Monday, March 30, 2009
The Feline Five sleep in my room at night on five pillows and every night I hold each of them for a little while and scratch their ears and rub their tummies until they're good and sleepy.
D'Artagnan is the only one that sleeps beside my bed. We tried his pillow in the row at first but after three consecutive nights of him waking up on the rug beside my bed, he decided for me that he was not going to leave me. D'Artagnan is my own personal alarm clock. Every morning he hops into my bed and snuggles under my covers to wake me up. It beats an alarm clock hands down.
Well, last night I was reading before I went to bed when all of a sudden D'Artagnan jumps onto my bed and opens his mouth. Well, technically he was crying, but D'Artagnan so rarely cries that I sometimes wonder if he has working vocal chords because no sound ever comes out.
D'Artagnan is the only cat who knows commands in French, so I said to him, like I say whenever he cries, "Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?" or "What is the matter?"
In response, he lied on his back and stared at me with his big green eyes.
I know I don't really have a good photo of D'Artagnan up because he is really camera-shy. He is a sweetheart and a lovebug, but he does not understand the concept of posing like Locket and Cocoa do.
D'Artagnan has a face like a man. It narrows out into a very precise chin and that, coupled with his big ears, makes Cassie call him Batman when she's not calling him James Bond. When he lays on his back and stares up at me with his big eyes in an attempt to look all innocent, he just manages to look stupid. I love him anyway.
So D'Artagnan was laying on his back staring up at me. (He also has a horizontal strip of white across his tummy.) I scratched his tummy where he likes it and he closed his eyes and purred. His little front paws stretched in and out as he kneaded the air.
"Would you like to sleep up here tonight?" I asked him. "Just tonight." My mom says if I let him sleep on my bed routinely, he'll think it's his bed.
He purred louder and curled into an S.
"No," I said, laughing. "Not here. You're in the middle of my bed!"
I picked him up. He kneaded the shoulder of my shirt then allowed me to lay him down beside me. He closed his eyes again and fell asleep.
"Bonne nuit, D'Artagnan," I whispered to him before I picked up my book and started reading.
A moment later he'd put his head on my shoulder.
Should I mention D'Ar snores?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I also have a question about a behavior I've noticed in Locket and Buster that's really starting to disturb me. So it's warming up here and all the birds are back in the trees behind my house. Godiva, Cocoa, and D'Artagnan watch them, but not as much as Locket and Buster. Well, I came home from school both Monday and yesterday to find them so transfixed on the birds they didn't run to the door to see who it was. As I'm standing there watching them I hear this reallly funny noise: click-click-click-click, like a rattlesnake. When I look down at Locket, he's watching a squirrel intensely with his mouth open, clicking his teeth. I considered scolding him, but then he wasn't doing anything technically bad; he could have been trying to talk, for all I knew. I came back a half-hour later to Buster clicking just like Locket had, only at a big, fat bird. What is this? Is this aggression? I asked Cassie if her cat Dixie Hiccup does this and she said no, so I am completely in the dark. If any beans or furbabies could help me understand this, I would really appreciate it.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
(Cassie's taking Writing for the Screen this semester.)
INT. VETERINARY EXAM ROOM - DAY.
LILY LOCKE is standing beside a metal exam table with a pet taxi. She is impatient. She is considering pacing the floor.
The rear door OPENS and TRISHA, the vet tech, comes out carrying LOCKET, wrapped in a blanket.
SFX: Locket CRYING pitifully.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Thank you so much, Zoolatry!
Okay, so I called the vet and asked how Locket was and the prognosis is good.
They expect him home Friday afternoon, but I need to keep him up on his antibiotics over the weekend and on Tuesday he needs to come in for a blood test. Trina, the vet tech who loves Locket because of his full name, John Locke (see Locky's profile), said one of the other cats hissed at him and he was so shocked he just stared. (We have a no hissing policy in our house.)
I asked if I should keep him crated, but the vet said so long as I keep him quiet he'd be okay. He says he'd be much happier on my lap than he would in his cage.
I'll take my final two midsemester exams tomorrow and then I don't have anything else to do. Locket and I can catch up on old A-Team episodes and I can read him Louisa May Alcott's mysteries.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Thank you so much, Zoolatry! This fits Cocoa avec une Guimauve perfectly!
Oh, and I almost forgot, Happy St. Patrick's Day to all the beans and furbabies! Éirinn go Brách! (Ireland Forever!)
P.S. Any furbabies want to talk to Cassie for me about messing with my blog? (Just joking!)
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
This is me cleaning my mommy's face. She'd already cleaned mine, so the least I could do was return the favor. Cassie always tells me I have the pinkest tongue. Err... I have to ask all the other furbabies out there who've been with their beans longer - is this a compliment?
Oh, and I'm supposed to list a whole bunch of furblogs for the next round of the 5th Photo Meme - Lily said five, I think? - so here they are.
Have fun and remember to donate! I don't know what I'd do without Lily or my mommy and my brothers and sister but Lily would have to separate us and give us to all different homes if she doesn't get a little help. (Thank you to Daniel and Lynn who donated.)
Avec tellement baisers (with lots of kisses),
Cocoa avec une Guimauve (as dictated to Cassie Locke)