Cat Kids are Kids Too!

We are in the process of having a bathroom floor replaced, and to repair one spot, they had to put thin set (essentially concrete) over a space of about two square feet around the toilet drain. that being done, Mary Ann and I went to the store to decide on the new tile. When we got back, Mary Ann went to check on how the thinset was drying. There she learned that cat kids are kids too ... because set into the thinset were about twenty paw prints. At least they didn't try to write their names.

Raising Feline Literacy

We've all heard a lot about the issues with literacy in the United States, and so I think that in this time of an upcoming election, its appropriate to be alert to opportunities to help with this issues. This morning I had one such opportunity, and Id like to share my thoughts with you on the subject.

Our bookcases have full length glass doors which help to keep them dust free and more attractive. Without them one of us (I wont mention my name) tends to do things like put books in the long way so they stick out if there is something that this person wants to remember. While this might be quaint, and works for Dumbledore, it is a real eyesore in an actual home. Anyway, since weve gotten these bookcases, the issue seems to have magically disappeared.

This morning however, Mary Ann was getting a book to show me something, and left the doors to one of the book cases open. I was quite surprised to see each of the cats go over to the open bookcase, look carefully at the selection on the bottom row, and even paw around to see if there was something of interest to them. None of them actually tried to pull a book out, but that could be because of the subject matter which is woodworking and home repair. So, Ive learned that cats do have a great interest in books, and that it may be that they are only interested in certain subjects.

So, Im going to think about what kinds of books they might like, and see what happens if I stock the shelves with them. Im thinking stuff like "The Cat in the Hat," "The Borrowers," "The Field Guide to Mice and other Rodents," and "Of Mice and Men."

Will let you know how this turns out. In the meantime, I'm not really feeling too bad about not working to increase their access to books in the past. Who knew they could even read?

Names

With three cats in the house, we have all kinds of confusion as if we didnt have enough already. Of course each of the cats have a name, but there are lots of combinations that occur. So that when Mary Ann asks who is crying (yes, they do cry a lot) it can be one or all or a combination. I wonder if it might be more efficient if we had names for the combinations, so it would make things more clear and efficient. For example, when I write to my kids and Alex Ive started signing my name as Chad (a contraction of Chip and Dad). So lets see what might be necessary and possible as an answer to who is making noise in the kitchen:


Potential Names
Marley: Same
Lucky: " or Lucky Duck
Powder Puff: " or PP, or P Puff

Marley + Lucky: Mucky, LeeLee, Luckly, LucknLee
Marley + Powder Puff: Muff, PowderLy, Marpuff, MarleyPuff
Lucky + Powder Puff: Puffduck, Lucky Puff, PowPuck

Marley, Lucky and Powder Puff: MarLuckPuff, Lee the Lucky Powpuff, PP LeeLee, the 3 little piggies, Puffy, etc

So this could lead to perfectly efficient and clear responses like:

The 3 little piggies are ready to eat.
Mucky were chasing PP and she crashed into the door.
Puffduck were rubbing up against each other and knocked over the broom.
LeeLee were playing when PP arrived and Muff split off. So when Lucky Duck ran around the corner the 3 little piggies collided.
LeeLee learned that PP was wet.
Marley was in the cereal and knocked Lucky Puff over.

See how easy and clear this could be?

Feeding Change

Well, I think we may be evolving into a final feeding format (FFF). Most recent changes:

• Marley allows the others to eat near him (we hadn't tried before so this may not be a change)
• Lucky and Powder Puff eat in the kitchen with him
• I've had to try a couple of different feeding layouts
• They are all eating wet food, and the same kind (thank God!)

Lucky, who used to be thin as a rail like Powder Puff has now grown and put on weight so that he is just about as big as Marley (13 lbs). He looks great with a beautiful coat, and Id like to send a picture of him, but since he is darker than a stealth fighter jet, none of the details come out unless I doctor the picture and make him look like he is made of dark sand (he's not though). Lucky's appetite is second only to Marley's, but he is less pushy than Marley, at least until the food is in the dish.

Marley is the most proactive about meal time. You've read before about him taking his alarm clock duties seriously and he is just as persistent with his interest in all things food. I should note that Marley is not offensive about food, but he is very interested, and thus wants to be in on the action until he is sure his food is being prepared. He will get up on the counter as his food is being prepared, and usually will get out of the way in the pass through and watch carefully until the food is being dished out. At that point he will carefully walk over to where the dishes are, take a quick sniff to make sure its his food, then jump down to the floor so as to be sure to guard his spot.

One quick side note - all the cats appear like magic in the kitchen if Mary Ann or I are in there moving around (and they have had some time to fight and sleep off their last feeding frenzy). Marley will watch or if he is really hungry get kind of annoying by following us from place to place trying to rub up against our hands and arms as we are trying to do something. This is also the time that Marley will be in non-stop purring mode, with brief pauses to give us a plaintive request for food. Lucky will find a high spot and watch to see what he might be able to get. (the other night I walked into the kitchen and he was sticking his head in a bowl of popcorn, grabbing some in his teeth, and eating it off the counter... then repeat.)

Powder Puff will pretty much remain on the floor, looking for any opportunity to rub up against the other cats (yes, Marley now lets her do that) and if they arent available, rubbing against solid objects. She is so timid that she doesn't often rub up against us.

Lucky usually stays at a distance of a few feet, but its also plain that sometimes he tries to take Marley's place of honor in the feeding pageant.

So Mary Ann discovered that they could eat together peacefully, and I refined the dish layout to ease tensions (Marley would have to stop and check the others out after each bite. This also makes the cleanup area smaller and a little quicker to those of us waiters who must serve the food with speed and finesse.

Unfortunately, there is still a little bit of a mad scramble to see who gets what bowl, but I can handle that ... so far. At this point the routine settles pretty quickly:

• Marley sets about like a man with a mission - head down, professional, and no wasted effort.
• Lucky attacks his wet food like a vacuum cleaner - I dont know if he has time to taste it. This is the same as he was with just dry food.
• Powder Puff is interested in her food, but follows a lady like routine. She doesnt gulp (although she does lick up all of the gravy first), she is quiet and more refined, doesnt like to eat the big pieces, and quits when she is full or is scared away (by things such as the trash can lid opening or almost anything else.
• Marley keeps going, looking as if he is trying to lick the surface of the bowl off. If Powder Puff leaves for any reason, he will abandon what he has left and go get hers, then come back to finish his own. When he finishes his own, he will then go to sniff at Powder Puffs if she is still eating. This will usually cause her to leave (he really doesnt force himself on her - she just is too skittish).
  
• Marley always finishes his wet food first, and then looks to see if he can get any more from the others dishes. As a last resort he goes to his dry food.

So, let me see if I can show you a diagram of the feeding layout. Next up (probably): there's a new fighting king in the making.

