The other morning I woke up and found the cats had opened the cupboard and dragged their bag of food out. This has happened a couple times before, but this time I was amazed. They literally got the bag out and dragged it at least six feet away, then chewed a hole big enough to fit their heads through, all without tipping it over. The other thing I couldn’t understand was why they didn’t eat the kibbles that spilled out during the dragging process. There was a sparse trail showing the path they took, but none of them touched any of those.
I’m thinking Tabbouleh was the mastermind. Although we all know Kanika is the queen of cupboard cat burgling.
Even though he’s got the black-cat-asshole gene and constantly beats on Kanika whenever she breathes, Shakespeare can be a cuddly little cobra cat. Today I went downstairs to get a drink and saw these two jail house lovers laying together at the top of the stairs.
By taking a picture I broke the whole session up, but it was worth it. I wish there was more natural light upstairs, the cats always seem to do the cutest things where there is the least light. Or maybe I just need to learn how to use a camera better.
A few weeks ago we bought our cats a harness. Two of the four love it, the others are terrified. Shakespeare loves it, and he loves chasing apples if you throw them. I set up my camera hoping to catch the act of me throwing the apple, and him chasing, but my angle wasn’t wide enough and the apples are the same colour as the grass.
I wanted to add the Benny Hill theme to this clip, but I can’t seem to edit any video on my laptop, and I refuse to invest the time in figuring it out on another machine. So, imagine the Benny Hill theme as you watch. Enjoy!
I’ve come to the conclusion that Shakespeare is not only obsessed with water, but also an asshole. He loves the sink and the shower (sorry, no clip of us in the shower), and just recently he discovered the aquarium. Last night, Holly and I were relaxing, shooting zombies, when we heard the fish pump making a weird noise. We looked over and saw Shakespeare with his paw in the tank, swatting at fish. I ran upstairs and grabbed my camera, but by the time I got back down he had moved on from torturing fish, to drinking their home. He did dunk his paw back in a few times in this clip, but I really wish I had of caught him on camera right when he started. It was like a kid splashing in puddles after the rain.
Today I turned the water on for Kanika (she likes to drink out of there) and Shakespeare busted in and stole her spot. I noticed he wasn’t only drinking the water, but also letting it run down the side of his face. I went downstairs and found my camera, hoping he would still be doing it when I got back. He was. I think he’d have spent all afternoon there if I hadn’t have turned off the faucet. To be honest, I could have watched him do it all afternoon, but I felt bad about wasting so much water.
Who would have thought a black cat could be so effin’ cute. Certainly not this cobra.
Last night I went to go hangout with my friend Dave and play some games (that’s code for smoke a joint). As soon as I sat down on his couch, Bruce climbed up on my lap and started being all cute. I pulled out my camera to get a photo, but the bastard moves too fast, and I decided to go for a video instead. I swapped the audio out with another free “Youtube song” that I felt was appropriate since mine and Dave’s conversation was not only really boring, but also top secret.
Unfortunately Bruce wasn’t expecting me, so he wasn’t sporting his manly muscle shirt, or his classy cardigan. I told Dave he looks like Bat Boy sometimes, and Dave said he reminds him of the cat people from Sleepwalkers. I think both are true.
Last week, Tabbouleh wasn’t acting like normal so Holly and I took her to see the vet. They said she was sick for sure, and appears to have herpes (probably from when she was young) but there seems to be more wrong. She’s vomiting a lot, and barely eating. She sits with her head hovering over the water dish (or sometimes in, as seen above) and has very little energy. They gave us antibiotics, and they seem to have helped a bit, but I’m worried it’s something worse. The vet said she could have any number of life threatening diseases that might have sat dormant until something triggered it. She seems to get better, then worse, then better again. She still barely eats, and she moves at only a walking pace (unless I’m chasing her down to give her medicine).
