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Monday, August 21, 2006
wont go unpunished
Poor Hurc has been locked out the past two nights. Mom finds it to be punishment for him, I see it as punishment for me. If the cat is stuck outside that means that he's out there MEOOOOOWING all night to get back inside, so I don't get any good sleep.
The reason he's being 'punished' is because he's brought in lots of little creatures the past few days. Yesterday, as we all were preparing to settle in for the night, Hurc brought in a squeaking baby mouse, which I made him catch and threw them both outside while it was in his mouth. Then I went out, made him drop the poor mousie (still alive) and brought him back in to be locked inside. Mom locked him out later when he wouldn't let us alone and that's how last night went.
Today he discovered a baby rattlesnake in a corner. Discovered being the key word, I really don't think he knows how to handle a rattlesnake without getting bit. So when he discovered it, mom assumed he was the culprit. Steppy Pappa killed the rattler while Hurc was locked into my bedroom so he wouldn't try anything stupid with the snake. Luckilly Hurc is okay, but I think he's still being punished tonight.
:( It makes me sad because I really enjoy him curling up in bed with me. Mom doesn't really understand this because she has Steppy Pappa in bed with her, while I'm sometimes accompanied by Hurc when the mood strikes him. Not that I'm going to go into a desperate frenzy to find me a man to share my bed, because they're more trouble than their worth as far as I'm concerned. So I'll have to convince mom that Hurc shouldn't be locked out even if it means I have to catch a few lizards and mice.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
lizards everywhere!
There has been a rogue lizard in the house for every day of the past four or five days. I don't need to set up cameras to know the culprit, my cat is not a shamed to walk right up to me with the wriggling lizard in it's mouth, and drop it at my feet as an offering.
I find it sweet, annoying, and gross all at the same time. It's not so bad if they're still alive, because then I don't feel bad about having my present killed as well as getting it's tail detatched just to give my cat something to occupy his time. I know it's in his nature to be a hunter/killer, so I try to not reprimand him, and I thought I was doing quite a good job but I think I must have slipped up somewhere along the way. Tonight when I put the (dead) lizard outside, and came back towards the house Hurc skittered away from my path like I was going to hurt him. Perhaps I was a little purturbed to have to pick up the dead lizard, especially since I think he wasn't quite dead yet.
Hurc's coat has gotten quite shiny and healthy with this daily regiment of tuna, shrimp, turkey, whatev we find in the pet food section. He quite likes the extra food, as soon as 5:00 hits he will find you and meow his head off till you followhim to the kitchen. It's so sweet!
Saturday, August 12, 2006
without making any sound
Yesterday was a nice and lazy day for Hurc and I. All we did was lounge around the house, it was very nice. When a man came to fix the yard ect., he made a lot of noise that I think worried Hurc a little, because he wouldn't leave my side till the man was gone. He would fake a sleepy pose, but allways keep his ears pricked up and his eyes darting around to seek out the sound.
It was also really cute when I heard the man pull up, and I opened the back door to call the cat in so he wouldn't get in the way of the gardener. He heard me calling and turned to see me, then kind of ignored me so I thought 'oh well, he's having fun out there' and let him be, but continued to watch him and call him through the window. Eventually he went over to the back door and meowed for me to re-open it. I thought that was so adorable, just his snottiness of making me work to get him inside. Cats are great. I swear when I look at Hurc sometimes, I see a lion inside those big yellow eyes.
I realise that no one has seen his eyes on this blog, and I promise to try and amend that. My camera is tricky at the moment, and I am cursed with dial up so it may take some time, but I'll get it done eventually.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
church on time
Hurcules and I sat outside on the porch for a good part of this afternoon, mostly avoiding the cleaning lady, but also realxing, and enjoying the breeze and sun. In this time, when I was able to peel my eyes away from Monkey (book), I observed something interesting about grey little Hurc, and his actions towards other creatures.
All week an annoying sparow type thing has been pestering our ears with squaks and what not. Today was no different, and several times the birdie flew into and out of hearing, either intent on getting Hurc to go back inside, or searching for a mate. On several notable occasions Hurc would reply to the bird's tweets with a strange meowing, in which his stomach would contract and cause his voice to rattle in his throat. It's silly to admit, but he sounded almost as if he was mimicking the sparrow. Another theory is that Hurc was telling the bird to shove off, and shut up. In any case, his mewings did not tave off the quarrlesome bird, nor did it cause the bird to come any closer to be caught in Hurc's jaws, so perhaps he was just telling the bird to shut up in a non-commital sort of way.
