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I see this thing in the store, think “hey, the cats would love this!” get it and then realize I’ve brought home a noise maker.
Good news, is yes, Kira does indeed love it.
And eventually, like the two (at this point) squeaking mice her grandmother has bought her, she will eventually rip the guts out of this as well and it will quit making noise.
Until then, the OAM will just have to roll his eyes, sigh and bitch about the noise. :)
Got a better close up of the fever fur tonight when he was begging for yogurt. All that dark fur on his face used to be completely dark, just like his nose still is. Just weirds me out. :)
He’s been turned into a cat toy. I kept the Menace away as long as I could. But I came home and found him on the floor. So sad.
I have been noticing the last few days that Caliban has a salt & pepper muzzle lately. He’s not even 5 so it isn’t old age.
Upon doing some quick internet research (you know – browsing forums of people who know just as little about the topic as I do), it seems that there is a common thread in human slaves who have had their Siamese overlords turn salt and pepper as well. After illnesses, especially ones they took medication to fix, their fur can go salt and pepper but will turn back dark eventually. The pointed Siamese can get what is called “fever fur.” Maybe all Siamese can, but there were more references to the pointed ones, specifically.
He did just get over a cold when he was sneezing all over everything all day long. No antibiotics, but he did take antihistamines for a week.
Caliban is always digging under blankets, snuggling up to the warmest body part he can find…So I thought maybe I’d try getting him a sweater to keep him warm.
He even looks retro-stylish.
Okay, maybe it makes him look a bit chubby.
He really didn’t like it much. He spent the first 5 minutes of having it on trying to back out of it.
Then, every time he’d come over to rub against my legs, he’d stop 2 inches shy, like he had lost his ability to judge distance. And of course, the evil sweater threw him completely off balance and made it impossible to walk without staggering and bracing himself against a wall.
I know cats’ fur is supposed to be pretty sensory. But I never heard of anything but whiskers messing with balance. I think he’s overreacting…
Full screen this at least for the first couple minutes and the last couple for the video portions. Once it moves into stills, my screen gets kind of blocky.
And yeah, the website and the producers thereof are wackadoos, but the birds are pretty.
Such idiots. The sound of crinkling plastic wakes you up first. Then loud licking. And you think, “surely he’ll stop soon. How long can a cat lick a plastic bag with no flavor?” (The answer is apparently: for hours) But before you can test that thought, the second one starts in by chewing on anything cardboard. Or paper. Or anything else she can get her teeth around. And then the first idiot snorts because he’s snuffled plastic bag over his nose.
Lick, lick, chew, thump, rip, snorfle-snort, lick, lick…
So. I guess it’s time to get up.
She did this for at least 30 minutes. Thank goodness Shannon is willing to work the red dot for her for that long. :)
I briefly thought about getting this for the brats. Then I realize it would end up in a heap on the floor in about 5 minutes as Kira climbed to the top and Caliban followed her up and tried to squeeze his fat butt into the same cubby with her. Two cats in the top is probably enough weight for the whole thing to rip and fall down. Or snap the over the door hanger.
They just don’t make stuff for real sized cats. I’ve never had cats who would fit in this thing. Kira is the only one who is light enough to use something like this.
So instead, I got them a tunnel. With fun things on the end like fabric ties and a feather to destroy.