We decided to get Tabbouleh a variety of foods to maybe appeal to her more, but nothing seemed to work. While at the pet store, we picked up a harness and leash so Roan could take Shakespeare outside. That lasted a few minutes, Shakespeare pretty much just froze, and Roan got bored.
Kanika was also a little freaked out by the harness, but at least went and explored a little. Eventually she found a spot she really liked, and was loving it outside. Oliver hated every second of it, and cried until we took him inside. I’m hoping when Tabbouleh gets better she likes it, but I’m still kind of doubtful she’s on the mend.
Last night I went outside for a moment, and noticed a massive pile of ants on the back patio. We don’t own Raid© so normally Holly will pour a pot of boiling water on them. I figured if I was going to commit insect genocide, I might as well do it with some pizzazz. I grabbed the camera and lighter fluid, and one minute and ten seconds later I not only had the infestation issue solved, but also a nice warm snack.
Originally I was going to post the video with it’s natural soundtrack, but the crackling of souls is deafening. I then attempted to overdub some Bon Jovi, but quickly aborted when I realized it was more effort than 5 clicks on youtube. I decided to go with the free easy stuff that is catalogued over on youtube, and chose a track based on two criteria: no lyrics, relevant name.
So please enjoy these horribly violent images, and the musical styling of two random dudes who could very well be ant rights activists but because they named their free song on youtube “Into the Flames 2″, they are now part of the global ant roasting machine.
*Disclaimer*
No ants were hurt during the filming of this production – they had their souls incinerated on a sub-molecular level, which I assume is painless.
Last night Mary and her friend Meagan came by for a few back patio beers. Shortly before it started getting dark we decided to all head over to Roan’s school and have a friendly soccer match. Just as we were leaving, Lesley showed up with her parent’s puppies and was dragged along to the school where I forced her to film the beginning of our match.
The teams were Roan, Gage, Holly, Meagan, and Kyle (the boys friend’s neighbour) vs. Me, Mary, Ashton, and Cameron (Kyle’s brother). Ashton and I each scored goals, and Cameron got two. It still wasn’t enough though, as Gage scored like 3 or 4 goals himself and his team (Portugal) pulled off a 5-4 victory in overtime.
Roan got injured early on, suffering a shoe to the tail bone, resulting in him being sidelined for the remainder of the game. When it got too dark (and just before I had a heart attack) we called the game, and everyone named Mary the M.V.P. after numerous diving saves, and having the wind knocked out of her after a 3 man collision in her box (that sounds dirty).
We all had tons of fun (with the exception of Roan), and will hopefully do it again. Hopefully not too soon however, as my legs and hips are killing me today.
Last week we had a scare when Kanika got a sudden massive respiratory infection and didn’t eat or drink for days. We took her to the emergency clinic one night, and they assured us she’d be fine after getting some antibiotics and a subcutaneous shot of liquids to help hydrate her. We took her home and isolated her in our room, but the next day she seemed worse. She still wouldn’t eat, and she hadn’t taken a drink on her own yet. We called Lesley and she told us to take Kanika back to the hospital and have her put on IV fluids overnight to ensure she was getting proper nourishment. The next morning Holly called and was told Kanika was looking much better.
That evening, shortly before leaving to pick her up, the hospital called to say she was again doing worse and would once again need to spend the night and remain on IV liquids. We were starting to get really worried, but the next day she came home. Once again quarantined in our room, she seemed a thousand times better. She had a bandage on her paw from the IV (which Holly and I both swear we were told to leave on, but apparently it was supposed to be removed) which was too tight and made her paw swell up, as you can see above.
I’m happy to say that after plenty of car rides, about $800, and a whole lot of emotional outbursts, she is now pretty much back to her old self in every way. As soon as her arm patch grows back, you’ll never be able to tell she was sick.
Look at us. Able to provide for our cats, even in an unexpected emergency. Who would have ever thought we could manage such a task?
Hiss! Hiss! Hooray!