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Animals, Photos
Cobra cats collect corpses
11.05.10 | Permalink | Comment?

Holly and I just returned from taking the new kitty (still no name for her) to the vet to have her poop analyzed and get some de-worming pills, and when we returned I found what you see in the above image. At first I thought it was a tiny baby mouse, then I noticed a pile of mouse bits about five feet away from the mouse. I picked it all up and headed downstairs to toss the carcass outside. On my way past the living room I noticed the below image, and started figuring out what had happened.

Clearly I hadn’t found a baby mouse, but rather the head of a full sized mouse which had been brought upstairs as a trophy. I’m thinking Shakespeare was the lucky killer. Oliver just plays with mice according to Holly, and this one was completely mamed.
Animals, Life, Photos
Cobras are at Cat-pacity
11.03.10 | Permalink | 1 Comment

Tonight, Holly took Roan and I out for dinner at the mall food court (we’re classy like that). After we ate I took Roan to the Humane Society Adoption Center while Holly wandered over to Cole’s for some new books. When we got inside the area with all the cats, I immediately went on a tortie hunt. I found one beautiful tortie, and two really cute calicoes. Unfortunately the tortie was a moody bitch, and the calicoes were just as shy as Tabbouleh so I didn’t play with them much at all.

Holly came in and right away spotted the lovely lady above. She was sleeping peacefully on the couch, and felt impossibly soft. She fell in love right away, and 20 minutes later we were buying a new litter box and smuggling the new cat into our bedroom. We’ve got to rename her yet. Her name is currently Arabelle. I’m pushing for D’argo, but Holly says she can’t have a boy’s name.

She’s definitely a cuddler. She wasn’t home five minutes and was already rubbing faces with all of us, and lying next to Holly on the bed. When we brought Tabbouleh home, she hid under the bed for a week. She only recently (after a year of me pampering her) got comfortable enough to come on the bed while one of us is in it. This new cat has already stolen my spot, and claimed it with a fart in Holly’s face.

I stole this picture from the HS site because I can’t seem to get a good photo of her pretty blue eyes. I’m glad I’ll have a new friend to hang with while Holly and the boys are gone. Hopefully all the others get along with her when we start to introduce them.

Anyone have name suggestions?
Animals, Photos
Jailhouse kitties
10.16.10 | Permalink | Comment?

Both these kitties came from the Niagara Falls Humane Society. Both are fucking adorable.

If you aren’t currently at your home’s cat capacity you should probably go adopt one of your own. There is always a ton of cute cats that need good homes and people to love them.
Animals, Photos, Video
Monty Memorial Velocipede viewing
10.03.10 | Permalink | Comment?

On top of celebrating last weekend, there was also some mourning of a friend lost. Anyone who knows the man above also knows his best friend and inseparable counterpart for the last decade or so was the world’s most impressive canine – Monty. I lived with Monty and Ryan for a little while, and I grew very attached to both.

Unfortunately Ryan was forced to make the decision last Saturday to go ahead and have Monty put down. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been. We waited to visit with him on Sunday, as I’m sure he wasn’t in the best of moods Saturday. Holly and I met him for breakfast at Chew Chews, then afterwards hung out for a little bit and chatted.

Before we left, Ryan was kind enough to demonstrate his new found skills on a penny farthing. He’s had this bike on loan from a friend who isn’t tall enough to ride it, for about a month or so. He offered to let me try it (as it’s meant for someone around our height), but I figured I’d probably fall off or hit one of the closely parked cars in front of his house.
Animals, Photos
Missed Mister
10.03.10 | Permalink | Comment?

Monty was the best dog friend a person could ask for. When I lived with him, he would always come sit and play video games, or be up for a game of butt-shark (this is where I’d ride around our apartment on a miniature bicycle while he tried to nip my butt with his teeth) whenever I wanted. He was always well behaved, and always great fun.

He will be missed by many and I doub’t anyone will ever forget him.

Hopefully wherever he is they have plenty of concrete and pavement to poop on.
Animals, Video
Cobra cats capture invading rats
09.23.10 | Permalink | Comment?

Well mice actually. This morning around 2:30 am, I woke up to a noise I thought was something stuck in the fan (it was rhythmic, and seemed to be the same tone and length every time). I couldn’t see anything and decided to not bother Holly (who hasn’t been feeling well) by turning the light on. I tried to go back to sleep. After about fifteen minutes of lying there Holly sat up and I asked her if she knew what that sound was. She identified it right away as Oliver’s usual “Look what I caught!” noise, then put a pillow over her face (she can embalm a corpse that’s been rotting for days, but can’t bare to look at a mouse in her house?).

I jumped up, grabbed my camera and chased the cats down to the main floor. Oliver ran into Gage’s room and laid in a pile of his clothes. I got him to move into the kitchen, then opened the front door and picked him up (I would have grabbed him sooner, but I was worried that when I did, he’d drop it and it would take off). Usually when he goes outside he freezes and meows in terror. I set him down, turned on the camera and sure enough the little bastard tried to take off on me. I stopped recording and grabbed him. Once I had a hold of him, I shook him a little and he loosened his grip. I picked him up again and shook him a little more, and he dropped it. As soon as it hit the ground the mouse took off running. I wasn’t sure it was still alive, and it might not be anymore. I did notice however that the mouse pooped in Oliver’s mouth while I was picking him up. Gross.
Animals, Food, Photos
Cobra cats cause cobra confusion
09.01.10 | Permalink | Comment?

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.
Animals, Photos
Cobra cuddlers
08.23.10 | Permalink | Comment?

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.
Animals, Video
Cobra cats play catch
08.13.10 | Permalink | Comment?

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!
Animals, Video
Aquacat
08.13.10 | Permalink | Comment?

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.