Cat Toy Tips

Im not convinced that our cats are like any other cats in the world, but with the holidays coming up, I thought Id share with you some of the toys our cats have delighted in. You might want to invest in these and see how yours like them. One thing I have found is that every cat has different specifics even if they tend to cluster along common veins. Heres my list:

1.) Toilet bowl box. This appears to be a favorite with all of them. I had to replace our toilet, and knew better than to immediately get rid of the box. I just reclosed one end and waited to see what happened. Powder Puff took to it first, and spent the entire evening fighting with it, in it, around it etc and brought other items to play with it as well. Next it was used by all to hide in to get away or to lure and launch attacks from. This morning Lucky almost woke Mary Ann up from the racket he was making with the box.

2) a pea. Perhaps not the toy you might think of immediately. I accidently discovered this one when I decided to see if Lucky (our one cat who reliably wants any of our food) would like to eat one of these. Being somewhat on the immature side myself, I couldn't resist trying. I rolled the pea to him, and he took one sniff of it then batted it off the table and was after it. At this point I began to regret the whole thing. I could tell you about it, but to save time suffice it to say that I never saw the pea again. The downside to this type of toy is the fact that you are essentially hiding garbage around your house. Think about this before you try it.

3) Laser light. They never seem to tire of this one. Its the never to be caught bug, and even after Marley knew it would appear when we picked up the laser light, and he looks to us when the click sound is made as we turn it off, he still can't resist it. My advice - don't point it in their eyes, and keep it just out of their reach. I suspect that you will get tired of it long before they do.

4) a plastic Starbucks cup top swizel stick. I have no idea what attracts them to this, but they love to play with it in the inside door mat. Maybe the way it makes noise, maybe the way it slides or maybe they are just part of the Starbucks craze.

5) a straw (the ones that can be bent seem to be best). Light, easy to carry and somewhat unpredictable when you drop or sling them, these can be a lot of fun. They are even nicely chewy.

7) Shoe laces Only one of our cats is facinated with laces, particularly the tips, so you wil just have to see what yours think on this one.

8) Shoes. Cats seem to love shoes - they can chew on them, get inside them, pounce on them, put things in them to try and get, and even drag them around. Personally I don't really get it. I will tell you that its no where near as fun to watch when you need that shoe.

9) Insects, reptiles and small mammals. To cats these are the most important things, and often very challenging. I would suggest you at all costs avoid allowing these as toys. You do need to remember though that cats have a deep seated need to catch anything they can, and will often bring their prize to you when successful. If the victim was in the house, you can be glad it was discovered even if you might want another method of getting rid of it. If it was outside, I suggest you not let the cat in the house with it. When ours bring some poor soul to our door, we tell them what a great job they did, but that they cant bring it in the house. Ususally this means they drop it and it scampers away which in my mind makes everyone win.

10) things to push off high places. Well, this isnt really a toy you can get them, but you should recognize that when you leave anything on a high place, its potential for a toy is greatly magnified. And cats seem to enjoy the effects of gravity on them.

11) Throw rugs or light door mats. These cat toys provide tremendous entertainment and can also serve a function. They are a place you can let your cat scratch, and unlike any other thing you approve for your cat to scratch on, it fights back by bending and folding towards them which is of course a big "fight me" signal to the cat. Often they can be on, under or around these (and sometimes all at the same time) while play fighting. They can also be great places to play with other objects when the other objects try to hide (or are placed) under the mat. One sure fire distraction for a cat is to put a toy just under the edge and watch them go for it. The downside to this toy is that it is mostly left in an unkempt position, and may represent a tripping hazard to everyone else.

12) Plastic Bottle screw on caps. One of the biggest advantages of this toy is its ease of portability as well as its ability to slide on hard floors like a air hockey puck. So, say you have an empty toilet bowl box lying in the middle of your living room floor, and your cat tires of batting and chasing the bottle cap all over your tile floor in the other room. She can quickly and easily pick it up in her mouth and carry it to the box, and there it becomes a brand new toy that hides in and around the box as the cat jumps, spins and snakes a paw around the box parts.

13) Playing with your cat. One way to ensure quality one on one play time with your cat is to have them participate in the ritual of changing the sheets on your bed. This can be wildly entertaining for you both although your entertainment may only last a few minutes...

There are lots more of ideas out there, and they dont have to cost you an arm or a leg. One suggestion - watch out for cats falling asleep under the bedcovers after their playtime...

Parental Manual Part 1: Are they eating right?

Let me summarize previous comments like they do on TV:

Previously on the Hines Cat Blog regarding feeding:

1. Marley is biggest, eats anything as long as it is seafood in gravy, then looks for food left by the others. After eating his wet food, will eat any of theirs before starting his own dry food. Like me, he can always eat. There are exceptions
2. Lucky is lean and growing, and goes through his dry food like a chainsaw on speed. He doesnt want wet (cat) food, but watch the poultry being prepared for our dinner. He eats fast and hard, gets full and doesnt need more. THere are exceptions
3. Powder Puff is finicky, eats little, often just licking the gravy from her wet food. She seems like she wants to eat if only we could provide something good. There are exceptions.

If they dont like the food:

1. Marley will wait to eat it last, and wont like it, but he will eat it anyway as long as it is his universe of acceptable food. This universe is expanding as he comes to appreciate the other cats tastes.
2. Lucky wont eat it. He will sometimes check out the food of the other cats, but always has the same reactions - a disgusted look on his face and then he scratches the floor towards it as if to say "I've GOT to bury this stinking mess!"
3. Powder Puff will briefly look at it or sniff it, then walk away and look up at me as if to say, "Isn't there something decent to eat?" You can't tell when this will happen - It could be her reaction to the same kind of food that she just devoured (an exception) yesterday.

On todays episode - Chip breaks down

Today started out okay. Marley did his normal supervisory overview which is to say he jumped up just out of arms reach of me and perched on the kitchen pass through to watch my progress. Im not sure how he seems to know when I get to his food, since I prepare all the dishes before I give any out, but sure enough, as I start on his food, he looks carefully to be sure its his, then walks through my preparation area with a quick sniff of the food then jumps down to anxiously await delivery.

Lucky does his best to help by swirling between my legs and almost tripping me whenever I have to move. Usually he will jump up to see mostly to prove he can and has the right to do so, then gets down and starts a-swirling. Powder Puff exponentially adds to this confusion by simultaneously trying to also rub up against my legs while trying to rub up against Lucky. For me it seems like Im standing in swirling flood waters, and I think of all the warnings about not moving through flood waters, but, like all those who foolishly proceed, I do have to move around to get the food done.

