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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Why didn't I think of this before?



Have you ever done something and can't for the life of you don't know why you haven't done it all along?  

Princess Leia is a very quirky cat.  She's skittish, but not afraid.  She tiny, but quick and she is so dainty but bold, she really is a mixed bag.  Both Boxer and Leia have this giant bed in the corner, about 4' x 4' over two foot off the ground, with a giant down comforter in it.  I designed the bed and my husband built it.  It is made out of small logs and so sturdy I can get into it and sit.  

Well, I started doing just that.  At first Leia didn't know what to think and wouldn't come near me.  Each time I did that she came closer and closer instead of taking off.  And then today I sat and brushed her in her bed and she loved it.  We have never had a really calm place to be alone and I always had a hard time brushing because she gets so crazy and I have just let it slide.  I couldn't tell you when I last tried to brushed her, maybe last year?  There's too many dogs in the other room for her to feel calm and not feel like she has to bolt in a split second if needed.  The dogs don't stay out long enough for any intimate alone time and usually when I come in the cats room, I'm on the computer.  (GUILTY!)  It was so awesome just to be tucked in our own little world, away from everything.  Leia was actually able to calm and quiet herself and her nervous energy and so was I.  Why had I never thought of this before?  It was such wonderful experience I can't wait to do it again.  Not to mention how beautiful Leia looks and how content she has been today.  

Yes, Boxer and Leia have every right to be mad at me.  I have not spent enough time with them being wrapped up in all the problems of our 6 dogs.  But now that the dogs are finally coming together and settling in their spaces, I've found more time and energy to be with the cats and that is such a blessing.  I know they've been pushed to the back burner and for cats with attitudes they are also so very forgiving.  I want nothing more than the best for them and now I finally have the chance to do that.  They are two very special cats that I don't want to take for granted another day and finally this year I am doing just that.

  We can't wait to catch up!

Friday, December 7, 2012

Special times together

Boxer here:

One of my favorite times of the day is when my servant is doing her stretches and yoga positions.  I can weave in and out of her as she moves or just sit quietly next to her cheering her on.  It gives us a break from fighting over my chair and my lap.  It's just nice having some time to ourselves without the help of Muttville.  And I think it's pretty cool.  :)

Besides somebody has to supervise!

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Point<---->Counterpoint

Point-BOXER'S MOM:

Look what I put up with!

I think I was born with dog in my veins.  Growing up with dogs, the extremes of our two dogs having a litter, and now with six dogs.  I get dogs.  Most of the time we are on the same level.  Their logic and reasoning most of the time makes sense to me.  I think they are much easier than most humans and more fun to be a part of their time here are Earth.  But cats...I'm still deeply confused.  I used to think I knew them.  I had three previous cats who were probably more like dogs and while they were simple cats, they were beautiful and just as complex, but I understood them.  They made sense to me.

Mr. Innocent
And then I got Boxer.

And it was like he was all wrong from the start.  Everything about him was wild as a tiger.  If I didn't know better he probably fits the description of a feral cat the way he acts.  So much of the time we are in a state of aggravation with each other.  He is bullheaded, large, dominating, pushy, and bossy.  My three cats before ruined me for what a cat could be like.  They were all quite laid back and mellow while Boxer is on the other side of the spectrum.  And he knows it.  He knows how to push my buttons and he can be a bully for getting what he wants.  I talked about cats energy before and Boxer's is so demanding and on throttle all of the time.  He drives me crazy sometimes.  It has been rather difficult since losing my heart cats to have the same kind of relationship with Boxer as I had with them.  And sometimes it is a struggle to let go and accept Boxer is Boxer. I really try, but I have trouble knowing how to communicate with the powerful force that he is.  I love him, but our aggravation game is getting in the way of knowing how to handle my emotions better.
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Counterpoint-BOXER:

And so it's like this...
She should have known I was different when I pooped on her lap on that first ride home.  There was no more Sparky (her just buried heart cat) and I was going to make sure I was nothing like him, I am me.  Oh, I made my point in several ways, climbing the drapes and screen door, I had more energy than I knew what to do with and I always found a way to use it!  Then she started calling me Sparky.  SPARKY!  MY NAME IS BOXER!!  I don't care if we were close in our looks, my mannerisms never strayed from who I am, Boxer.

