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Cat Blogging
Meet Cooper
And in other news…
A little over a year ago our old coonhound passed away. Just a few months before that we had lost another longtime coonhound and pack member. For some months we were left only with the goldfish. Then last fall we adopted Logan, a rescued cat. Around Christmas time I was (like a fool) trying to take the poor thing out for a walk. Walking a cat turned out to be like trying to make sense of Libertarian gibberish. There is no point to it. Now Logan goes in and out on his own and so far, so good. He seems happy and so am I. He even seems at peace with the latest occupant of the house, Cooper. They hang out together, and often wait together at the back door for me to let them in:
Cooper is a rescued pup. He seems to be a mix of several breeds. We’ve heard dachshund, rat terrier, jack russell and a few others. He does have a decent hound dog howl and that always makes me smile and remember old Ben. He is a small dog–smaller than the cat–and that is interesting after years of living with two big and lazy old hound dogs. He is also pretty damn active. We have been training him and he seems to be teachable–which is also nice.
After a year or so without a dog in the house, it is great to have another one in the pack.
So here is Cooper:
In the BJ tradition, I may file updates on his progress.
And now that the introduction is done, feel free to use this for an Open Thread.
Cheers
Early Morning Open Thread: City Cat
From commentor Sarah in Brooklyn:
When our cat Louie died, I wanted another cat right away. Louie’s pal, Max, was sad, and I hated having only one cat. I called one of Brooklyn’s cat rescuers (aka crazy cat lady), who said she had a kitten. We went out to her place, which was surprisingly sane considering that she had many, many, many cats and some dogs there. In one of her cat rooms were a lot of adult cats. It was a swirling mass of cat bodies, but I looked down and this little grey kitten was looking up at me, and it was all over.
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That was about 5 years ago. Strummer and Max have never gotten along well, but I adore him. He’s a secret love cat – most of the time he’s stand-offish, but he gets under the covers with me at night, curls up against my belly and purrs like a steam engine. He’ll sleep like that for hours, with his head on my arm. He’s also a champion jumper, as you can see from the picture (full disclosure: he can’t jump from the floor to the top of the door, but he goes from floor to bookcase to door with great ease). He’s an intelligent and mysterious cat, and I feel honored that he actually likes to spend time with me. He also has a really impressive set of whiskers.
Early Morning Open Thread: Ooh, Snap!
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True, this is pandering. But I like the Louis Wain influence around the 0:34 mark…
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Some thirty years ago, there was a cat fancier in Ohio who wanted to refine, and register, a line of polydactyl Maine coons that would breed true. Since the world remains in the hands of us hairless primates, I have to assume her experiment remains a work in progress.
Monday Morning Open Thread
From commentor Bloomingpoll:
We adopted Foxy, the red Shiba Inu mix, in 1999 as a buddy for another adoptee, Ollie, who had lost his companion in a horrible accident… Ollie’s reaction to her death was to escape from the house however he could, including jumping through screens, when left alone. He was a lab/setter mix, with the narrow ribcage of the red setter, and he could get out of a car window that was only down 6 inches, I swear! He had been tied to a dog house and was “repossessed” by the Cocheco Valley Humane Society in Dover NH. He once climbed a 6 foot chain link fence in his attempt to escape a thunder storm. If I had been tied out in storms, I suspect I would feel the same way. He usually went down the road to the kennel and sat on the front porch there. He died from a brain tumor, we think, at age 12.
Morgan was my husband’s promised adoptee on his retirement (I had said, no more dogs until someone is home most of the time.) He is apparently a yellow lab, but very tall and big, 120-130 lbs, a lot of dog, but extremely nice. He is reaching the end, I fear, having some nerve damage in the rear end that makes steps difficult and produces a wobbly walk. We had a granite front step that required a big step up, so my husband built a nice front porch with a place to lie and easier steps. Better for us aging folks too.
Early Morning Open Thread: Columbus Cat Bleg
From commentor Ross F:
I have relatives in Columbus, Ohio who are looking for someone to adopt their cat. They’ve been having difficulty finding a new home and the local humane society was sadly pessimistic. Unfortunately, my relatives have to move and the cat cannot come with them. I’ve included a picture and some description below. Any help would be super awesome.
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Miss Kitty:
White cat with calico patches — 7 years old — Very gentle
Neutered — Front paws declawed
Shots up to date — Good health — Eats dry food
Likes to talk — Likes to sit in your lap — Likes to be scratched
Anybody in the Columbus area got tips about rescue groups or no-kill shelters that might have room for one more? Or maybe even leads to someone who’s looking for a new feline housemate?
Early Morning Open Thread: Columbus Cat BlegPost + Comments (24)
Austerity Starts at Home
Tunch is on a diet because he, like his owner, is a disgusting fatbody on his way to an early grave if he does not lose some weight. As such, his favorite new perch is in the doorway to my office, so he can get a running start down the hallway and bitch at me from the kitchen if I so much as move:
Wouldn’t want to miss out on the possibility that I might feed him. Here he is looking quite pissed off at me because I am in the kitchen, but I am not giving him any food:
There is murderous intent in those eyes.