
This afternoon we attended a birthday party for a little friend of ours who just turned one. From there, we brought home a cute, little, flower party hat. David discovered later that it fit our newest family member just right. I'm not sure that Gandalf was too happy, but it created roitous amusement for us. And he is wiry enough, that he soon got revenge. David felt rather badly about having so many pictures of Gandalf and not so many of WOLBI, so he had a charming little photo session with her the other day. She is definitely the perfect cat: calm, quiet, not rambunctious.
You can tell your kitten is becoming a cat when you come home to find him in rather compromising positions, with a stuffed snow leopard. How do you talk to your kits about "the wild thing"? Well, with this one, we don't. Instead, we scheduled him to be neutered. He'll have a local anesthetic. But we have friends who did it farm style: stuck their rambunctious tom in a boot, did the procedure quickly and staunched the bleeding. His "mom" said he was purring a few minutes later! This is proof that kittens have almost no memory. The word NO means nothing to them, even if it is followed by a cuff upside the head, or box in the rear, or a toss across the room, name calling, stomping or any other "disciplinary" efforts... Don't worry, our parenting theories for cats vs. humans are entirely different. Feel free to dispense advice. I'll feel obligated to prove it won't work.
I'm afraid he'll be the death of WOLBI. She doesn't purr as often as she used to. And her hair is grayer than ever. Her ninth life is undoubtedly more tortured than we thought it would be...
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So, when do we see pix of WOLBI?
Of course, you could ask Papa or Shan about attempting a *boot* fix on a cat...david and I spent a while at Dairy Queen while they terrorized a cat! Think Papa has scars...
By the way, did you get the email with pix from here?
mama, the middle picture is of WOLBI. David's "photo session" consisted of only 2 pictures. The other one is virtually the same, you just can't see her face real well.
~d, even david, who scorns dogs, is willing to admit that they're much more trainable. right now, we are feeling rather livid with "buttmunch" because he's progressively shredding our new rice paper shades. after the first incident the new rule was to keep the study door closed to keep him out, but someone (probably me) forgot to shut it, and he got to it again. AARGH! With a dog we could've just put his nose to it and told him no. But Gandalf, he'd just think we were inviting him to shred it further. Not that we want a dog...
I realized after I wrote the 1st time, and enlarged the pix, that the middle one was of good old WOLBI....gotta love that cat!
As for Gandalf...um....they do sell pet cages!
The cage worked great when I got Shadow and knew that with me working at the library she would be *home alone*. I highly recommend them!
Since when did David begin to dislike dogs? That's so sad...Come to think of it, there was D-O'gee and Espresso....
Your cats are truly adorable! They remind me of the beautiful gray cat we had growing up - Miss Bianca. Now that you mention the no memory thing, it makes sense. I remember my Mom squirting her with water nearly every day to get her to quit hanging on the screen door.
Thanks for coming to Karis' shindig. I'm glad the party hat could be put to such good use. :-)
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