Monthly Archives: October 2011

Max, small dog or cat?

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Max on the couch

Max sit­ting on the arm of the couch.

We knew he was big. Max is a very long cat, he stretches out prob­a­bly around 3 feet. I’ve never mea­sured him, but he’s about the same length as my torso.

I took him to the vet today for his annual checkup, and they weighed him at 20.8lbs! He doesn’t look that big, but he feels like 20lbs. Especially when he stands on you and you only feel that weight on his paws.

20lbs is big­ger than some breeds of dogs. He acts like a dog some­times. He greets you at the door. When he was a kit­ten he played fetch. He fol­lows us around the apart­ment and is very much a lap cat. If you sit, he will come run­ning and sit on you for you to pet him. He’s very friendly, and loves everyone.

Max did not like a leash. :lol: He was all nope and laid there like he was being crushed by this piece of nylon around his arms. I didn’t think cats could play dead, but it cer­tainly looked like it.

He’s also very vocal. I’ve had con­ver­sa­tions with him, and his tone of meow does change depend­ing on what he wants.

He has a dif­fer­ent meow which means ‘where are you’ when he’s in another room and wakes up to us not being there. He has a meow which means ‘can I come up’ for when I go to bed at night. He’ll jump up and lay next to me a while, for me to pet him. He uses the same meow when he wants to jump up on my desk for atten­tion if I’ve spent too long on it. He has a meow to tell me to clean the box. He doesn’t really meow for food.

For being so big, he’s not a big eater. He eats a lit­tle then walks away then goes back after a while for more. Mandy loves food she would eat it all the time, espe­cially when she’s star­tled by some­thing, if I let her.

Question for the com­ments: If you have a pet, do they talk to you, too?

A fluffy princess

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Casper and Jasmine 1996

Casper and Jasmine 1996

Jasmine was the sis­ter to my cat Casper who passed away last year. She was a lit­tle smaller than he was, but still as fluffy, and still gen­er­ally a big cat as far as cat’s are “sup­posed” to be accord­ing to the vet. She was some­times aloof, and always dainty.

Jasmine lived up to her princess name, and I’m glad that I changed it. Originally Casper and Jasmine were going to be adopted by a fam­ily friend, who was going to name them Casper and Jasper after the 101 dal­ma­tians movie. She ended up adopt­ing a sin­gle grey kit­ten, from the same lit­ter, and some­how together we con­vinced my par­ents it would be a good idea to bring home the other two. They were bonded and had to go together, you see.

Jasmine was the more inde­pen­dent of the pair. She liked to keep to her­self, but she also loved being brushed, and sit­ting with you on her chair. Yes, her chair. When you gave her treats you had to place them, bro­ken in half, at her feet1.

Last month she passed away after an extended ill­ness, and the surety of more. She was 15 years old and still a beau­ti­ful white, if elderly, cat.

Jasmine watching a bird.

Jasmine watch­ing a bird.

  1. Whereas Casper was happy to jump for them. ↩

Too many interests

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When we move, I’ll have my own room. Not in the same sense of ‘my room’ as it applied when I lived at my par­ents’ house, but a space where only I occupy and where I can dec­o­rate to my heart’s content.

I love my hus­band dearly, but we do not have the same dec­o­rat­ing tastes. He likes the wood pan­el­ing :huh?: . On color choices we usu­ally agree because we both pre­fer to stay with neu­trals. I’m a lit­tle more par­tial to blue, he’s a lit­tle more par­tial to black, we both like sil­ver, tans, and browns. Neither of us are into a color that the other really hates. 1

The first thing I want to do to the room is put some car­pet in, and get rid of the wood pan­el­ing and horse­hair plas­ter on the slop­ing wall. I also really want to put some sort of heat­ing vent, unit or what­ever in there, because as it stands that room doesn’t have any heat. Neither does our bed­room :cry: .

I’ve been brows­ing Pinterest for ideas to imple­ment in our new space. I’m excited that I’ll actu­ally be able to paint. No more white walls! Except I’ll have to essen­tially remove them and put up new dry­wall first and that’s just not in the bud­get at the moment.

Instead I’ve con­tented myself by dream­ing of what sorts of things I could do in my room.

I have too many inter­ests. I like a lot of things. I only really love a cou­ple hob­bies but there are more that I wish I had the space or time for, that until now I’ve mostly dis­carded as imprac­ti­cal or not for me.

All of a sud­den, faced with the prospect of hav­ing a room to spread out in, I’m think­ing I might be able to do all these things. I sin­cerely doubt the real­ity of that, but it doesn’t keep the thoughts at bay.

Question for the com­ments: Are you ever inun­dated with wish­ful think­ing for hob­bies that you’ll never actu­ally find the time to do?

  1. I am not a pink girl and that’s really the only color he objects to. ↩