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Cat pictures! Cat video! Ilse! Ilse! Ilse!!!
chris. | 16 November 2011 | 9:06 am | cat stories | 3 Comments


Ilse came to live with us because her people moved to Japan.  Originally our friends were expecting to take all 4 of their cats, but by the saturday before they left they were having second thoughts about taking their 2 oldest cats.  That’s when Andy and i walked in — literally.  We stopped by the house to pick up a few more things and were greeted with, “Take whatever you want!  Everything must go!!”  Thinking they were still taking all 4 cats, i joked about grabbing one.  Thinking we still had 3 cats, our friend told us we couldn’t have one.

Andy had said he was feeling more ready to take another cat into our house, but he wanted to wait for exactly the right time.

Ilse, enjoying the bed

Ilse, enjoying the bed

Ilse’s been making herself right at home.  We started with a few days where she was sequestered in the bedroom and Andy and i slept upstairs in the loft.  By wednesday night we were sleeping in the bedroom and leaving the door open while we slept so Eleanor and Fergus could come in if they wanted to, tho’ i’d still close Ilse in the bedroom while i was at work.  I think friday of that week i left the bedroom door open when i left in the morning.  Then we threw a houseguest into the mix.

Ilse, enjoying the space heater

Ilse, enjoying the space heater

And she’s just taken it all in stride.  She seems to enjoy being around people, sometimes following me and purring when i come in after work.  She hopped into our houseguest’s lap while he was reading one afternoon.  The other cats will growl at her if she gets too close, but that “too close” distance is getting smaller bit by bit.  She rarely hisses and growls at them anymore, unless they’re right up in her grill — which can take awhile, because she has depth perception problems and sometimes simply doesn’t realize there’s another cat there.

At this point she pretty much has the run of the main floor of the apartment.  This morning, she was running around all of it like a rambunctious kitten.

We are completely besotted.

She can be hard to photograph because she turns her head just as the shutter closes, so here’s some video:

The Battle of the Cat Grass
chris. | 22 April 2011 | 10:17 pm | cat stories | 2 Comments

Our cats adore cat grass.  They go as crazy for the grass as they do for the weed1.  I have to hide the cat grass on top of the fridge during the day2 and only bring it out for brief periods at a time.  They all come running when i put it down, which is quite adorable.

Also adorable?  Sometimes a fight breaks out:

That’s Eleanor trying to get Fergus (the grey tuxedo cat) to lay off “her” grass.  Surprisingly, she gives up!  This doesn’t happen very often, but my boy Fergus is pretty stubborn.

Note:  Apparently i was listening to the “Katamari Damacy” soundtrack when this all went down.  Do your best, Fergus!

  1. By which i mean catnip. []
  2. And thank goodness Eleanor hasn’t figured out where it is, because i am absolutely certain she would attempt to jump up there, and then we would have no more wine goblets. []
Edward v. the lemon tree
chris. | 29 November 2010 | 9:10 pm | cat stories | 5 Comments

This is totally an experiment. I’ve never shot video nor uploaded it to the web!  This was shot on my phone, hence crappy quality.  It’s an .flv file and there should be a Flash player right below this paragraph.  The video’s pretty short — only 12 seconds.  Let me know what you think!  Story behind the video is below the player.

What’s going? Our (moderately huge) orange stripy cat Edward is trying to check out my Meyer lemon tree.  The hilarious part is that he refused to rest his paws on either the edge of the pot or on the dirt.  A fine technique, except that he’s 16 pounds and cannot easily balance all that weight over his 2 hind legs.  He did this for a full 2 minutes while my phone was out of reach and Andy and i could barely keep the laughter in.  I wish i could have shot some longer video, but i think he got wise to our snickering.