So this morning I finish prep work, put Marleys food down and he sets to it: guiet, professional, a man who knows what he is doing, and do it he does. He is efficient, and even places his body in a position that protects his food from the others. Lucky and Powder Puff go instantly from mid swirl to see if their food is being put down. THis used to concern me because I thought Marley would fiercly defend his food, but as they are trying to get around him I stand up, grab their bowls and call them as I walk to their eating place. Suddenly they are on board, and follow me to the annointed place. As I get ready to put down the food the black (Lucky) and white (Powder Puff) swirling activity has a dizzing effect which complicates me predicting when to put each bowl down to be sure they get their intended food. Once the food is there, things sort out quickly, Lucky turns on his eating buzz saw and eats like a vacuum cleaner on speed.

Powder Puff is the problem child. She eats her food normally just barely enough to leave me wondering why I cant interest her in food most of the time. If its true that she is trying to be a super model, she is succeeding in being skinny enough, and she probably purges later. Mostly she hardly eats at all, I have to defend her food from Marley until I am convinced she isnt going to eat more, then just let nature take its course.

Last night Mary Ann explained to me what I ought to do for Powder Puff since she had loved the food she got yesterday. Today was a different story. Not only didnt she want it, but in an unprecedent moved, actually scratched at it eventually. I tried several ways of presenting it to her but

She did not like it on the floor
She did not like it by the door
She wouldnt eat it on a mat
She wouldnt eat and that is that

I tried to tell her that if she ate
Surely she would think its great
I even told her it was clam
I pulled my hair and bald-I-am

Nothing seemed to work with her, and as I was just giving up, I looked up and saw 6 eyes staring at me with "I need to eat" written in their expressions. So I did what every parent has done some time when they are at the end of the rope - I gave them treats, and since they are Greenies, they must have some nutrition in them right?

Congratulations to the Happy Couple!

...and I dont mean Amy and Alex, I mean Mary Ann and I, who are now the proud grandparents of a brand new kitten named Gyptian. Amy and Alex got him a few days ago, and he is about as cute as a button! I dont mean to imply that Amy and Alex arent happy, because they are, but well, to be blunt, this blog is all about me.

We had pictured this little cute thing that is quiet and sleepy - after all his older "sister" Ashley (actually not related) is like that - a little shy, very vocal, but otherwise quiet and sedate, even regal. Gyptian on the other hand is 100mph cute. He is afraid of nothing, and lives his life as if everything is new, fun and adventurous - hey, maybe I ought to look at things that way!

Ashley seems to have taken the new arrival as older sisters sometimes do - she wants nothing to do with him and views him as an invading force that has disrupted her quiet peaceful lifestyle. My one experience with the two of them together (Gyptian in a crate) involved Ashley wanting to leave the room but being afraid to look away from the danger, and when we picked her up and brought her within sight of the crate she began to hiss - something Ive never heard her do before. In the long run I think that Gyptian will be good for Ashley, but the adjustment period will be a little slow.

In the meantime, while Amy and Alex go through the yin and yang of a life change, Mary Ann and I can just be proud grandparents.

Our Cats Need Supervisory Training

In my work career, Ive had great supervisors and terrible ones. This morning, as Mary Ann was feeding the cats, I heard her say "So, you all are here to supervise my work, are you?" and I realized how insightful that comment was. Not only do they act like supervisors during food preparation times, but they are pretty poor at the job. Let me show you what I mean.

I should say one thing in their behalf - feeding time to them is like a publication deadline with a major story still being finalized - high stress, very important, and fear of a poor outcome.

Since I "work" with these cats every day, and I dont want to hurt our relationship, I've changed their names in this story to protect their identities. "Flower Stuff" is probably the best of the lot, but by saying that I really mean she is the least worst. She stays close, watches our work carefully, is in the way whenever we turn around, sends out body language vibes but is less of a proactive bad supervisor in other ways.

"Clucky" cant help himself. He has to know what is going on, and gets real frustrated if he cant be right there. When this impulse overcomes his better sense, he is right in the middle of things, checking every little detail and constantly getting in the way. He is like the supervisor who feels that he needs to check every little thing you do, and is so much in the way that the product delivery is delayed and tempers get short.

"Charley" is in the middle. He does emit the aura of the supervisor, and exerts his rights to monitor what is going on. For the most part, he stays out of arms reach (barely) and silently observes, but when he senses that his portion of the work is almost done, he swoops in to check and be sure. He does know that this is all disruptive, and is willing to observe from a distance but he does this from a strategic view slightly above our work surface where our every move is under his gaze, and he cant resist that final check. At least he does just check the product and then goes on to wait for delivery, confident that our work is just about finished.

Since 'Charley's" work product is delivered first, 'Clucky' and "Flower Stuff" run in and check the work, and if they approve cautiously see ifthey can use "Charley's" product. THen, as they realize their own products are being delivered, they are constantly underfoot, slowing the delivery of their own end products. A little bit of chaos ensues as they check to be sure that the other's product isnt preferable (it NEVER is, but they check anyway) and then they settle in, accepting their own product.

I suppose then its time for our coffee break as we finally have the bosses off our backs!

One final note lest you think that this is as simple a process as it should be. Our feeding routine is complex and requires a deft touch, for nothing in our household is done the easy way. It involves 5 feeding bowls, two types of food (wet and dry) three flavors - two of which must vary every day and cant be the same, one voracious mouth that will eat only one thing but goes at it full force, one voracious mouth that will eat anything as long as its seafood IN GRAVY and isnt the same as the last time, and one who is terribly skinny and while acting hungry doesnt seem to want much of anything. We also have to make sure that there isnt fighting and that "Charley" lets others eat their fill before he eats their food too. For the most part, Charley doesnt allow food to sit around and be munched on throughout the day. In fact, he likes his wet food best and eats it immediately, and protects it. When he finishes, he then goes and checks to see if anything is left ot the others foods, sometimes waiting for them (or most likely us) to get out of the way. He will then eat their leftovers, and eat their dry food first, saving his dry food for after he finishes theirs. While they all act like the three little piggies before a meal, only 'Charley' and Clucky' eat their food like there is no tomorrow, and only 'Charley' keeps at it until its all gone.

So even in retirement we are just like you with bad, untrained supervisors getting in our way as we try to do the right thing for them. But at least we love our little supervisors...

Feeding Frenzy

Of all the times of the day, first thing in the morning is when Im at my worst. Its been like this for a long time, and I have tried to take measures to limit exposure to me from other folks until I am steady on my feet. Ive (more than once) taken a scoop of coffee intended for the coffee maker and put it in the dog dish, then spent a minute or so just looking at it, realizing that something is wrong, but not being able to figure out what. While I may have wasted coffee and dog food, at least it never got to the point that the dog had the option of eating it, and I never did go so far as to put pet food in the coffee pot....yet.

All this is to give you an idea as to the challanges that face me in the morning when Marley gets me up, and Ive managed to get through a constantly swirling mass of cat bodies to the kitchen where they expect to be fed RIGHT NOW. Its gotten worse recently since they have started changing the whole food ritual, and I dont do well with change at that hour of the morning.

