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There is a leaf on our deck that has not yet been pinned down by snow and ice, so that the wind is blowing it around the deck. This is Just Too Much(tm) for Inky, who has made it his life's mission to catch that leaf. So far, he's bonked his head into the patio door four times while trying to attack.

Cute, but not too bright.
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There is a leaf on our deck that has not yet been pinned down by snow and ice, so that the wind is blowing it around the deck. This is Just Too Much(tm) for Inky, who has made it his life's mission to catch that leaf. So far, he's bonked his head into the patio door four times while trying to attack.

Cute, but not too bright.
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Last week, we had my mom over for the 4th of July (why yes, I am behind in posting, why do you ask?). This was a major accomplishment, as it required her to stand up from her wheelchair long enough to get into and out of the car. She enjoyed her excursion out of the nursing home (she's only there for physical therapy, but it's slow going and frustrating, and she feels a bit trapped). She especially enjoyed seeing her cats, who are currently taking an extended vacation at our house where they can be cuddled and played with on a more regular basis-- driving 20 minutes to her house to feed them every day was killing us.

However, she got confused about which cat was which. See, she has a black cat and a tiger-striped cat, and we have a black cat and a tiger-striped cat. The two black cats are sufficiently different that it's easy to tell Inky (her fully-black cat) from Kira (our white-pawed, white-chested black cat). But the tiger-striped cats look very much alike, especially to a woman who last saw our tiger-striped kitten when he was half the size he is now.

So, without further ado, I present a guide to the cats in our house. Fair warning, it's picture-intensive )
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Last week, we had my mom over for the 4th of July (why yes, I am behind in posting, why do you ask?). This was a major accomplishment, as it required her to stand up from her wheelchair long enough to get into and out of the car. She enjoyed her excursion out of the nursing home (she's only there for physical therapy, but it's slow going and frustrating, and she feels a bit trapped). She especially enjoyed seeing her cats, who are currently taking an extended vacation at our house where they can be cuddled and played with on a more regular basis-- driving 20 minutes to her house to feed them every day was killing us.

However, she got confused about which cat was which. See, she has a black cat and a tiger-striped cat, and we have a black cat and a tiger-striped cat. The two black cats are sufficiently different that it's easy to tell Inky (her fully-black cat) from Kira (our white-pawed, white-chested black cat). But the tiger-striped cats look very much alike, especially to a woman who last saw our tiger-striped kitten when he was half the size he is now.

So, without further ado, I present a guide to the cats in our house. Fair warning, it's picture-intensive )
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I had totally forgotten how much fun a laser pointer can be with a cat. Kira would chase it for about 15 minutes, but after a few months of playing with her she figured out where the light was coming from, and would attack your hand instead. I ended up giving the laser pointer to my mom for her two cats. That was.... three years ago?

I picked up another laser pointer for Sisko a few days ago, and he'll chase it for hours. He's always surprised when it "disappears", and when we turn it off because our fingers hurt from holding the button down for nearly an hour, he cries and hunts under all the furniture for the red dot that's gone missing.

Best of all, the longer he chases the pointer, the more he sleeps at night.
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I had totally forgotten how much fun a laser pointer can be with a cat. Kira would chase it for about 15 minutes, but after a few months of playing with her she figured out where the light was coming from, and would attack your hand instead. I ended up giving the laser pointer to my mom for her two cats. That was.... three years ago?

I picked up another laser pointer for Sisko a few days ago, and he'll chase it for hours. He's always surprised when it "disappears", and when we turn it off because our fingers hurt from holding the button down for nearly an hour, he cries and hunts under all the furniture for the red dot that's gone missing.

Best of all, the longer he chases the pointer, the more he sleeps at night.
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I've been overly quiet lately. Much has been going on at work, but I don't get to talk about that in public forums. Suffice to say, I've been kept busy with a lot of one-time stuff as we make a major move.

