The cow above lives right around the corner from my sleep doctor's office. More cows from the Austin Cow Parade appear in the video. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DMW81fSPSOQ
In Part 1 of Cat Talking, I conceded that, although it's been scientifically demonstrated that people who talk to their pets--anthropomorphize--are more intelligent than those who don't, I might not be quite so smart as other pet talkers. In fact, I admitted my IQ might be three points below that of the sea sponge. For … Continue reading Cat Talking, Part 2
An article posted on Facebook--my chief source of information these days--states that people who talk to their pets are smarter than those who don't. This is not news. We pet owners have always known we're more intelligent than the rest of the population. If the rest of the population didn't know this, that wasn't our … Continue reading Cat Talking
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William visited the vet Monday to assess the efficacy of the weight loss program he began in December. Before continuing, I'll note the difference between this visit and the one last December: On Monday, David took William for his checkup, and a good time was had by all. In December, I took him, and he bit … Continue reading Just Enough
While we're on the subject, I'll add this picture, taken the first night David's chair was in our living room. Sometimes, one chair is big enough for both.
I swear I did not plan this, because where cats are involved, no one can plan anything, but-- I had just published the preceding post and turned off my laptop when William walked over and looked at the chair and then looked at me. I spread out his blanket. He jumped up and settled in for the … Continue reading Bedtime at the Davis Home
David has a new recliner. I have a new recliner, too, but I am a mean, contemptible battleaxe and I do not share. (I do put a blanket on my chair and tuck William in at night. Ernest won't share David's chair, either.)
William bit me at the vet, Didn't like the aide's assistance, Used his claws and fangs to set On the path of most resistance. Say I'm teary, say I'm mad, Say that pills and needles hit me, Say my arm's inflamed, and add, William bit me. *** Jane Carlyle, wife of philosopher Thomas Carlyle, … Continue reading William Bit Me
Today I’m at Writing Wranglers and Warriors with a post about weight management, not really about cats. Unless you’d rather read about cats, and then it’s about them. Either way, there’s something IMPORTANT about midway down, and that’s the truth.
At the outset, this post contains no advice at all, just what I’ve heard, and it will look like it’s about my cat (again), but it’s actually about weight management. But to get to the heart of the matter, we’ll have to go through the cat.
William is on a diet. He’s nine years old and it’s past time for him to take off the weight I’ve allowed him to put on. I want to prevent diabetes and all the ills the older cat is often heir to.
The vet advised me how I might begin, but with two cats, it’s difficult. I can’t isolate him because he wouldn’t eat without Ernest eating first, and isolation brings the risk of his clawing a hole in the door. With cats, you don’t close doors, period. And the last time William and Ernest were separated for any length of time, William stopped…
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A fellow writer said the posts that get the most positive reactions on his blog are pictures of his dog. He thinks dog pictures make readers happy and so they like him. I don't have a dog, but I want to make you happy, and I want you to like me, so I'll do the best I … Continue reading Are You Happy Yet?
In the previous post, I announced my intention to get up, go to BookPeople, write for an hour on a project of not-email and not-post (because Ramona DeFelice Long told me to), and get off the laptop by 7:00 p.m. Here's how the day went. At 8:00 a.m., I discovered Ernest experiencing grave digestive problems … Continue reading My Writing Writing Writing Day: Yeah, Right
"That cat will write her autograph all over your leg if you let her." ~ Samuel L. Clemens - from memoirs of Clemens' secretary Mary Howden which were published in New York Herald, December 13, 1925 It is 3:30 a.m. I stayed up working on a website for a friend. Then I replied to some … Continue reading All Over Your Leg
Have I mentioned that I can open a locked 1977 Chevy Malibu with a large paperclip in under a minute? And a locked 1977 Buick LeSabre with a metal coat hanger in under thirty seconds? That's if the metal hanger is coated with plastic and if you discount the time it takes to go into … Continue reading The Trees, the Birds, and the Patio
As you know if you saw our last post, our Christmas tree has been the subject of intense, but not unexpected, conflict. As soon as the tree lit up, so did William and Ernest. William had to be physically restrained from chewing on the lights. The next morning found the tree lying on its side … Continue reading A Davis Christmas 2009: Compromise