It all started out with Marley, who was kind enough to have well established rules for food, and these rules didnt change. I did pretty well with that. Marleys only real variable was when he wanted to eat as related to when I wanted to feed him. His rule was inviolate - he ALWAYS wanted to eat. He would undertake strategies sometimes to trick me into feeding him early, and harass me for food constantly, but the habit became ingrained and I didnt have too much difficulty. Marley's actual canned food preferences were pretty simple: it had to be seafood of some sort, and it had to be in gravy (not sauce, not just meat, not pate). You could count on the fact that if the can said something that was just seafood and had the words "in Gravy" on the label he would eat it like a vacuum cleaner and hope for more. He would also get a small amout of dry food, and that again could not vary by brand, flavor or consistency.

So in come our new cats, and my blurry early morning world fell apart. Lucky and Powder Puff were both pretty emaciated looking, and Lucky acted in accordance with that view - he made Marley look like a slow eater, and has become the most consistent of the eaters. Put a dish of dry food in front of him and hes off to the races. If you were to ask me what would be a good sound to describe his eating process Id say a chain saw. And he is my favorite, because thats all he wants and he is as happy as a clam. In fact, sometimes he goes over to Powder Puffs bowl and take a whiff which makes him put on a disgusted face and immediately try to bury her food. He does have one quirk, but since it isnt in the morning, Im not worried. If he can get at chicken or turkey destined for people, he will go right after it - raw or cooked. We have to keep a wary eye out for him during dinner preparation, but Im better prepared to handle this at that hour. Lucky has responded well to his food, is strong and no longer looks emaciated

Powder Puff has presented a little more of a challange. She doesnt eat much. Like Marley, she also likes gravy, although at first she would only eat the gravy. Weve tried the pates the sauces, etc, and she likes in gravy the best. Her appitite has improved somewhat, but it isnt consistent, and as you will see, I still dont have it right.

We started her with just dry food like Lucky, and she would eat a little, then leave, after which at some point one of the boys would polish off her food. She would then ask for more on occasision, but we learned that most of any more would end up being eaten by the bottomless pits that are her brothers. So we settled into a routine with a little canned food and a little dry food. The key phrase here is "settle into a routine" because at that point I can deal with it. But it wasnt to be. Some days she polishes off all of her canned food, some days nothing but the gravy, and it doesnt appear to relate to what is in the can.

One blessing we have is that there isnt any fighting over food in the house. The one constant is the dry food, which they all eat, but in separate bowls, something I started when the other cats were new, and we didnt know how Marley would handle this.

So last week Powder Puff does the unthinkable. When I put down Marleys canned food, she immediately goes to it, and despite the fact that it is seafood, eats greedily. Marley and I are both staring with our mouths open, and Lucky is wondering where his food is. Finally Marley settles in and begins to eat his dry food, something he has never done first. I finish putting down the rest of the food but my morning tranquility is shattered. we havent had a repeat of this, but instead, Marley has started eating her canned food leftovers, something you couldnt have forced him to eat a few months ago.

There are a whole series of these dynamics which are evolving and serve to make my early mornings more difficult. Lucky is challanging Marley for the "power Position" on the pass through where they can watch to make sure I am preparing their food; Marley has learned that if he eats his canned food, he can then cautiously go to the other cats food and eat their dry food while saving his dry food for last, etc, and all the while I have to be sure that Powder Puff is getting enough to eat without letting the boys go hog wild on any food she leaves.

Regardless, its too early for me to deal with appropriately. As long as I keep the pet food out of the coffee I guess I can deal with it though...

Screams from the Examining Room

Let me get it over with ... Marley hated his visit to the vet, and made sure everybody in a 4 block radius knew about it. Our two stray cats dont like trips to the vet, but are compliant and don't make a fuss. Marley more than made up for the both of them.

And the thing that gets me is that EVERYBODY tried to make it nice for him. He was "just" there to get checked for feline leukemia and to get a vaccination. I'll tell you one thing, from the sounds emanating from that room, people outside must have been picturing that cartoon cat who has his paw in an electrical outlet with his fur standing up and all four legs extended while he shrieked.

Marley hates getting in the crate, and complained all the way to the vets. He was quiet in the waiting room, but then he wouldn't come out when we went into the examining room. The assistant foolishly tried to drag him out but had to give up. So I reached in, and by tilting the crate was able to slide him down and out. So I scooped him up to give him fatherly comfort. He immediately started growling. The assistant tried to give him the "nice kitty" pet and so Marley stood back, hissed loudly and swatted at her. She wisely retreated, and we considered alternatives while we listened to Marley growling like a 60's era high performance race car with no muffler.

We were beginning to suspect that there may be a problem. The assistant very professionally explained to us that this sort of thing happens, but that they handle it, and although it may get a little distressing to us, we shouldn't worry because cats sometimes get like this. As she comes a little closer while explaining that I should be careful as to how I hold him because cat bites aren't good, Marley sits up, hisses, bites me in the hand (luckily he was just sane enough to realize it was me and barely broke the skin) then swatted and hissed again.

The vet walks in and stops. Clearly this guy is a veteran because he knows somethings up. He asks if we think Marley will allow him to do a little exam, and we tell him that we seriously doubt it. So the plan is to give him an injection that will knock him pretty much out in just a few minutes and can be reversed just as quickly. We all agree this is best.

There is, of course, the little matter of getting the injection in ... and I'm just hoping the vet doesn't ask me to do it. Everybody is looking like they feel the same way. The vet goes to get the shot, and the assistant,  still looking professional although perhaps a little pale, explains that she will put a towel over Marley and hold him down while the vet gives the shot. We shouldn't worry even though it might seem a little severe. Mary Ann and I look at each other in a way that says "do you think this is as unlikely to work as I do?" But we get ready.

I'm still holding Marley when the vet returns with a professional smile on his face and a needle in his hand. Its time for the pros to go to work, so the assistant closes in with the towel and clamps down on Marley, I quickly add my hands to help, and the vet moves in towards what has now become a writhing, snarling, howling towel-wrapped devil. The vet courageously moves in, someone bares Marley's hindquarters, and the Vet sticks the needle in.

To actually grasp what happens next, you must take a few minutes to remember the most scary scenes from the Exorcist. As the needle goes in, Marley s shrieks grew from the strength of a human adult yelling to something from the bowels of hell. It was so loud that I'd swear that the window glass rattled, and at the same moment suddenly all four of us were thrown back as the tornado under the towel unleashed his true force, then used this moment to levitate out from under the towel and fly to the floor where in a shower of hisses and snarls, he ran under a bench affixed to the wall.

We all looked at each other. The vet wiped sweat from his brow, and with a forlorn look explained that he hadn't been able to get the shot in. I felt like I was going to cry.

