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Friday, February 02, 2007
you underestimate my sneakiness
I just had one of those "whoa!" moments with Hurcules. As you probably know, he isn't allowed in the house during the day because of a certain Ernie mcBernie Boo. Well, just a few minutes ago I was finishing up somethings on the computer, and I turned around to see Hurcules walking casually by me, as if he hadn't a care in the cotton-pickin world. I nearly screamed. It's a very unexpected sight.
Luckilly for Hurcules, Ernie was sleeping on the couch and is deaf and blind.
So I scooped up the poor wittle kitty and depositied him into my room with only one or two revealing meows to warn Ernie of what was going on. No such luck for Stinky doggie, he hadn't even moved from the couch when I returned. Silly puppy. Lucky Kitty. I need to put a bell on that cat, he's got sneaky ways. Or I need to start keeping doors shut, either way I don't want the two coming into contact anymore than Ernie tries for.
That leads me to a cute story:
Ernie has allways got his nose at my door, trying to sniff out the cat whether he's in there or not. Sometimes Hurc get's fed up with this invasion of his personal space (he only gets one bloody room while the dog gets the freakin whole house. Unfair much? Ernie's not even happy with that. Geez.) Anyway, Hurc, seeing a little black bulb of a doggy nose under the door, saunters over and swats an unclawed paw at it. Unclawed, yet still enough to send Ernie barking and yipping. It's Hurc's revenge.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
won't go breakin yo' heart
Apparently Hurcules thinks I'm spending too much time on the computer, and not enough time gloading over him. He's just jumped up on the desk, and keeps trying to sit on my keyboard. In essence to get my hands to pet him instead of play with the keyboard. When I poke his paws off the keys, he gets offended and sniffs at the "esc" button like it's a rotten fish. This is quite amusing. In the past I was able to coax him down with promises to let him sit in my lap but he's learned that's not much better. Labels: keyboard envy
It is pretty bad how I can't really spend much time with him since the dog has the house in the day, and Hurc is usually hunting at night. I'm not about to stay in bed all day just to be with the cat more hours in my life. (although it is quite tempting...)
He shouldn't be too jealous, I have used him in my new book. His name atleast. Hurc will be immortalized. (Hurcules having already a legend behind it).
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Wednesday, January 03, 2007
ball of fluff
I swear Hurc has lost weight. Everyone else says it's only in comparison to holding babies all last week. Perhaps, but Hurc feels very very light this week. It also might have to do with the fact that he goes limp when you pick him up and when you pick up a child, they're stiff and moving about crazilly. That might make him lighter... who knows.
He and ernie aren't getting on any better. Still fighting, and ernie takes every oppurtunity to try to go after him. I've figured it out: It's nothing personal, ernie's just a hunter. This morning on a walk, he was freaking out over some rabbit holes, and then took off after a bird. He's just playful. That's it.
Hurc really hasn't been drinking much water. I hope it's nothing serious.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
night shift
Ernie has control over the house during the day, when Hurc is out hunting anyway. At night, when Ernie is locked in the garage, the cat then takes over the house privaleges. I suppose that would seem like a fair deal, but the cat is usually only in my room at night now, even if both my doors are open. His usual time for lounging around the house is when he follows me around and sits in my lap and things. I feel Hurc is being treated unfairly in this equation.
Or perhaps it's my own wellfare I'm concerned with. It's much more pleasant to have a purring cat in my lap than a smelly dog with a lamp shade. Don't get me wrong, Ernie's a sweetie pie, but that doesn't change the fact that he smells and isn't very pettable. (how do you pet a dog anyway?? Cats you can stroke and scratch and pet or whatever. They live to have you pet them! But Ernie, he seems to live to eat. Not my kind of pet)
Anyways, the new deal is working out in the sense that I have Hurc at my side whenever he's in the house. It's nice to have him looking to me for protection. Like I got a little buddy or something.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
mr. lamp shade
The cat has a play mate.
On thursday we got a dog named "Ernie." I don't like the name, I tried to get it changed to "Xena" "iolas" "Leo", anything but Ernie. Unfortunately I'm the only one who craves the change. Anyway, Ernie is a fox terrier mix, two years old, he's just freshly out of surgery to remove a stone in his bladder, and he's currently walking arouond with a lampshade attatched to his head. *giggle giggle* I give him trouble for it.
Not as much trouble as it's going to be getting him and Hurcules to get along. Hurc is already used to the fact that we have a dog in the house (one that is small and wiry that happens to wear a sattelite dish) but Ernie isn't so ready to make nice. Hurc minds his own business, doesn't agitate the dog in any direct way, but Enrie goes and sniffs poor Hurc out. Not that my kitty isn't smart enough to be high away from the dog, but it's got to be unnerving to have this dog terrorize you everytime it gets the chance.
So we have incorporated the spray bottle technique. When he growls and barks at Hurc, he gets sprayed. I think it'll work. It's too bad that Hurc doesn't have claws to show Ernie a thing or two.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
troublemaker
The cat's returned to his rightful resting place. In fact, there's hardly a time now that I don't find him on my bed, being all lazy and loungy. So that's all fine and good. Plus he doesn't wake me up much only when he's accidentaly shut in.
This morning, though, my mom came in to wake me up, and I was a little reluctant. Usually I like to sit in bed a few moments to hold on to sleep and the warm bed as long as I can, but this morning, as soon as my mom left the room, she was screaming "HELP! HELP!"
Apparently she had a lizard cornered in her room, and she doesn't like lizards, or to try and catch them. So I was able to get out of bed for a little adventure this morning. The lizard was all over the place, that little acrobat. He was under mom's bed, crawling pu the sides of her sheets, he ran underneath a fan (i didn't even know it could be done!) and between my legs. The last was a particualrly dumb move on his part, I was the one trying to catch him, but he managed to pull off another escape.
Whether the cat brought him in or he wandered in on his own, the cat wasn't a help to us in catching him. Sometimes Hurc will grab it in his mouth, and then I can just put the cat outside, solving the problem, but that doesn't allways work. In fact, it hardly ever works, cuz I don't like putting those little creatures into the jaws of death just to get them out of the house.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
last week of the good life
Next saturday we're having a 'sleepover party'. It's almost like a trial period, for a new pet. If he and Hurculese don't kill eachother, then the new pet stays. If they are completly ready to tear eachother's throat out... well, then the new pet doesn't stay. So Hurc does have tenure on his side.
Oh, by the way, the new pet is a D-O-G. Don't tell Hurc, he'll flip out. Especially since it's a terrier with a complex. He's a real cutie, and hes so sweet to humans, but he doesn't like cats. Malc is sure we can condition him, and I'm sure that Hurc is fast and smart enough not to get torn up by a little pipsqueak dog, but still I don't like forcing the two together with that kind of stress level. What I'm really afraid of is Hurc up and running away on us. Mom said he wont bu tI have my suspicions.