Hell yeah, I'm mad!!
Then Claw died (other heart cat) and 9 days later you find the Princess Leia.  Then a month later a puppy, then 8 months later the oldest dogs dies, then six months after that there are ten puppies and two parent dogs taking over the house.  And now there is a total of six.  Hell yeah, I think I've got a right to have an attitude.  So if it means taking over your chair so that I'm guaranteed some one on one with you then so be it.  And if it means head butting your hands like crazy because you've spent most of the day with Muttville than suffer.  After all I love you and it's always your lap I want, alone, together with you.  And if that's what it takes, then that's what it takes.  I want my little piece of heaven with you too.  :)

     You want your spot??  Fight me for it!!

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Saturday, November 17, 2012

Kitty Radar or Canine?

Boxer's mom here:


Cats have such a different energy than dogs, don't you think?  Like they are at a higher frequency.  I know it has been said they are at a higher level than dogs and can have insight into other dimensions.  Yet while I find more of a spiritual connection with my dogs, I have experienced it with Boxer and Leia, but cats seem to be at a level I can't interpret as well as I can with my dogs.  Since I grew up with dogs, I instantly connected with them very young, learning and following their body language, but cats are still a mystery to me.  I started this blog to try to understand or at least learn what I could about those inner feline workings.

I'm taking you to your new kitty leader
I think I've got a grasp on Boxer, but Leia is like from a whole different universe.  I have no idea how to put the way she is into words, unless I made some up.  She is a conglomeration of spirits that seem to make up this creature that can't be describe, like an angel or an alien.  There isn't one word that fits her nor is there a group of words that can accurately capture her in full.  She is like an entirely different being.  And I constantly find myself in awe of her.  We still connect, we have our moments but honestly is still beyond my comprehension who she really is.  



My beautiful Heart Cat, Claw
I got Princess Leia 9 days after I buried my heartcat Claw.  Claw was female Siamese or at least part, except she looked like a grey tabby.  Leia is a full blooded Seal Point Siamese (your classic looking Siamese with dark face, legs, and tail and half dark/half tan body) After I brought her home, I quit grieving for Claw.  It was like Claw was right here with me, inside of Leia.  They could have been twins.  So it has been an odd yet comforting experience, no matter what level Leia may be at.  I could never describe Claw's personality to anyone either.  She had that same out-of-this-universe type of attitude and I could never really put my finger on it.

Try as I might I find it difficult to tune into the cats frequencies.  Sometimes I get it, I mean I really get it, like when we are alone and in rhythm, but I'm so dog orientated it is challenging to really synchronize with them.  That's why they think the dogs are rotting my brains.  mol!  They have been for many years, but I keep trying with the Boxer and Leia.  If they could just dial down a few notches then maybe I would only have a go up a couple to reach their world.  I know I won't stop trying if they keep giving me chances.  :)

So what about you, do you think cats have a higher radar than dogs?  Do you find it easier to connect with dogs or cats and why?

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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Is it summer yet?

She let me outside all summer to hang out with her and Muttville.  I know, I know, but I had to take what I could get.  Nothing like being rounded up by the mutts who tried to throw their superficial superiority over me.  No respect from those ruthless canines.  BUT, I did get to eat and vomit grass (my favorite), run around the yard and nap in the warm sun.  Now usually you've got to fight me away from an open door, but not at this time of year!

Testing...testing...

Are you kidding me???
It's friggin cold out here!!

What happen to the warm sunshine puddles and the gentle breeze and the little birdies and bugs to chase???

Someone wake me when it's spring.  :(

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Caption Princess Leia

Really?  Do I look like I want to be bothered?
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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Sensitive

She's been hugging all over them mutts.  More than usual.  Turns out there was a death in Muttville's extended family.  A pup from the litter, (yes there were 10 mini muttvilles running around at one time plus mom dog and dad dog-Muttville's looney bin) and anyways, one was hit by a truck and killed.