The assistant moved around the table and towards the noises coming from under the bench. She tried to move in with the towel, but Marley was having none of it. He had found the one hard-to-get at-me place in the room, and he was prepared to defend himself. As she moved in, he was hissing like a deranged steam locomotive, and his paws were swatting so fast they could hardly be seen. If you've ever seen a martial arts movie where the fighters supposedly move their limbs so fast that the air whistles, you will know what I mean when I tell you we heard the real thing.

The vet thinks for a moment, and suggests that we push his crate under one end of the bench to force him out the other and block his retreat back there, but the crate wont fit and its looking pretty dangerous to get within a crates length of him anyway. The vet then looks at the amount of serum in the needle, and decides that he doesn't have enough and tells us he will be right back. The assistant explains to us that they may need to use a special device to help restrain him that they occasionally have to use. I'm thinking they might actually need the Marines, or perhaps artillery.

As the vet walks back in, the assistant kind of quietly says something to him like "should we use the green net... I explained to them about it." But the vet has a different plan. He has brought a classic piece of technology specifically used to flush out a cat. Its called a broom. So the assistant gets positioned at one end of the bench with the towel (no, I cant explain the confidence they have in a towel) and the vet, using all of the veterinary skills he learned at school, goes in with the broom from the other end.

Marley is pushed to the far end, and although its hard to hear anything with his screams, he puts up a good fight, but cant seem to cause much damage to the broom bristles with his claws, teeth and hissing, and is eventually pushed out the other end of the bench. You will pardon the expression if I say that the assistant put the towel on him and POUNCED, holding him down with all her might. He writhed and thrashed and loudly complained but she had him. The Vet was no longer explaining and showing where the needle would go - he just pushed it right through the towel into Marley, gave him a high decibel inducing injection, and both the vet and the assistant backed off. Marley immediately quieted since he was obviously effectively hidden - he couldn't see anyone and no one was touching him.

If he wasn't moving, none of us wanted to bother him. The vet said he would be back in a few minutes, and in the meantime, we should not do anything to excite him while the shot took effect. Mary Ann and I sat down on the bench, both relieved that we wouldn't have to risk ourselves by checking under the towel.

The rest of the visit is a little anticlimactic. Despite the fact that there was no movement under the towel except for breathing, everyone agreed that we should give him a little extra time to go under. In the 5 or so minutes that took place after the shot, a magical transformation took place because when they pulled off the blanket that crazy monster had turned into our sweet little Marley, eyes open but completely zonked out. When they picked him up off the floor, what had looked like a little vomit from the trauma turned out to be a giant pile of vomit that he zonked into and had to get cleaned up a bit.

At that point, he wasn't complaining, so he got his full physical in addition to the specifics we had him there for. When all was done, the vet gave him another shot, poured him back into his crate and we waited for him to wake back up outside. This also took only a few minutes, and he was calm but awake and moving by the time the results came in.

So we made it through the visit, and I only have one scar, and it didn't bleed much at all, even less than the one the assistant got. And I wouldn't have been surprised to see a line "hazardous duty pay" on the bill, but there wasn't one. The vet did say that we should bring him back within 6 months to get his teeth cleaned.

I'll bet that the vet will be watching for an appointment to be made so he can put in for a vacation day!

Views from the Hines house

Indignities

It seems like one of the situations that caused a number of indignities is finally over at our house. I'm speaking of out and out harassment of anyone using the litter box. For some reason since our adoptive cats entered the scene, the litter box has been a scene of constant drama.

If the cats saw another go into the litter box, or if they even heard the scratching that goes on in there, they would immediately respond. At first it seemed to be just curiosity and they would put their heads in and see what was going on, but that didnt last long. The cats recognized that the user was essentially trapped, and was a great target. Sometimes this meant just standing and staring at them from outside. Often it meant hiding out of sight and startling the user when they exited. Sometimes it meant standing outside and batting at the user while they were about their business.

All of these strategies had their effect, and the users began to adopt methods to minimize their risks. Using the box in quiet times, especially when the others were dozing, was probably the most effective. Sometimes they would use the box and keep their head sticking out to watch for impending attacks. Most of the time after they finished they would look around for anyone lying in wait, and even if they didnt see anything, they would dash out and around to be sure they didn't get attacked. In the meantime all this made any use of the litter box a nervous, and sometimes traumatic experience.

Thankfully, this seems to have come to an end, perhaps because we let them all out on occasion so they work off more energy. I haven't seen this much bathroom drama since we had teenagers in the house...

Preying Pets

Today was an interesting day. While the plumber was working on our bathtub, having opened a big hole in the wall, Lucky came to the door holding a bird in his mouth. After he stood for a few minutes, he realized he cant bring his prey into the house, so he went to the side of the door and dropped the bird by the bushes. Suddenly it came to me - he always is in that area - it must be where he keeps his serial killing trophies. This time he was foiled though. Mary Ann retreived the bird and it was alive and responsive. We took it to a woman who does rescue stuff, and she thinks that the bird is okay, but has lost most of his wing feathers as a result of Lucky pouncing on his wings and holding him down. So the bird is off our hands. On the way back, we saw that one of her neighbors has a zebra grazing in their front yard.

After the initial hoopala was over, and the plumber and I are walking back to the hole in the wall by the tub, Marley sticks his head out of the hole having apparently concluded his investigation. When we got him out, he was covered with dust and other debris.

In the meantime, after having gotten his bird, and shown Mary Ann where it was, Lucky was so impressed with himself that he sprinted in circles around the back yard in a clear display of what a magnificant hunter he is. Lucky is now sleeping it off in the corner. Maybe Im imagining it, but I think his head has gotten a little bigger. I thought I should probably keep track of this since it seems to be a therme, so here is a table of the cat activities (we know about) since coming here:


Successful Hunts ......Marley......Lucky......Powder Puff
(note - we dont condone this, but we cant stop it either)

Birds .............................0...............1.................0
Geckos...........................0...............5.................2
Rats...............................0...............0.................1
Snakes...........................0...............1.................0
Insects (est) .............500.............10.................1

Will keep you up on this...

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Guessing Life's Ambitions

Everyone has ambitions in their life, and aside from your own personal ones, you follow those of your children. Often however, these are a little difficult to determine. This morning I had a little inspiration as to what might be the ambitions of our cats.

Marley seems to have settled into the life of the alpha cat in our house. He has new found things to do such as playing with the others, going outside (we only recently allowed this) and, now maintaining the proper order of things in the house. He exerts his authority several ways. First, he sleeps at the foot of our bed, and although he will occasionally allow Lucky with us, he doesnt allow Powder Puff except up at the top of our bed. He feels he has the right to jump up and monitor the job I am doing in putting together the feedings. He has learned to stay out of my way when he does this now, and stays up just until he is sure that I am making HIS food, then jumps down to receive.

