Posts Tagged ‘cat’

We finally picked up our new kitten. His name is Dante and he’s an Abyssinian, the same breed as our late pet Gizmo who passed last November. After several days without a little furry life in the house, we decided we wanted another cat, and we found this little guy. We picked him up this past weekend and had an uneventful (thankfully) 6 hour drive back to the GTA. We had brought everything (food, water, litter, etc) and it went well. We were eager to get him settled in and the last couple of days have been super fun.


We closed off the door to the basement until he gets settled with the main floor and the upstairs. He already knows where everything is (his litter, food, water, etc.). He already knew how to navigate stairs and is pretty gung ho when running up/down them. He loves food, playing, his kitty condo and is curious about everything. He has bursts of energy then conks out and basks in the sun. 🙂 He is still a wee thing (2.5 pounds) and cuteness overload is rampant in our house at the moment.

He slept with us both nights we’ve had him so far and didn’t wake up in the night to get into mischief (that we know of). Maybe we’ve been lucky so far. lol

We’re looking forward to more adventures with our new addition. 🙂


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The Dog’s Diary

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm – Dinner! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

The Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity

    My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

    The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!

    There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

    Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

    I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now …

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Our cat, Gizmo (“Giz”) is an indoor cat. He loves laying in the sun as it streams in through the windows, and cries when anything takes his favourite spot on the couch until we clear the way (even if we’re the ones taking up his space). Yesterday was a treat for him – we let him hang out with us in the yard. After roaming around the entire yard and investigated all nooks and crannies quite thoroughly, he finally settled down and enjoyed the warm concrete:

When we’re out on the patio, he’ll sit by the patio screen door (inside the house) and keep an eye on us. So he was already accustomed to the noises (birds, neighbour’s dog barking, etc.) of our backyard and wasn’t phased at all.

He even swatted at the occasional butterfly or fly that flew by…

It was a hot day yesterday. One of those days where you move in slow motion and just feel languid. Lazy, peaceful, languid.

The he moved to a sunnier spot and performed his grooming ritual…

Such a diva.

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My Cat is a Ninja

This is not my cat.

It is my husband’s cat.

Chris got this cat one year before we met so he was a package deal.

Love him, love his cat.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I like animals.

But some days, I think the cat has it in for me.

Oh he looks innocent enough and I’d never be able to prove it.

But this cat runs our house.

He steals my seat when I get up to get a drink.

He takes my spot in bed when I get up in the morning.

He steals my food when I’m not looking for 2 seconds.

He’s a ninja. I know it.

And he knows I know it.

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