Is it wrong to out your cat?

I mentioned earlier that my cat sleeps on a pile of purses in my closet. This might lead you to suspect what I've known all along, that my Mau is gay. (All together now folks, "Not that there's anything wrong with that.")

But rather than discuss his fondness for baby carrots and tufu, or he complete lack of sexual interest in Dulce, his beard wife, I'll just post actual photographic evidence.


It's ok, Mau. We all know, and we all accept you.

Well, HELLO and GOOD MORNING to you too.

"What the hell?" said Nick.

Something large and furry stepped on my face, danced around on my hair on the pillow, finally coming to a rest with a wiggling, full body cuddle between Nick and I.

Two facts registered through the sleep fog.
It was three AM, and this was NOT Luca.



I opened my eyes and thought fast.


My bed? Check.

My house? Check.

My dog? No.


Somehow the neighbor's dog Kylie (yeah, that Kylie) had gotten in. Perhaps we left the door open, but Kylie is one hell of a smart dog and it wouldn't surprise me if she figured out how to open our kitchen door.
As Nick escorted her out, and Luca hovered nervously, no doubt worried that his friend's bad behavior might reflect on him, I searched for the Dulce and Mau. (Kylie's a sweetheart, and I would have let her stay, but she has a hard time resisting the urge to chase the cats.)

I found Mau in his new favorite perch, sleeping on a stack of purses in the closet. He only bothered to open one eye to view all the chaos. I expected to find Dulce clinging to the ceiling, but luckily she was only mildly ruffled by the tornado of dog that had blown through.



As we all dropped back into bed, Nick said, "sorry," assuming he'd left the door ajar earlier. But as he and Luca and I all melted into a sleepy pile with Dulce on top like a cherry, all I could do was smile.

In 50 words or less.....

DayDreamer's husband, The Scientist, says that he read that if you say more than 50 words an hour to your cat, you're crazy.

I say that if you stick to the same 50, and just repeat them, you're ok. If you limit your vocab to 50, then you're obviously not seeking the answer to life's mysteries, you're just chatty.

Right?


I counted, and I can say pretty much everything I need to say to my cats in a mere 17 words. No really. I counted. (And alphabetized.)

1. a
2. aren’t
3. come
4. Dulce/Mau
5. here
6. hungry
7. in
8. kittykins
9. lap
10. little
11. mama’s
12. my
13. pretty/handsome
14. scratchy-scratch
15. tuna
16. want
17. you

Anybody want a Dulce?

No, I haven't mastered cloning her (yet) but last night I combed enough hair off of her to make an extra cat.
Very economical, Jonny says.
Any takers?

Normally they don't shed much. I've been pretty lucky in that respect. For one thing, they're both only long hair crosses, so while they have the length of a long haired cat, it's nowhere near as thick as you'd think. Also, since our temperature here doesn't fluctuate much, they don't tend to grow big winter coats, and so what shedding they do is just normal hair loss.

But they do bulk up slightly for winter, and with our little heat wave this week, I was noticing that they were leaving a layer of hair where ever they slept.

Both cats loved to be brushed, but Dulce is much easier. She curls up in your lap, occasionally rolling over for you to get another spot. But Mau objects to staying put, as a matter of principle. You have to follow him around while you brush him.

The second* day of Daylight Savings is worse.

The first day, you're prepped. You're ready. You know it's gonna feel early, but you can do it. The second day feels like "What, this again? I thought we did this."
The second day feels like a friend who asks too many favors.
The second day just feels RUDE.

I wanna go home and curl up around Dulce and take a nap in the sun.
(Also, to wash the outside of the windows again. Although with three dogs running around out there, it's a losing battle.)



*I know it's technically the third day of Daylight Savings, but since I don't have anywhere I HAVE to be on Sunday, it doesn't count.

Now all I need is a big scraggly cat named Don Quixote. But then, don't we all?

You know how Dulce loves her monkey, right?



The monkey I got in Mexico and couldn't find just the right name for?



When I saw the resemblance between Peter Coco's Sancho Panza, and Dulce's faithful little sidekick snugglebuddy, I knew we'd hit on the answer.



So "Sancho" it is.

Also, it might be time to trim her nails.

Don't worry, Luca minds Dulce better than us.

My Nick - *laughing* "Luca, stop trying to hump me. Luca, knock it off. Luca, where's Sarah? Let's go find Sarah!"

Sarah Smile - *laughing* "I hate you so hard right now. Luca, where's Dulce? Where's your kitty? Let's go find your kitty!"

Slideshow! Mostly for 'Rezzie.

This is what happens when Dulce is sitting on your lap and you scare her. It's healing nicely. Also, guess the body part!



Old Navy got ahold of me. It happens. I call them my frog-leg pants. Would you believe people bring me things to be hemmed? Physician, heal thyself!



And this me. I just had an Orange Julius, so I am very happy. Also, high on sugar. Same diff.



Please note in the above photo my favorite earrings. Also, the box of cookies on my desk, which were given to me by this guy.
("Oh, my BOYFRIEND loves these! Thank you! I'll make sure he knows they're from you! So sweet.")

Obligatory Puppy Pictures.

Obligatory Pet Pictures

Dulce's snake face.
(No, really, we're not horrible people, she tolerates this. It's like petting, and anything that's sorta like petting is alright with Dulce. Especially from Nick. She was purring like mad as I took this.)

Dulce keeping an eye on Luca.

Luca was cold after his bath, so I wrapped him up and we watched bullriding on tv, and counted how many times the announcer said "get it done."

Dulce loves her monkey

Christmas 2006

All is calm, all is bright....







Sleep in heavenly peace.

Every Morning....

...... while Nick is in the shower, I steal a few moments.
I crawl back into bed and Luca and Dulce join me, and sometimes Mau (he's more of a goodnight snuggler).

And Luca is like a little boy with is first crush. He licks Dulce's face, then panics when she headbutts him back, and buries his face in my neck for courage.

Oh yes. It's all as cute as it sounds.