Reflecting on this, I remember a time back with Cat in Texas. I came out into the backyard to call him inside. He came bounding out of the bushes, ready to follow me inside. Yet a bird called as he neared me, and Cat stopped in his tracks to turn towards the noise. He let out a similar, throaty, throbbing meow, and I had a similar notion of him imitating the bird in hopes it would come towards him.
Both Hurc and Cat are profficient in animal catching, Hurc probably more enthoused in it, being a younger cat. So i'm wondering if this mewing is a trick to bring creatures into grasp... hmm...
Monday, August 07, 2006
haunting notes
Come August, I'm now returned to San Diego, and back to the kitty I barely know. We are a bit more awkward around eachother, after such a long absence, yet I look forward to re-bonding. He's certainly happy to have me back, someone to dote on him and act enthousiastic at every meeting. Perhaps Hurc has been waiting with bated breath for his mummy's return.
I must say, it is extremely nice to have a cat around, he's adorable and affectionate more than I could have imagined. Last night I caught him pushing his nose into my ribs. At the time I was so deeply in sleep that all I remember is thinking, "Hurc?? Whasss tha ur doooin..." *snore* So for all I know it could have been a dream, but I'm pretty sure that he and I were curled up and he was just cuddling in further. Bless his wittle feline heart.
He's no Lexi, but atleast he lands on his feet if he happens to roll off the bed. ;) no more heartattacks in that department for a while. But I would like to have a picture of Lexi and Hurc together: the two void fillers chillin out. Hurc is declawed, and hasn't bitten me ever like Cat used to, so I think they could be sat together for a moment or two, speaking hypothetically since Miami and San Diego are quite the distance apart.
:P pet owner
locked in a dance
Christmas '05 I came and saw Hurcules for the first time. He and I, as I remember, bonded instantly the moment I walked in the door. He'd been well taken care of by my Mom and step dad, who take care of the necessities, yet he craved to be spoiled as only a cat-fanatic knows how.
I'm foggy on the details, but I know that fall '05 had been a hard one for me, especially come December, so I was walking as if in a haze. Another thing that caused was a need to reach out and hold onto to cuddly, affectionate, living things to fill the voids in the chambers of the broken heart. Hurcules was there, and did not struggle to be let go as Cat had. That was exactly what I needed, and a fairly loyal touch, which came out in his following me and visiting me in my sleep with a warm ball of fuzz to curl up with. It was nice, and hard to leave behind as most things are, but I managed to survive six months without him. My niece must have filled the catless void over the summer.
Friday, August 04, 2006
From humble beginnings
Hercules has only been a part of my family for a few months now, and he was, sadly, a rebound cat. Without knowing it, this silver tabby with the mythological name had quite a lot to live up to, vis-a-vis his predecessor: a brown, chubby tabby named Cat.
Cat and I first became aquianted about five years ago when my mom married and we both moved into his house across town. My new step family owned two cats, a male and a female, that I was extatic about meeting. I have allways had a thing for cats, you see, and had only owned one or two in my life time. So now that I was aquiring a few, I could look past leaving all my friends for a strange new place. The younger cat was a white stray that my step sister had taken in, and her name was Pandora. She was skiddish, as strays usually are, and for the fact that she wasn't affectionate nor accepting of newcomers, I did not like her as much. On the other hand, the alpha male of the house, a brown tabby named Dammit by his misunderstood acts of mischeif, took quite a liking to me, and I to him.
Our bond, in my opinion, was the bond of two creatures that are cast aside by others, yet find campanionship in eachother. I adopted him, took him under my wing, and over the four year period that we shared, I grew to view him as my best friend and most loyal, if aloof, companion. He saw me through broken hearts, lonleyness, and awkard adolescence. Unfortunately, he was not to see a 5th year.
At the age of ten or eleven, Cat, as I renamed him, started acting funny. I felt his pain for I believe he was mourning for my near-at-hand departure to college in another state. So I too was acting strange, and supposed he was picking up on it. Once I was gone, and settled into dorm life somewhat, I got a call from my mother that my poor Cat had to be put to sleep becuase of internal disfunction. :( I was devestated.
Still at college, I was out of the loop, and I'm not quite sure how long it took my mom and step dad to get lonely for another cat to fill the void, but I remember getting the call that my mom found Hurcules in a pound, and had brought him home that day. Rather than feeling bitter and disregarding of a replacement, I felt excited and ready to start a new adventure with a new kitty. Cat would have wanted me to move on ;)
intro
This is a blog for my purrrfect tabby, Hurculese. He's about three years old, he's been declawed on the front and he's quite the large cat. No, he's not fat, he's just loooong and skinny. You'll see when I get some pictures up here.
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