Now it isn't that I don't feel the sadness, but just as long as it doesn't mess up my lap time.  Especially now when she needs me most to be soft and caring and I can do that for her.  She's got the best lap in the house.

      Yea, I'm all mush inside, but don't ever repeat this or I may have to claw you.  

Monday, October 15, 2012

In My Defense

Boxer's "servant" here as he so likes to imply.  Have any of you cat owners ever had to deal with a large cat that constantly steals your seat and takes up the whole thing?  Have you ever had to move sixteen pounds of dead weight softly and gently that won't budge?  And then whines and cries like your physically hurting him?  It's crazy!!  I don't know how many times I have to fend for MY chair and not feel like I'm getting in a cat fight to get it back.  I don't mind sharing either, but that's just not in Boxer's vocabulary.

  Now just where am I suppose to sit Boxer?

The boy is stubborn, I'll give him that much.  But really how much is one owner suppose to take? 

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

The Throne

Do any of you felines have this problem with your servant?



My servant gets off of my throne so that I can take it back and then has the audacity to try and push me off at her return.  And this 16 pound king ain't moving.  Then she acts like I am imposing on HER!!  Does she expect me to regain my kingdom from Muttville while sitting in the little kiddie recliner she put on the other side of the room?  I hardly think so.  Beside I don't remember anything in the royalty manual about sharing the darn thing.  Unless of she's in it then I can still claim top position.  Refer to kings manual, under dominance rule #1, for top cat position, be above servant.

I can't take anymore battles with her.  All of this fighting over something should be mine anyways, deserves tuna and nap!

Monday, October 1, 2012

That Bitch!

You know how when you claim your servant's lap-you own it!  There is nothing more important than me at that moment and that's it.  That's all she needs to know.  Well leave it to Muttville to start gorging on her brains for control.

While I sat comfy and secure on my lap throne, one by one, the muttbutts wanted in and they wanted out, which meant I lost my throne every time she got up to tend to those needy muttbutts.  Who's the real king around here anyways?  Those slobbery mutts or this ruthless feline who could tear out all out Muttville's eyes with one swipe of my claws, but instead rely on my dignity and proper self control.  Something none Muttville will ever attain to...

Trying to recover from the embarrassment and humiliation of being ON THE FLOOR!!

So in order to make up for the Muttville door parade, my servant began grooming me with this fantastic soft bristle brush.  It was like insane ecstasy.  The rubbing, the purring, the brushing....And while I dance around on her lap I made sure all 18 claws were out, digging into her legs.  I wanted each needle to reach skin so as  to remind her I hadn't forgotten what she had done and to teach her a lesson with every little poke.  And that no matter how much to she tries to salvage the evening with this...crazy...brush....Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Maybe, just maybe you are forgiven.  
But just until you are done brushing me.
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All I need now is tuna and nap!!      

Friday, September 21, 2012

Just a good night

Ya know those times when you find just the right spot on your servant's lap and you seem to fit like tuna and nap?  That was us tonight.  Just snuggled down perfect.  

Of course you do realize that I had to head bump her arm when she went to take a drink of pop.  Just a little reminder, of who I am.

  











Boxer

Monday, September 17, 2012

The Nerve



Boxer here:

We cats have our own room to escape muttville.  With our kingdom size bed and big fluffy pillow.  And NO DOGS!!  So can you believe the nerve of our servant not to let us out today AND she left the outside door wide open, ALL. DAY. LONG, while we stayed lock away.

We're suppose to be indoor cats, but this was pushing it!

There will be hell to pay.

Right after my nap and tuna.

She will be sorry...AGAIN!!

We'll just see how many times I can run out the open door tomorrow when the mutt circus goes out!!  

Saturday, September 15, 2012

MOL!

We are two cats who are surviving a homefull of dogs and we have claws of attitude to prove it!  Check back with when our assistant finally gets her a$$ together.  You know how hard it is to find good help now a days.

I'll just take over her chair.  Let her bring on the fight!
Boxer and Princess Leia