note to self: keep at least one paper plate in the rabbit cage at all times
November 30, 2005 l Leave a Comment
Rex loves it.
The other morning, I was serving them their salad; the veggies are mixed together on a paper plate, dumped into the rabbits’ dish, and then the plate is typically used to divvy out the cats’ food. Well, on this particular morning the rabbits were very demanding at breakfast time, and I ended up tossing the plate in their with the salad still on it (I was in a rush, I’m not normally such a lazy mom)
Well, for the rest of the day, Rex played with the plate. He slept on the plate. He carted the plate around the cage with him. He put his front paws on it and slid it around the cage. And when the day was done, he ripped it into little pieces.
A new toy that’s fun and cheap - what could be better?
another nail in the coffin of dog ownership
November 26, 2005 l Leave a Comment
My aunt, uncle, and cousin came down from Vermont for Thanksgiving, along with their small mixed-breed dog, Spike. Overall, he is a sweet, mellow, and very well behaved little gentlemen, but to be fair to the cats, we kept him gated off in the reading room and hallway. Miko does not like dogs at all, so she avoided that area of the house completely. Scully investigated a little, but so much as a glance from Spike sent her slinking away.
Stephanie, on the other hand, was quite bold. This is nothing new for Steph - she insists on showing affection to an old, cantankerous ex-feral who would much prefer to be left alone. Left to her own devices, Stephanie would quickly prove the old adage: “curiosity killed the cat”.
This morning, Spike was hanging down the hall with the boys in Stephen’s room. Stephanie, as she had done before while the dog was outside for walks, jumped over the 2 1/2 foot high pen and started sniffing around. She sniffed right up to Stephen’s bedroom door. And I don’t know who got spooked first, but there was a sudden scrambling of eight legs as Stephanie tore down the hallway with Spike right on her heels, followed by a *crash* as she ran headfirst into the exercise pen.
Scared witless, she continued to ram the pen, puffed up to nearly twice her size and hissing breathlessly. Spike had lost whatever interested he had, and I think he was just as scared of the crazed cat as she was of him.
All of this happened in the span of about ten seconds. Mom swooped in to pick up the dog, and I grabbed the terrified cat. She clung to me for a good five minutes, then ran into my room and hid behind her sister. She’ll probably be sore for a day or so. And I don’t imagine she’ll be going near a dog anytime soon.
am I crazy? i think so…
November 25, 2005 l Leave a Comment
Those are the pets’ stockings, hung this past week. From left to right: Beeper, Scully, Miko, Stephanie, Rex, Peanut, and of course, the mice Chuck and Martin.
Their stocking stuffers should be arriving today, along with the gifts for Christine’s pets. I may have gone off the deep end, but I am thoroughly enjoying it.
Prayer of St. Basil the Great
November 20, 2005 l 1 Comment
The earth is the Lord’s and the fulness thereof.
O God, enlarge within us the sense of fellowship with all living things, our brothers the animals to whom Thou gavest the earth as their home in common with us.
We remember with shame that in the past we have exercised the high dominion of man with ruthless cruelty so that the voice of the earth, which should have gone up to Thee in song has been a groan of travail.
May we realize that they live not for us alone, but for themselves and for Thee and that they love the sweetness of life even as we, and serve Thee better in their place than we in ours.
Amen.
