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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.