Im less sure what Lucky wants to do with his life. He is certainly the most outgoing of the bunch, is a bundle of energy, and has become a force of nature in the house. He still acts like an adolescent, so much so that Ive determined that Lucky's first name must be "Happygo" He certainly hasnt selected the life of a domesticated cat yet, although that will be part of his life. I could see him going away to college and joining a caternity where he would certainly be the life of the party. He is an avid hunter, but isnt a killer, and is one to be watched and envied, but Im not sure he is a born leader. I can see others following him by example, but I dont see him taking on the responsibiity of leadership. In the military he would probably be in the special forces. He might end up as a sports figure, and most likely it would be a rugby or lacrosse player. But I think we need a little more growth to see where he is going.

Powder Puff clearly has ambitions, despite being quiet and mostly meek. She also has a little of the devil in her, and is willing to play, but pretty much only on her own terms. I have noticed a few of her ways that leads me to believe that she has ambitions of becoming a super model. First, she is lean and sleek, and maintains her self with adequate rest and exercise. Second, she eats very little. She often acts very hungry but then doesnt eat a lot. She comes to the table acting ravenous but then eats just a little meat and polishes off the gravy. She wears dark eye (and nose) makeup although at her age it isnt well applied. But the thing that really set off the light bulb in my head is what she does first thing in the morning when all the cats gather in our room while I get up to get them breakfast. The boys watch attentively and prowl a little while I get dressed. But although they are all very hungry, Powder Puff walks right in and over to the scale which she immediately gets on and checks her weight. Its apparently so important to her that she stays sitting on the scale until I start walking out of the room. My assumption is that she wants to know exactly what her weight is before breakfast so that she can carefully know what to eat. I havent noticed any signs of anorexia or bulimia (thank God) except for that associated with a hair ball event, so at least it isnt to an extreme. Of course, she is the youngest, and may change her mind as she grows up - I know Im still uncertain.

The Illusion of control

Just when you think you've made progress with domesticating your cat it seems that the tables have been turned. We've had to work with Powder Puff to stop her sharpening her claws on our nice wicker laundry basket. Its been nice to see a pretty good reduction in the times she does this. But this morning it dawned on me that all we've really done is give her another tool in the game of dominating the Hines household.

After a week or so of vacation from his alarm clock duties (I think someone showed him my note about this and he changed to show me that he wasnt so predictable) Marley has come back with a vengance. Yesterdays coup de gras was a leap directly onto my full bladder which really got my full attention even though I was pretty drowsy. Todays tactics were quite different - much less impact but repeated, I mean REPEATED runs across my body. This was a gentler way of waking up but just as annoying. Regardless, it wasnt having enough of an effect. Suddenly, there was Powder Puff, sharpening her claws again, and it had the desired effect. I told her to stop and got up to be sure.

As Im padding my way to the kitchen to start the day with my number one priority (feeding the cats) I realized that I had been suckered. Powder Puff saw that Marleys alarm clock method didnt have effect and took the matter into her own paws.

This just points out to me that much of our control of our lives is just an illusion. When you realize that your own cats are effectively gaming you, you see that you arent as independant as you thought.

The Great Gecko Roundups...

For the most part its really interesting to see all the flora and fauna here in central Florida. Since we have lived here in most of the seasons, we are starting to get a better feel of things. So far, spotting an Ibis, the white bird with a long, slim curved beak still is a delight to us, as is daily sightings of pelicans and lots of other birds.

The squirrels here are thin and small, but recognizable as generally the same as the more macho ones we had in Maryland. Ive even seen mice eating the seeds from palm trees.

Geckos and other small lizards are around everywhere outside, but we value them for their contribution to insect control, and dont mind them as long as they stay outside. Weve also seen snakes and other creatures that we would just as soon not, including one tiny slim snake who took some time to find a way out of our pool. Needless to say, I check the water before swimming now.

But its the interchange of these creatures with our cats that can be a little disturbing. Youve heard of the Lucky snake episode and Powder Puff trying to get 15 feet up the coconut tree to get something as yet unidentified.

Geckos seem to be fair game though. Lucky seems to get them fairly frequently, and we have seen him with their hind legs and tail sticking out of Lucky's mouth all too often. Once, as told before we also saw him trying to spit out a gecko that had obviously bit Lucky's tongue as a method of self preservation. So far all the geckos we have seem them with have gotten away - they are clearly a temporary play thing for the cats. Lucky brings them to our glass door, and with the legs and tail sticking out of his mouth waits patiently for us to notice. When we tell him he cant bring it in the house he drops it, and every one is happy.

Now Powder Puff has done the same thing although its a little more dramatic when she does it since the dark gecko stands out against her white coat. The effect is pretty startling actually. Its hard to blame the cats, after all they are just doing what is in their nature. So far, nobody seems to be hurt. The geckos generally either get away or run away if they have been released. Once one played dead for a while but ended up moving after the crowd died down.

So we are still trying to teach the cats that the inside of the house is to remain a gecko-free environment, even if they are bored and want live playthings.

Ghost Visitations

Powder Puff on the sofa.

After we bought this house, we didnt get to move in immediately. When I would stay here before we moved in the house was dark and mostly empty. Every so often I would be quietly moving through the house and would be startled by a ghostly image just outside one of our sliding glass doors. In the instant before I figured out what it was, my adrenaline would kick in and I would often jump. Each time I could get a good laugh at myself when I realized it was Powder Puff (at that point just a stray that we would see sometimes). Something about her white coat glowing from the room light was eerie.

The scene had a little of the Ichabod Crane to it as well. Powder Puff has a black marking over her nose and part of her face. The contrast is such that for a while I thought she had been born with no nose and just a hole in her face.

She was desparate for love, but being also very fearful, so it took her a while to actually come up to us. However, once we moved in, she was around a lot and stayed just out of reach.

What a change in viewpoints. From a scary disfigured ghost to a soft, cuddly sweet girl. She is still quite jumpy which makes us think she has been abused, but she has come into her own with us.

Marley: Big, Black with White "Tuxedo" coat - the king of the roost

A Lucky Day

Today I thought it might be instructive to provide what I think is a pretty accurate description of a typical day for our cats. You will notice that there are the same activities that we all have in a standard day - tasks, appointments, personal time, etc. Because they arent people though, there seems to be quite a lack of pre planning (aside from routine events which, like eating, are important). SO here is my attempt to describe a typical day for Lucky, from his point of view:

Dark: continue prowling and sleeping as necessary

Pre-dawn: be sure Marley is doing his job of getting Dad up so he will feed us

Dawn-ish: dont go far from Dads room, and keep a wary eye so that I dont miss him getting up

ALL Sensors go to full alert for any signs of Dad getting up

Check in on Marley's efforts to get Dad up

DAD's UP!!!! Quickly let him know that we need to eat. Rub up against his legs to show him we wanna eat, ...er... I mean that we love him

Help Dad find his way to the kitchen... OH NO, why is he in that room with the lights and the fan noise? we may NEVER eat!!!

Heres Dad again, and he is going towards the kitchen!

Watch Dad as he gets the food ready. Be sure to be ready to get to any food that gets put down. Maybe I will be first !