I also hurt my foot, and I'm not entirely certain how. I do recall dropping something on it, but the pain didn't show up until a couple days after, so I'm not convinced that it's the reason for the pain. It's an odd sort of pain-- it doesn't hurt to walk on it, but it does hurt to wear shoes. There are two tender spots, both on the top of the foot, so as long as I'm barefoot or in socks or otherwise don't have anything pressing against the tender spots, I'm fine. Unfortunately, I live in Michigan and it's January, so walking around barefoot outside the house is out of the question. Fortunately, my office attire need not include shoes, so I only have to deal with the pain for about a half-hour or so as I drive between locations. I'm substitute-teaching for my clogging class tomorrow, though, and that ought to be very interesting. I suspect I will start taking the pain pills on the way down to the class so that they're already in my system by the time I start dancing.

On the home front, we got a new kitten. It's a compromise of sorts-- I really wanted another dog, but John has a point when he says that a dog makes our upcoming travel plans much harder to deal with. And neither of us thought that Kira, our older cat, would accept another older cat. Hence, a kitten. Although we didn't have a Star Trek naming scheme originally, Jim's insistence that we did (and his "following" our theme by naming his kittens Dax and Vash) made it true, so the kitten's name is "Sisko". Except when it's "kitten" (said in a high-pitched "there you are!" kind of tone) or "No!" (said entirely too frequently).

Picture! )

Kira was much more tolerant of him than we expected in the beginning. We were braced for a major war while they established who was to be dominant. To help Kira out a bit, we put a bell on the kitten so she'd always know where he was. They never had the major war, but the downside is that they still haven't gotten to like each other much. Kira growls whenever Sisko gets near, and the growl turns to a hiss if he doesn't back off. In return, Sisko jumps on her and bites her neck. This behavior is a major reason why he thinks his name is "No!"

But once in a while, when they're both tired, they'll declare a short truce:



So there's hope for peace in the household, it's just been slow in coming.
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I've been overly quiet lately. Much has been going on at work, but I don't get to talk about that in public forums. Suffice to say, I've been kept busy with a lot of one-time stuff as we make a major move.

I also hurt my foot, and I'm not entirely certain how. I do recall dropping something on it, but the pain didn't show up until a couple days after, so I'm not convinced that it's the reason for the pain. It's an odd sort of pain-- it doesn't hurt to walk on it, but it does hurt to wear shoes. There are two tender spots, both on the top of the foot, so as long as I'm barefoot or in socks or otherwise don't have anything pressing against the tender spots, I'm fine. Unfortunately, I live in Michigan and it's January, so walking around barefoot outside the house is out of the question. Fortunately, my office attire need not include shoes, so I only have to deal with the pain for about a half-hour or so as I drive between locations. I'm substitute-teaching for my clogging class tomorrow, though, and that ought to be very interesting. I suspect I will start taking the pain pills on the way down to the class so that they're already in my system by the time I start dancing.

On the home front, we got a new kitten. It's a compromise of sorts-- I really wanted another dog, but John has a point when he says that a dog makes our upcoming travel plans much harder to deal with. And neither of us thought that Kira, our older cat, would accept another older cat. Hence, a kitten. Although we didn't have a Star Trek naming scheme originally, Jim's insistence that we did (and his "following" our theme by naming his kittens Dax and Vash) made it true, so the kitten's name is "Sisko". Except when it's "kitten" (said in a high-pitched "there you are!" kind of tone) or "No!" (said entirely too frequently).

Picture! )

Kira was much more tolerant of him than we expected in the beginning. We were braced for a major war while they established who was to be dominant. To help Kira out a bit, we put a bell on the kitten so she'd always know where he was. They never had the major war, but the downside is that they still haven't gotten to like each other much. Kira growls whenever Sisko gets near, and the growl turns to a hiss if he doesn't back off. In return, Sisko jumps on her and bites her neck. This behavior is a major reason why he thinks his name is "No!"

But once in a while, when they're both tired, they'll declare a short truce:



So there's hope for peace in the household, it's just been slow in coming.

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