Joolez Talk

Snoring ....

Somewhere I read that in the ancient times men used to snore to protect them and their families from eing eaten by predators at night. 

Now how do I get the point across to the "modern man", that this kind of behaviour is no longer neccessary due to the fact that the wild cats roaming the bed at night are properly fed and otherwise mostly harmless?

The sweet sounds of waking up

I woke up this morning to the sound of a slamming door around 5:30 - when the ghost left the house to go to work. I went to the bathroom decided I can go back to bed for another half hour, when after just a short time I heard the "sweet" sounds of a cat in convulsions, the familiar sound just shortly before the black one throws up, followed by a shrill sound that still reminds me of a cat that is being killed and then comes the all too well known throwing up.

And while I was listening to this I remembered that I dosed off to sleep last night to the sound of a cat tearing down my new blue cardigan from the chair I had draped it on before I went to bed. And while I was remembering this in my somewhat drousy state of mind I made the mental connection, wanted to jump out of bed, but it was already too late.

That's one explanation why today I started my day with the washer running while I am still not completely awake.

And reading this thrilling blog entry I really need to remind myself what an interesting, glorious, fantastic, fa-bu-lous and absolutely fascinating life I really lead .. yeah rrright! ..... Spectacular!

Then again I think I am quite content with my boring life. I only need to work a little on my reluctance to go to work on a Monday morning.

Loving every minute of it

Don't we all love it when our cats snuggle up to us on the sofa and look at us with this irresistible look from their magical eyes?

Well, I do.  I am loving every minute of it.  There is nothing more soothing and relaxing than tickling a cats silky soft belly and listening to its purr.

If one cat makes you a happy person, what kind of person would you be if you had four cats?

Well I don't know if there is a name for it, but I do know - for sure - that these cherished cat moments make life pretty damn close to  paradise. 

Good morning

dear "diary", good morning dear kitties.

Could there be anything better than to set foot in cat vomit something undefined warm, wet and slippery right after you get out of bed? For the life of me I can't think of anything. And here's a diet tipp you haven't heard before: do this every morning and then clean it up before you had breakfast and your appetite will be spoiled for hours after. Now isn't that a warm and fuzzy thought?

Mourning

While I was fiddling around with the layout to my planned fotoweb, in the corner of my eye I saw a dark shadow crawl along the curtain on my right side. I soon realized it is a beautiful butterfly, most likely one of those we hatched ourselves in the balcony flower box.

With the blink of an eye all four cats were alarmed by something moving. 4 tails nervously wagging, 7 eyes rapidly following each move, and while I was trying to save the beautiful creature from the lusting eyes of the four-legged monsters, the poor creature did the worst it could. It flew up against the ceiling right behind the shelf where of course I can not reach however much I want. But the cats can jump up there and so they did, and in one second Lilli caught it, and most likely severly hurt it and it must have fallen down behind the shelf, because there was no munching, but nervous paw-fiddling between wall and shelf.

I fear we now have a half dead butterfly behind our shelf, which is mounted to the wall, so even if I took out the half million books and other stuff we keep in there I could not save him.

Poor butterfly, I really wanted to save him, but he got scared of me and now he is suffering. Or maybe, which I really hope: Lilli caught him so bad he died instantaneously and didn't suffer. Once we move out of this place in x-years we will probably find more carcasses of murdered critters.

I love my cats, but goddess, they are cruel.

Hot Cat

In October my two eldest cats will be 9 years old, and in all these years we have never had a real bad accident involving the cats. Well, that's changed now. Yesterday I made pasta with tomato sauce, and just the second I took the pasta pot off the stove, Piers jumped on the stove.

I have a ceran-stove and he landed on the field the pot was standing just a second ago with the field still being hot. I saw this out of the corner of my eye and started yelling and screaming, and he jumped right off. I dumped the pot in the sink, got an icecube as fast as I could ran after the cat and caught him. Since I wasn't sure with which leg he landed on the hot "plate" I rubbed all his paws with the icecube. Of course he didn't appreciate the effort.

It's wet. Which cat with a sane mind (even if your paws are burning) would voluntarily wet their paws. His face and squirming were telling me: "What are you thinking?" Turned out all his paws looked fine, none seemed to be burned. He probably got so scared by me screaming that he didn't have time to burn his paw(s).

The reason he jumped up on the stove was the grass I had put up on the window sill, approximately where the stove is. Just a bad karma day. Usually the cats are not allowed in the kitchen, and I rarely keep the grass by the stove. Well, nothing happend, thank god. Just a reminder why cats and kitchen don't go together well.

Yuck!

You really gotta love your cats to make it through a day when you are being woken up by the sound of a cat throwing up. To 3 hours later when you go outside in the wintergarden to hang up your fresh washed clothes and you step into something gooey (barefoot) and looking down you realize it's something a cat threw up. When another 5 hours late you just fed the cats and sat down in the living room to watch the Gilmore Girls and hear that "sound" again and jump up in horror only to find another cat threw up the food she just ate.

Cats and Dogs

the cats are worried. I smell like dog every morning and evening. Our neighbor broke her arm last week when she slipped on the icy street. Good girl that I am I offered to walk her dog every morning and evening and bring her a warm meal in the evening when I am cooking for the ghost.

The cats are very alarmed. My smell is not "right", so they vigorously rub their heads and sides on me to give me back the "right" smell. Do they know it's a dog, or does ist just smell liek a strange animal, possibly another cat? Do they even know what a dog smells like?

I just hope that when I am old and in need I have neighbors who will help me, too.