We got new sheets today, and I wanted to put them on the bed. Peep was sleeping on the bed, already cheesed off at me for taking Robbie to the vet and coming back with a funny smell on me. I waited all afternoon, but she wouldn’t budge.
So, as Sir Thomas Malory would say, “maugre Peep’s head,” I went ahead to strip the bed and put on the new sheets. That’s what I thought I was going to do, at least. She had other ideas. And put them into practice with quite a lot of hissing.
Even with the film speeded up, the couple in this video have an easy time of it, compared to the ordeal Peep put me through today.
And guess where she is now…
I couldn’t find a picture of the cover of Oy, Rodney by Violet Crepuscular, but take it from me, it’s very similar to the one for Lord of the Tube Socks.
I read Oy, Rodney when my heel spur hurts. It’s the epic story of the romance between Lord Jeremy Coldsore and the aging but still quite homely Dame Margo Cargo, the richest widow in Scurveyshire, who is also being courted by a man who looks like Ed Begley, but isn’t. I’ve just come to the part where Lord Jeremy is discomfited by his discovery that the whole Coldsore family has been bankrupted by unwise bets on whether the Duke of Dodder will come back from the dead, once the heat dies down. He didn’t, and the noble house of Coldsore is flat broke.
Meanwhile, the vicar has peeked under his backyard plastic wading pool and gone into conniptions. We are not told what he saw.
Another mysterious character has entered the story, an American adventurer named Willis Twombley, who thinks he is Sargon of Akkad. The other characters are pretty sure he isn’t.
There are only some 400 pages left to go, and we still don’t know what Dame Margo proposes to do about her bunions. Jeremy has not yet gotten up the courage to ask for her hand in marriage. It’s exciting because it’s the only hand Dame Margo has. A goat chewed off the other one.
P. S.: Robbie went to the vet this morning for her checkup, and everything seems to be going well with her treatment. I have been careful not to let her read Oy, Rodney.
This is about as close as you’re going to come to getting a lizard to play, and I consider it cheating to put a nice, fat, tasty caterpillar inside the ball for the lizard to eat. These, by the way, are Australian bearded lizards, which have become popular pets in recent years. I don’t doubt the lizard enjoys the challenge of extracting din-din from the rolling ball, but it’s not really play as cats or dogs or birds or bunnies know it.
I’ve always wanted to have a bunny as a pet, but never managed it. Now I guess the cats would veto it. I don’t know about you, but I loved watching this little guy romp around with his ball. As much as I love them, lizards and turtles just don’t do stuff like this. It would probably be shocking if they did.
Every time I see that grey cat sleeping on the arm of the chair, I crack up. Our cat Peep likes to sleep face-down: blamed if I know how she breathes. But in this video there are cats who sleep in stranger positions than that. How do their skeletons put up with it?
Our cat Buster was a whiz at making himself disappear. And you couldn’t find him, either. Eventually you’d see him come out under the comforter on the bed, where he managed to conceal himself without making a lump in the comforter. He’s probably lucky nobody ever sat on him.
So here are cats with some creative hiding places. Looks like one of them’s a Michael Crichton fan.
Wel, i has tryed “to” joyne Auntyfa but wen I putt “on” the black Mask it Hurted my Moth Antenners somthing Awful!! But nevver mind thare is somthing Even “bettar” than Auntyfa!
I heared abote This wimmin she “is” a Jornalist a reel big one! and yiu know Waht she done?? She putted heckses on a hole Bunch of Wite Supramassists and thay All fel down and dyed!! She can done this becose Her hole fambly it is Physic! and jist Mayby she “wil” putt a hecks on Donold Trumpt and than Hillery she wil be pressadint!!!
So i am a Interllectural so i “ouhght” to Be abel to do spels and heckses tooo! I gess it work bettar “iff” yiu are A wimmin butt I “bet” al them Moth Hoarmoans thay wil reely help!! i has got a Book on Howe To cast Spels so i wil Know “howe” to doo it and frist I wil “put a”” hecks on this gye in my Dorm he is A Transfob he is awlyays saying hatful things and i wil Cast A spel to make his feeet fal offf!!! Aslo he is a Fashist becose he “dont apresiate” Auntyfa and thay wil get him iff i dont “get”” him frist!
I am So hapy i lernt abote doing heckses for Socile Juststus and i jist cant weiht to get strated!!!
Actually, what I mean here is pets that peeve us and each other. Puppies, cats, and birds can get up to some pretty creative mischief. I couldn’t call my editor the other day because some of her cats unplugged her phone. But that’s nothing, compared to what puppies can do to a phone.
Oh, well–it’s foolish, but it’s fun.
You know that funny facial expression cats make after they’ve smelled certain things? Like feet with sweaty socks on, for instance. They’re processing the aroma through a sense that we humans don’t have. Which means we are at a loss to describe it.
But it’s not all feet and socks here. Some of these cats are very definite about smells that they don’t like. And whatever was in that dish on the table, that the cat decided ought to be buried forthwith–well, it couldn’t have been good for the cook’s self-esteem, to see that.
All right, you think a sock is just a sock. The cat in this video would disagree with you. A loose sock on the floor, in his view, is on a par with a copperhead loose in the house. He must hunt it–but very, very carefully!
Note the reactions of the other two cats, who are wondering what’s up with this guy.