Kittens Can’t Vote

LizzieLou | nablopomo,pets | Tuesday, November 6th, 2012

Did You Bring Your Broomstick?

LizzieLou | nablopomo,pets,visitors | Sunday, November 4th, 2012

Does this look like a witch to you?

Some years ago, when my sister lived out in the boonies in Upstate, NY, she was startled awake one night by a loud crash and shutter, as though something had landed on the roof of her house. Nothing could be found that night and the next morning she and her man looked all around the house and couldn’t find a single thing amiss. The cause of the crash was never found. A little over a year ago, here in Seattle, Lolly and I were jolted awake by a similar loud bang from the roof, again as if something had crashed into it. I checked and checked again and found nothing.

Not too long after, I remembered to tell my sister about it when she called. She wanted all the details and I relayed them the best I could, but there really wasn’t very much information to be had.

“I bet is was a witch,” she said. “A witch that wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and she flew right into your house. That’s why you didn’t find anything in the morning!” We joked about finding a broken broom or a shoe in the bushes, and about the witch looking for her familiar and how she was checking out our cats, and the like. At first my sister was kidding, but then she seemed to convince herself that this is indeed what happened. Seriously.

When Ochokitty showed up, my sister hypothesized that the witch had come back. Even now she still brings it up. Yesterday she wanted some recent photos of the kitties and one of the ones I emailed her is the one above. Of course she had to call me to tell me she received it…

“Look at her eyes. She’s totally a witch. Or worse! I’d watch my back if I were you.”

A “Who’s Who” of CBC House

LizzieLou | pets | Friday, April 13th, 2012

Focus on the Cuteness

LizzieLou | pets | Saturday, March 3rd, 2012

I was going to do some ranting about the stupidity of the things I’ve seen in the news this week – Republican candidates and pundits and assorted talking-heads in particular – but it just makes me too frustrated and angry. So instead I share with you something funny and interesting that I learned this week……

Those hairs that kittens have in their ears are called “furnishings.” How fancy is that!?!

Kitties in the Mist

LizzieLou | pets | Wednesday, January 18th, 2012

Our latest discovery: Ochokitty likes to sit in front of the humidfier. At first it seemed like maybe it was simply out of curiosity, but now it seems like she’s enjoying the cool mist floating down around her.

Saturday Was Also National Adoption Day

LizzieLou | dreams,nablopomo,pets | Monday, November 21st, 2011

I dreamt that I was visiting my parents and we were sitting at a picnic table in their back yard. From the field behind their house, a little grey cat came bounding up and jumped up to the back of my chair. I was startled at first and my dad looked at me like, “What is it with you and the cats?” I shrugged.

The kitty was cute and I think my parents were going to keep him. He started walking back and forth in front of me on the table I noticed that his front legs were short like a Munchkin. But you see that sometimes, and it’s no big deal. As I pet him, I saw other cats starting to come up out of woods and cross the yard towards us.

“Wow, Dad. I didn’t know you guys had such a feral cat problem here.” Now he shrugged, and asked me what I was doing. “I’m not doing anything! I don’t know why they’re all coming.” The next cat was an old one-eyed tabby. You see that sometimes too, poor old cat. The next one was missing an ear. The next one had a huge Cheshire Cat head with giant bugged out eyeballs. Oh, well, that’s a little weird. Another one had a squeezed up wrinkly pointy face and just one ear on the top in the center. Ahhh. Ew? No, I mean, you’re a sweet kitty, so nice! It’s not your fault! Soon there were about a dozen cats of different sizes, shapes, colors and freakishness all gathering ’round and mewing and purring. Oh no! What AM I going to do now!?!

And then I woke up.

Sing the Blues

LizzieLou | lolly palooza,nablopomo,pets | Sunday, November 13th, 2011

Every now and again while Lolly and I are hanging out at home someone will say something that sounds like it should be the name of a blues tune, e. g.:

“Momma Needs Her Crotch Back”


“Stop Creepin’ ‘Round My Pants”

Ocho at Night

LizzieLou | nablopomo,pets,single issues | Thursday, November 10th, 2011

Not My Kitty – Part Three

LizzieLou | lolly palooza,nablopomo,neighbors,pets | Tuesday, November 8th, 2011

Ok, so what else do you need to know about this story?

