)
Today was going to be a really productive day, I was going to do all my work stuff efficiently and with a smile, get on top of the laundry, properly backup all the photos that I’ve just dumped on facebook and make some handmade cards – despite the fact I’ve missed the date to post them by to have any hope of them arriving on time. Then I was going to have a nice dinner and a organised yet relaxing evening
None of that really happened so far, however I did manage to tread in a nugget of cat poo that someone had deposited at the top of the stairs
Repeated foot scrubbings later I could still smell it, so I gave up and had another shower, managed to hurt my neck by standing on one leg in the shower trying to smell the foot to see if it was less offensive, deemed it was, walked out of the shower and realised the entire damn house smelt of cat poo as the monsters had respectively done a GIANT poo in the upstairs AND downstairs toilets
Which makes today’s entry in the mental gratitude journal read along the lines of “I am absolutely positive that I trod in cat poo”
Dreamcatchers look pretty and the Native American idea behind them is evocative – that the dreamcatchers would catch and filter out all bad dreams, leaving only the good one to enter our heads.
I have a traditional style dreamcatcher – as oppose to the over commercialised and garish coloured one that are much easier to buy in this country, it was hard to find and replaced one that I bought in New Mexico but transpired to not survive my nomadic lifestyle
Unfortunately the cats decided it looked like a toy, so the broken pieces are in a box and I rely on the cats to eat the bad dreams.
All of the fuss over vaccinations is proving interesting reading – partly as a co-worker is anti-everything to the point where he is declining conventional treatment on his son’s severely club feet but mostly because G declined to have his booster shots on Monday.
When I say declined what I should say is G turned into a demon from Hell and shredded everyone who came near him – including a rather butch female nurse. Despite having sat peacefully on the table whilst he was checked over – including teeth and heart, he objected vigorously to anyone coming near with him holding a needle.
Long story short, G was not vaccinated but I did get strongly advised to go to Accident & Emergency and was even given a letter to take with me in order to get some antibiotics.
I didn’t go to A&C, TCP fixes most things, because the universe has a sense of irony G’s new cat toy arrived today – a Yeowww! Heart Attack toy. Perhaps he can maim that rather than me…
It has been a while since I bought the cats a completely new toy, as oppose to replacing one they already had, liked and had destroyed.
Buying them new toys is a little tricky as I’d fussy about avoiding cheap made in sweatshop crap and won’t buy anything containing anything less than decent grade catnip that I can smell myself.
G likes catnip and soft things that he can carry around whilst mewing plaintively for attention despite being adored and doted on more than most children.
F doesn’t really do toys, this may or may not be due to G’s view that everything is his. Unlike his sibling F doesn’t respond to catnip very much, instead he gets high on carrots – which looks as weird as it sounds.
I was getting desperate for a new toy and saw the Petstages Whirly Gig, it seemed expensive at £4 for a small bit of plastic. However some of the Petstages stuff has been rather good and there really was nothing else worth having in the store.
Got it home and quickly ascertained that it didn’t really work on carpet – but works a treat on the kitchen floor. Both cats love it, they bat it like crazy and a strategically placed kitchen towel has prevented it from living permanently under the fridge.
If only G would stop sitting on it when his sibling tries to play…
I get my news from a number of sources as it is amazing how different outlets can treat the same story with such differing perspectives and how some stories can fly under the radar of 92% of outlets only to be centre stage on the couple which do cover it.
The Guardian article on cats against feminism could politely be called very cheap and easy journalism. It consisted of taking pictures of cats with captions from other parts of the internet (possibly entirely from wehuntedthemammoth) and giving a teeny tiny bit of commentary to explain why there were cat pictures.
(From the Guardian article linked above, possibly originally from the Mammoth people also linked above)
It was like Lolcats without my virus checker sticking massive warnings over the page warning about dodgy links or adverts or something generally bad.
It made me wonder if there was any fun feminist nail art out there, so I looked and this is what I found:
I am not sure why we have this Micropet, who is apparently called Kudo.
Apparently Micropets are supposed to respond to voice commands, as far as I can tell they beep randomly, their eyes flash and they move clumsily when they feel like it. I can’t swear that this is all they do, but this is definitely all they do once a cat has gripped them firmly by the head and is shaking them violently.