21 posts tagged “hairless cat”

Apparently.

The cats alerted me to my new charge by meowing frantically out on the screen porch.  When I went out, I expected to see a bird, or another cat, or Teeny Bun, who was most recently seen skulking around the pampas grass.

Yes, it was Teeny Bun, and he'd gone in for the latest trend: falling into one of the many deep pits around my house.

So, down to the basement I go to find Teeny Bun hiding out in the same place Baby Boid did last year, when he fell into the window well.  Christ on a crutch.

Unlike Baby Boid, I didn't figure that Teeny Bun's Mom was going to come and feed him, and he does look like he's awfully small to be on his own.  Either way, he wasn't going to fly out of my window well, sooo...Redzilla to the rescue.

Tragically, there was no one to film the adventure that was me entrapping this impossibly small rabbit in a cardboard box.  You'll have to settle for a video of the rabbit-cat interaction.

Because it's been several days that I've seen him on his own, looking lost, and because the window well is deep, I figured I better bring him in and at least make sure that he's hydrated and not injured.

I did not bring him in just so I could look at his teeny-tiny-ness.  I did NOT!  Okay, fine, I put him in my bathtub with some water and some lettuce out of my garden in hopes that in a little bit I'll be able to go look at his cuteness.  Satisfied?

I've got a weird day today, with my schedule all out of whack.  Tons of things to do, not enough time, running against a deadline.  I am a little freaked out.  Then it rained all night, blew the power transformer in my back yard.  Lost power, which meant sump pumps stopped working, which meant craziness and anxiety and some water in the basement.  Finally, the power came back on, so I waded out into the marsh and reset the pumps.  I decided I deserved a treat, it had stopped raining, and I was already late for work, so I rode my bike downtown and got a baguette, so I could have cheese toast and cafe au lait for breakfast. 

I put the cheese toast on to grill, flipped it to brown the top, and then my phone rang.  All part of my crazy day.  Not enough for me to have craziness.  Other people want updates on my craziness.  When I came back from answering it, Sippy was sitting on the counter, right next to the red hot stove top.  She was hunched over the griddle, delicate little paws balanced just outside the scorched-crying-kitten-emergency-vet-trip zone.  What was she doing?  Licking the melted butter off the top of my cheese toast.

"GET OFF THE STOVE!" I shouted.

She looked up at me and then proceeded to take one-two-three more licks of melted butter before jumping down from the stove.  What can I say?  I ate the toast.

join Sippy in her paper bag.  Don't make her turn the yeemage up to eleven.

You'll note that she has strategically maneuvered the paper bag so that it captures all the hot air coming out the right side of the heater register.  Clever, evil kitten.

Say that five times fast and then watch this totally redonk video of Sippy's new hobby:

At any rate, Flanny and Sippy were.

And here's Flanny practicing her mad skillz.

Sipporah has an obsession with getting in my closet.  There's nowhere to really go inside my closet, so I have to guess that she just loves to be in the closet, hiding under my clothes.  Yet when I stuck my camera* in there to snap some pics, I found that she was in there critiquing my wardrobe.

Here she says, "Pull your skirt down, your geek is showing, Mac fangirl."

"What is this?  Are you planning to wear this?  With those boots?  I may just have to chew this up to prevent that fashion crime."

"Is this a tunic?  Gosh, I didn't realize Sharia Law Compliant was back in style this year."

"This is a nice skirt.  For me to poop on."
"Do I need to say it?  Are you going to make me say it? Fine.  I guess they had a big sale at Dress Barn^.  Just couldn't resist, could you, heifer?"

 
*These pics are courtesy of the fabulous new camera that Hubzilla bought me for my birthday.  It's a spiffy little Canon ELPH.  About the size of my cell phone.  It does about a hundred different cool things that I haven't figured out yet.

I finally finished "decorating" my office with an item I salvaged from the the Brain Tumor Hall moving extravaganza.

The English Department decided to part with this gem:

It's one of those serious wall maps that rolls up inside a steel tube that's a good three feet long.  I think it adds a certain something to my office.

I love all the various cat/mirror/light interplay going on in this pic.  (Here's my question--they invented anti-red-eye technology for cameras, but when will they invent anti-yeem technology?  After all, at least 35% of all photos taken in America are of peoples' cats.  Right?)

If you're wondering what sorts of things are on a Literary Map of New England, let me offer you a sample:

There you have it: Salem, MA, birthplace of Nathaniel Hawthorne, author of The Scarlet Letter.  Oh, and home of "Witchcraft."  Odd.