Just after we officially named her Lucille N. Greenwood, because she was Loose-y in the neighborhood (geddit?!), a friend from work suggested we call her Ocho like an eight ball. It stuck, yes because looks a little like an eight ball, but also because she is the eighth cat Lolly and I have had together.

We first brought Ocho upstairs to meet the other cats in the travel crate. Little poked his pokey face right into the grate and she hissed. Gomez sat on top and peeped down at her, and she hissed. Ashley kind of meandered by on tiptoe, not overly curious but was hissed at too. This was very surprising! We thought they would be freaking out, especially Gomez who is afraid of almost everything. Weezie stayed the farthest away, peering around the furniture and making crabby wah-wah noises. After a few meetings with the crate (they didn’t last long), Ocho graduated to the leash. But we didn’t need it. She didn’t run after anyone to beat them up the way Weezie had when she was new. And nobody was chasing her either. Only some creepy stalking, and a bit of curious sniffage, followed by some slapping, and that was about it for the orientals. I tried a few things to help facilitate the integration plan, including trying to get them all to play with Da Bird. Ocho wasn’t at all ready for this yet, and calmly stared at me as I waved the toys around. “You might was well be belly dancing for her.” said Lolly. “Don’t poke my eye out with that thing.”

For a while Ocho mostly came out at night. Mostly.

Around this time another neighbor called, sorry she hadn’t called sooner, to ask if something had happened to “Mittens.” She hadn’t seen “Mittens” around and became concerned that my poster had been to try to notify someone that she had been hurt or run over or something bad. I reassured her that that was not the case. In fact the cat was “pretty much here all the time these days.” She responded that “Mittens” was a nice cat and sweet and all, but “not like she is ever going to just sit on your lap and stuff.” At least, I think that is what she said because Ocho was wrapped around my head, purring loudly in my ear as we snuggled together on the sofa eating bon bons and kissing.

So, the integration is ongoing. I receive regular email updates from Lolly while I am at work. E.g…

Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2011 15:10:04
Subject: 8 is now in window.
We have achieved interest in and hoppage into kitchen window.
Window is a go!

She likes to sit in the kitchen window and look out at the neighbors and the chihuahuas that she does not belong to. Of course this has been one of Weezie’s favorite places to sit too.

Date: Wed, 05 Oct 2011 14:36:26
Subject: effing hell
I let Weezie out from upstairs.
She re-aggressed Ocho, who was sitting peaceably on the sofa, within 90 seconds.
She does NOT think Ocho should be on the sofa.
I feel bad, I told her no and put her back upstairs, while she just looked at me with her big round peeps.

If is wasn’t for crabby, jealous, Weezie Meep (who I love most extremely), Ocho would probably be sleeping in the bed with us. She did come up to the bedroom one morning, at about 4:30 a.m., and we awoke to a screaming hissy fit. Being thrown by Weezie, of course. Ocho was cowering behind a curtain. We can’t understand why she’s such a jealous freak. Really they should get along the best, seeing as they have the most in common – being tough girls from the mean streets, knocked up and homeless – but instead of bonding about their past troubles and present fondness for shrimp, Weezie is a bully. However, Ocho could totally kick Weezie’s ass if she wanted to. Weezie is pillowy soft. She is a fuzzy mitten stuffed with pudding. She clearly doesn’t possess this self-knowledge, that in reality she is like mush and Ocho is like a warrior princess (especially now that she has gained a pound or two since moving in. The Princess likes to eat.) So, we’ll be making an “It Gets Better” video for Ocho. Because Weezie is very, very emphatic that Ocho is not her kitty.

A Reader Responds

LizzieLou | lolly palooza,nablopomo,pets | Wednesday, November 2nd, 2011

So, according to Lolly, there is not nearly enough “weeping” in the previous post.

I really have no idea what she’s talking about.

(Yes, ok, maybe I cried that one day at work when that friend of mine who said that she would take the cat was just lying and only said that to cajole me into taking her someplace to see if she had a microchip already. And, fine, maybe I cried a few nights lying in bed talking about the poor little kitty outside all alone in the dark with the raccoons and the perverts and the traffic. Or, perhaps there was a soup├žon of tears while talking on the phone to the animal shelter lady, or to the receptionist at the vet office, or in the car on the way to the vet. But I am sure that was probably about it.)

I mean, really. How silly!

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