Could be worse, could be mosquitoes
“Can I crawl home from here?”
3:30 a.m. Pounce Parade
“Prrrrrrowl?” “Prrrrrrrowwl??” “Prrrrrrrrrowwwl??” My eyes open. “Prrrrrrowl?” Why am I even surprised? Lola had been staring at the bottom of the refrigerator when we went to bed. “Prrrrrrrrrrrowl?” That’s the sound of a cat with its mouth full of mouse. Bat. Bat-Bat. Bat-Bat-Bat-Bat. And that is the sound of a cat playing with a mouse….
Do not approach the potentially rabid raccoon, do not approach the potentially rabid raccoon, do not approach the potentially rabid raccoon
Raccoons are mostly nocturnal. So if you’re seeing one during the day, something is up. Ie: you might have trapped its kits in your eaves by sealing up the holes in your roof (Bring me your furry…) or… it might possibly be… rabid. And yet… when a raccoon appears on my deck, my immediate impulse…
Kev? Buddy. What did you do?
As I’m writing at the kitchen table, I intermittently glance out the window – enjoying flashes of flora and fauna in our backyard. The Engleman’s Ivy lushly embraces the pergola, the grass is green, there are birds and squirrels, and… a… fox? As I lean to the side of my computer screen, desperate to catch…
Wrestling with Lola at 3:00 a.m.
Lola is the most erratic of our three cats. She’s the one whose pupils dilate to an alarming size as she stares at a point, just over your left shoulder, where a knife-wielding maniac has obviously taken up residence. She goes from 0 to feline parkour in less than a second. And she loves, loves,…
Because a cat’s the only cat who knows where it’s at.
“Hey there Handsome,” says Rissa. “Well, HE-LLO!” I reply, modulating my voice to a lower, much sexier, register. “I am not talking to you,” she says. “I am talking to Steve, obviously.” “Obviously.” “Because he is the handsomest being in this house,” she continues. “Yes. Yes he is.” “Did I just lose a beauty pageant…
CATMAGEDDON!!!
Sure, the sound of cats having sex is impressive, but nothing can beat the noise of cats out to kill each other. That alarm clock has you leaping from your bed, blood-pressure skyrocketing, arms gesticulating wildly before your feet even hit the floor. Special Ops units use this sound to train their soldiers to be…
When Cats ATTACK!
THE CHARACTERS Steve – An orange Tom cat – goofy, playful, more than a little bit dumb Lola – A very petite black cat – nervous, silly, terrified if you pick her up. Minuit – A rotund, older black cat – crotchety, belligerent, sounds like…
The Squirrel Nurser
Steve and Lola are looking out the kitchen’s east window. Staccato tails twitch back and forth in tandem – something is definitely up. I figure it’s our resident chipmunk taunting them from below the window. “What’s going on guys?” I ask, giving them both a scritch behind their ears before looking down. My hand cames…
Cat Olympics
CRASH!!! “What the???” David, Rissa and I all turn towards the laundry closet, from whence the sound emerged. When had we docked a ship back there and how had it broken free from its moorings? “What was that?” We all look at each other, on the cusp of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spocking for who…