It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything. Not much has changed, the cats are still in charge.
A few months ago we thought we’d cut back on their dry food. All Ernie eats is dry and it just can’t be good for his delicate digestive system. We devised a plan of feeding them unlimited dry for an hour twice a day. It didn’t really work out like we’d hoped. Around 2 AM I woke up to Herbie tapping me in the face, crying. Pippi was walking on me and Jack and Hurley were wrestling on the bed. I realized they were unhappy about the lack of food so I got up and put some out. They all acted as though they hadn’t eaten in weeks, so I ended up giving them six bowls of dry.
Bob bought them a bird cat toy. It’s a bird on the end of a spring, when you tap the bird it chirps. Ernie was petrified of it and every time it chirped he ran and hid. At first it seemed like a bomb, no one was terribly interested in it. One night after we’d gone to bed I heard it chirping over and over again. The next night we were watching tv and Hurley sat in front of it, batting at it repeatedly. I think he spent a good 10 minutes chewing on it and smacking it. He tends to wait until we’re watching a show or we’ve gone to bed and then he begins playing with it. I looked at it yesterday and he’s been chewing on it, eventually he’s going to take it apart.
There was no Christmas tree again this year. Jack just can’t be trusted, I put up a tiny little tree on the tv and he found it immediately and had to check it out and chew on the branches. He also figured out how to open the pantry door, so we come home and the pantry door is wide open. He’s mostly interested in digging out any toys that get shoved under the door, but I have caught him climbing the shelves. I figure it’s just a matter of time before he realizes that’s where the treats are kept.
They have a big basket of cat toys, which for the most part, go untouched. They like toy mice and things that don’t belong to them. When we buy mice for them we get the big bag of them and they always disappear. Turns out Jack and Pippi like to kick them under the oven. So about once a week we pull the drawer out and get the mice out. Lately there have been fewer mice under the oven. I convinced Bob to lift up the couch so I could check under there…I found over 20. It was like Christmas for them. I probably should have held some of them back because they’re all missing again. Hurley pulls the fur off the toy mouse and likes to kick the fur around; we call it the ‘sock’. Jack likes the inside of the mouse, we call it the ‘shoe’. I found several that were partially torn apart and that made them very happy.