Eat at last! Eat fast, someone might try to steal my food.

Hey, my bowl is empty, how did that happen? Check to see if there is any of Marleys food left, check to see if any of Powder Puffs food is left. YUCK! how can she eat that stuff, lemme see if I can bury it.

Time for adventure. Marley looks like he has settled down, so I think its time to pick on Powder Puff.

Surprise attack on Powder Puff, then chase her until she gets away

Surprise attack on the rug by the front door

Sprint around the house

Surprise attack on Powder Puff, chase her until she goes into her shark cage, then avoid her quick slashes if I get near.

Whats Marley doing? still loafing - charge at Marley full bore to see if he is ready to fight. He's not, so stop at the last second and pretend I wasn't doing anything.

Run around the house until Dad figures out I need to burn off energy, then adventure into the outside world when he lets me out.

[at this point I'm not sure what Lucky does. I will spot him occasionally but I think he just enjoys burning off some energy.. And there can be surprises. Within the last week he caught a small snake and did his best to avoid the snapping at him while pouncing on it, picking it up in his mouth, etc. He also was seen with a gecko in his mouth, head first, where upon the gecko must have bit him on his toungue and Lucky reacted strongly, trying to spit out a gecko attached to his tongue. Eventually he returns and settles into his routine]

Sleep soundly - repeat as necessary for the rest of the day

Wake up and attack Marley. Wrestle and bite, get away and jump back on, run from Marley then whirl around and attack. Repeat as necessary throughout the day.

Watch for opportunities to attack 1) Powder Puff 2) the front rug 3) the rug between the hall and the family room 4) Marley in any order. Repeat frequently.

Practice attack strategies - running around, climbing to the top of sofas chairs, etc, hiding under the sofa cover, etc

Watch for any time Mom or Dad go to the kitchen since they will surely feed me some more

Watch for dinner

[repeat breakfast meal time]

More wrestling, fighting and chasing with Marley and Powder Puff

More sleeping

After Mom and Dad go to bed, more sleeping and prowling.

So thats a typical day for Lucky, who at this moment is trying to hide his completely black body on the white pool deck at the intersection with a small wall as he waits for the dragonfly to get in range.

Important things...

One of the first things I face everyday is caring for my loved ones. I dont include the people I love in this, because for the most part, I dont face them first thing in the morning. Of course, if I was being completely honest, what I want to talk about isnt the FIRST thing in the morning with them since they impact me before I get up, but today we will address my first moments after rising from bed.

Life used to be pretty straightforward - I had one cat to take care of, and he brought such a force of personality into my life, that I didnt really need more. He is a "Sylvester" looking black and white cat who we think left his mother before he should have, and found his way to us via a circuitous route. His name is Marley, and is the biggest and oldest of the cats.

Six months ago we moved to Florida, and our yard was the gathering place for a number of stray cats. Luckily, there was none of the problems I would envision with strays being around, and they had the advantage of keeping the pest population under control.

Over time, two of the cats adopted us, and, to make a long story short(er) we ended up taking them in, and getting them fixed, shots and registered. Both of these cats were malnourished in food and in emotional support, and they crave both. There is an all black 2 year old named Lucky, and a mostly white, blue eyed beauty named Powder Puff since that is what her fur feels like. In retrospect, the merging of the 3 cats into our household went well, but we had some adventures along the way. But now my morning ritual with them has settled into a routine.

At first, I assumed that their actions in the morning showed that they thought I am an imbecile, but that since they needed me to provide care, they were willing to work with me. For example, it seemed pretty clear that they felt I didnt know how to find the way to the kitchen, and it was incumbent upon them to help me in this significant challange to my capabilities. When I first wake up they all merge around me, trying to ensure that I am alert enough to know they are there and to get my attention. As soon as I start to move they split up, one sticks with me and the other two move towards each of the possible exits. As I move to one of the exits, the cat nearest that one heads off to provide me with something to follow, under the apparent assumption that otherwise I might get lost. The one nearest me then makes sure they have my attention by rushing past me, tangling with my feet which may trip me but regardless makes me look right at them as they run ahead, to ensure that my small brain hasnt lost focus in what direction Im going. The third cat, who seems kind of disappointed that I didnt pick their route, moves into the vacated position of the one who was with me. We proceed in this fashion, with the cycle repeating itself at every intersection where I might have a directional choice until I finally am able to locate the kitchen so they can be fed.

This is pretty much how I have thought of their perspective of our first interaction of the morning. Recently however, Ive begun to view this a little differently, and it makes the start of the day a little more buoyant.

One day it came to me that they are behaving more like groupies around a rock star. They are excited to see me when I get up, they flock around me and try to get my attention, they all want to be part of the entourage as I move around the house, and they realize that I have the power to give them something that they really want and need. They are willing to go with me no matter what route I take, and seem to be crawling all over one another to stay with me. The stopping and waiting ahead is just so they dont lose sight of me and potentially not stay near me.And the whole time they are attentive to my every action.

Thats a much better way to think of it.

Lucky the Snake Stalker

Today the Snake Stalker heads the news, but within just a half hour, we had several issues. First, Lucky, AKA the Snake Stalker, was in rare form. He couldnt find enough competition to turn this into a wrestlemania arena, but he tried. Marley was willing to tussle a little, but was primarily in panic mode since I hadnt fed them yet. He actually did the old movie move on Lucky where Lucky came at him, and Marley put his paw on Lucky's head to hold him off and Lucky was trying to swing at empty air since he couldnt reach. Anyway, a few light tussles werent enough today, so he started hunting Powder Puff.

Now PP doesnt like to play like that. She likes to attack from cover and run and get away - she's like the American Revolutionaries who frustrated the Brittish by fighting small skirmishes from cover then getting away. But this morning the Snake stalker was relentless. He wanted full out Marley type macho wrestling, so he kept after her until he caught her, wrestled hard until she broke away, then jumped on top of her like he does to Marley and started a full on close quarters fight. PP didnt like it, tried to fight back, hissed hard, broke away went to P&C (Paws and Claws) and HISSED at Lucky. When Lucky stood back, she jumped into the safety of what turns out to be a pretty good shark cage (under the oriental stool) and was safe. She didnt even rise to the bait when Marley got on top to look out the window and foolishly let his tail sag over the edge while it kept up its neverending end-of-tail twitch.

I decided to end it all by feeding them. Next came another surprise.

Keep in mind we have a number of (what I thought were) inviolate rules:

1. Marley will eat anything like he is starving as long as it is seafood IN GRAVY.
2. Marley must have his dry food but once there are just pieces left, wont eat anymore, even if he is still hungry (I know, when isnt he?)
3. Marley wont eat anything but seafood even if its in gravy
4. Lucky loves the dry food, and even though hes been starving, doesnt seem interested in Marleys seafood
5. Lucky will eat all his dry food, then finish Powder Puff's and go for Marleys leftover pieces
6. Lucky has a hard belly, and has gained weight but he still looks skinny
7. Powder Puff seems like she likes the dry food but just doesnt eat much.
8. Lucky will try to steal food from our plates.

