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July 15, 2007

Expanding family – Eli the cat

A few weekends ago we went to a wedding reception for Sarah’s cousin. The reception was in Rhode Island and was a nice party with dancing and a live band. Madeline was getting a bit restless hanging out in her high chair during the meal so I took her for a walk outside the hotel. On driving into the hotel we had noticed the odd feature that it was surrounded on all sides by highway and had a parking lot full of RV homes. So I figured the right adventure to go on would be to figure out the story behind the RV homes. On the way to the RV homes we passed an old rusted excavator. Madeline is a big fan of the excavator because it is featured in the Roger Priddy Baby Things that Go book. We’ve had many conversations about the parts of an excavator mainly the back bucket, front shovel, cab, and the wheels. As we approached the excavator we saw some hotel workers wandering close to the woods. At first I thought they were out on a smoking break but when we got closer we could see that they were offering some cold cuts like a ritual offering in front of a lamp post that had fallen near the excavator. I asked them what they were doing and they said that they were hoping to catch the kittens living inside of the lamppost to take them to an animal shelter. Since Madeline was in her stroller I drove her up as close as possible to the lamp and we both looked inside to see if we could get a look at the baby cats. From the inside I could see the eyes of a black and white one that was interested in coming out into the open and it looked like a couple of others were cowering, more timidly, behind him. We watched for a while but given that I didn’t want Madeline to wander into the patch of poison ivy behind the kittens I kept her in her stroller. As she once again got restless I continued around the corner with her.

On the other side of hotel I figured out the reason behind the RV homes. The hotel was playing host to a Springer Spaniel conference. RVs full of spaniels getting their ears blow-dried in wrappings filled rows of parking spaces. We checked out a couple of puppy pens filled the young representatives of the breed but were disturbed by the loud sounds and smells of the many generators supplying needed power for the blow drying activities.

Upon completing our circle we returned to the hotel to reach the rotunda room where the reception was still in full swing. We told Nick the story of the kittens and the dog show and he warned us not to tell Christina since she would be likely to take the kittens home. But he told Christina for us and before we left for home after the reception we had taken two more trips to see the kittens. As we left Sarah hunted the parking lot for a barrette that Madeline had lost while Nick and Christina rounded-up three of the kittens into a box to take home to Massachusetts.

After caring for the three kittens for a few weeks they were working on plans to distribute them to loving homes. Since we knew the tuxedo kitten from our encounter at the lamppost we knew that he was the least shy of the bunch. Christina and Nick dropped him off for a few nights to see how life would be with him and Annabelle. I figured that Annabelle would be happy to have a little friend to play with to keep her occupied but Annabelle’s reaction was not so positive. She mainly hissed and growled at us and him and got into a state of feral animal-ness that was quite frightening. My thought was that if left alone with the kitten she would shred him and send back the pieces in the morning. So we tried for two days to try to manage a peace process where the kitten was to sleep in Madeline’s room with the door closed and avoid encounters with Annabelle. Unfortunately this was impossible. Madeline can open doors and likes going between rooms. Eli, the little kitten, was too curious to stay in her room if the door was open a crack. The results were some nasty scratches on Madeline who would try to pat Annabelle or pick-up Eli while Annabelle was in her feisty evil mood.

We returned Eli after a could of days of war and I figured we weren’t going to be able to make these cats live together but Sarah decided she could handle the war of the cats and he was back 48 hours after leaving to get his shots. Since his return Annabelle has stopped growling and hissing and may be on the road to accepting him as a new play mate. Madeline is not learning fast enough how not to handle him. We are having a great time playing with the new kitten though.

June 25, 2007

Laser cat entertainment

In my ongoing battle to keep Annabelle from scratching the sheets on the bed in the middle of the night I decided to take a look on the net for home laser shows. Somehow it landed me on a page for a cool military project for a laser mounted on the back of a 747 designed to shoot missiles out of the sky or turn random people into french fries from the air. Looks like fun to work on that project and I can't believe they would cut funding for a l-a-s-e-r.

Meanwhile I was looking at something more in my price range for cat entertainment. The Red Hot Laser Light Show seems to be an option but doesn't look like it will drag a pointer across the floor. There are more interesting options like the Cat's Meow which is considered a low cost option for creating a real laser show. The one pet oriented item got bad reviews from pet owners. One item that did get good reviews but not for pets was a projector showing a random moving night sky.


November 04, 2006

Dogs with blogs?

I was hunting around the web and poked onto a blog referring me to Dogster, a blogging site for pet owners. My best guess is that 95% of the dogs in the world are more popular than I am but I am not nearly as cute as a golden retreiver. This morning Annabelle decided to use my arm as a scratching post and it reminded me of the news I had seen on Thursday night when a woman had been nearly mauled to death by a bear. She was chomping down pretty deep on my wrists and I had to fight to make sure I wasn't the first casualty of 2006 from cat mauling. So our first order of the day, after eating our ritual Brueggers coffee and bagels and picking-up some lightbulbs was to purchase the Trader Joe's cat scratching cardboard with catnip in it. Annabelle seems to like it so far but she is now hiding behind the monitor waiting to pounce on my wrists as I type. I did look longingly at a weiner dog as we were walking through Coolidge Corner having learned that they were bred to chase and kill rats figuring that a dog might be less violent towards me than my dear kitten. But I do like my spunky cat.