Category: In Which We Mock Our Pets

Well, it begins again. Gary is a big fan of the Cone of Food. Be it dogs, raccoons, or now cats, all food must be presented in a peak, a Mount Fuji of food, so the animals can munch off the tip of the cone in one bite. I complained the cone scatters too much,…

Goldie the Cat’s very favorite thing to do is to hop up in my Mom’s wheelchair and go for a ride around the house. I mean, I push the wheelchair: it’s not like he’s propelling himself around. He loves it, though. Purrs, makes biscuits, then after going a few rooms he eventually hops off.

So for the first few days, I was the chosen one. Goldie trailed around after me, not Gary. He gave me head-butts and kisses, not Gary. He slept in my bed, not Gary’s. And this was especially heady because this is not a loving cat. This has always been the cranky, snarling cat. Then he…

This year’s ornament.

So the on first night Goldie was here I eventually found him in the basement. He was next to the routers and drills, tucked into the plywood shelves we built under under the stairs. As I was extracting him I noticed what seemed like a ball of grey lint at the front of the shelf.…

Goldie the feral traveled well. He was mostly quiet, but every turn in the car was greeted with eight meows, as if to say, “Is this northwest? What’s the GPS location? Don’t go so fast: I need to write this down.” And then we got home, and everything was fine until I turned my back…

So there’s this feral cat I know, Goldie. He is a photo of him almost touching a fully clothed SLITPS in Feb 2021. By Sep 2023, he liked me enough to put his butt near my hand. I hope he likes me enough to live with me, because that’s the plan.

I think the last time Mac seemed normal was at 6 Tuesday, when he slept on my chest. Gradually over the evening he lost mental acuity. By 1 am I had entirely given up and commenced crying, and we said out goodbyes. It was sweet that he fell asleep for fifteen minutes with his face…

Dog woke up at 4:45 this morning in full Weather Alert Mode. When he does this I turn on the TV and usually find there is an impending weather situation, and I calm him down, or at least try. Today’s weather didn’t arrive until 3:30 in the afternoon, and by then the dog had stress…