So a few days ago we had chicken, and gave some pieces to Powder Puff, and sne seemed like she really liked it. We decided to give chicken wet food to her and lucky and see how it went. This morning I implemented the plan, and gave Lucky and Powder Puff each a half can of Turkey pieces in gravy. Lucky said "No thanks!" and I had to give him his dry food. Powder Puff, for the first time sat down and devoured all I gave her and started licking the empty bowl for any last bits. I hear a noise and look around and there is Marley eating the turkey IN GRAVy like there was no tomorrow. I took that from him and let PP eat more until she stopped then gave the rest to Marley. Now I have to rethink all my feeding rules.

Things have quieted down now as they deal with the effects of full bellies!

For some reason I think the food situation is funny, but in reading the above, I guess it probably isnt to anyone else. Sorry, cant be funny all the time.

The effects of Violence on TV

Well, its clear we have to watch what we allow on tv from now on. Last night we watched "Shooter" and the 'kids' (Marley, Lucky and Powder Puff) were up half the night playing combat with each other. Minor skirmishes were even fought on our bed down by our feet. We even heard the occasional shout of a wounded soldier. It was mostly a free ranging firefight with sneak attacks, paw to paw combat, with a fierce flurry of activity followed by one of the units breaking off the fight and retreating at double time with the enemy in hot pursuit. The boys tend to be full time participants while PP just jumps in now and then and instigates something, then bows out.

Life is hell in a war zone!

Marley's Big Splash!

While Marley and Lucky are "wrestling" on the floor, I thought Id let you know the scoop on Marley's big Welcome to August Splash!

We had all three kids out while we were doing pool stuff this morning. I was showing Mom how we set up the vacuum when I noticed that Marley was in a manic frenzy - something he doesnt really do when he is outside. I saw him race across the yard and run part way up the coconut palm tree. I called to Mom and told her to watch him since it was cute. He paused for a moment on the side of the tree, then suddenly dashed down, half around the tree and ran across the yard to the pool deck. He kept going on the deck and jumped to the platform where Qwan Yin watches, but missed his footing and fell full into the pool into about 4 feet of water with a big, noisy splash.

As I started over there, I couldnt see him, but there was lots of splashing going on. Suddenly he jumped out of the water onto the platform. I checked the distance, and it was about 13 inches from the water to the platform top. with no bottom to push off, I dont know how he did it, but one second the water was splashing around and the next he was on the platform. I checked the deck next to it, and there wasnt water there - somehow he levitated 13 inches.

He was wandering around in a daze, somewhat shocked and embarrased and absolutely soaking wet. He ran from me when I tried to dry him, but later let Mom mostly dry him. After about an hour he came back in and as i said at the beginning is back to his normal activities.

Team Arguments

I think Marley and Lucky might be on the other team (not that theres anything wrong with that.) Heres the argument:

For:

1. They like to "wrestle" together a lot
2. Ive seen Lucky jump on Marleys back from behind a number of times which turns into "Wrestling"
   
3. Our beauty Amy thinks Marley doesnt like her
4. Marley saw Lucky gobbling his (Marley's) food and didnt do anything
5. Marley will bat at Powder Puff if he thinks she is going to try to rub up against him
6. Lucky's best friend (until now) has been a girl
7. Lucky likes to watch Marley go to the bathroom (actually this doesnt count, they all like that)
8. Lucky has started mimicing Marleys speech patterns (the "trills" and other calls)
9. This morning, Marley was looking out the back glass door when Lucky approached from behind, gave a Marley-like trill and then gave Marley what appeared to be a quick kiss on the cheek. Marley just sat regally and looked back out the door.
   

Against:

1. Marley used to be very "fond" of mom after a kneading session
2. Marley thinks hes a person, and this could explain why he bats Powder Puff away - he is appalled at being romantically involved with a cat.
3. Luckys best friend (before Marley) was a girl, and he is still friends with her (of course this could be an argument for either side)
   

So, what do you think?

A quick note to Amy

First in the cat story series. Started as a note to Amy about how we might handle Power Puff's terror of the next vet visit, and her subsequent fear of us. Originally sent 7/31/2008:

I told Mom about at least one of your ideas (just one of us take PP - and I think you are right) but Im not sure I got the others. The boys were rough housing on the bed this morning, and I thought it would wake mom, but they didnt. Mom tells me that in the middle of the night they were sleeping while hugging each other! Now it looks to me like Lucky may not be feeling well - he seems so quiet - we are watching him. He still is real nervous around me, and PP avoids me like the devil. In the middle of the night I went by her sleeping on my desk chair, and she let me gently pat her but it made her nervous. As I went by her back to bed and she saw me starting to do it again, she jumped down and ran. Mom got her to come over and get close enough to just about touch her. But to get there she went all the way around the coffee table so she wouldnt get near me. I am such an ogre!

Stepping back to orient newcomers

This one is a little out of order, but since I gave some background as to how we got to this state, I thought it should be presented early... Here is the original note from 8/21/2008:

Heres Lucky on the left...

Having three cats is such a treat, even though I worry that we are drifting into becoming the cat lady on the block. I think we have it under control though. Our three cats give us an endless display of individual personalities, flowing interactions, mood changes and interactions with us. Its come at a cost though, since Marley, who never thought of himself as a cat, and (for a cat) was pretty interactive with us. Lucky and Powder Puff we "rescued" from a life on the streets after they adopted us whenever we were outside and were just the sweetest things. They also were largely inseparable when we saw them outside.

We first picked up Lucky since he was so scrawny, and although he looked like he was only about 6 months old, it was visually obvious that he hadnt been neutered. Local neighbors all thought the cats belonged to someone else, so with increasing interpersonal contact and occasional contact with Marley, we felt we should be sure they were healthy and fixed. We did the same with Powder Puff a month later

Our original intent was that after the convalescent period inside, they would go back to living outside and we could rest assured that they were healthy and could continue contact with them. They had different ideas.

When we would give them the opportunity to go out, by opening the glass door they were staring out, they would sit down and look at us as if to say "No thanks, we know what its like out there, and we rather just watch."

During this period, they both remained stuck with us, demanding lots of love, and just learning about and playing in their new home. Marley would just follow them around warily keeping his eye on everything they did, but avoiding contact with them. Powder Puff would try to rub up against him and he would jump back and raise a paw ready to strike.

Times have changed.

All three cats are pretty independant of us, and other than at food times, dont have anywhere near the need to get love from us, although they have begun to once again appreciate it if we spend some time with them when they are not otherwise engaged.

Lucky is all over the place, eating voraciously, crashing for a nap afterwards, then attacking and wrestling Marley, and Powder Puff when she is game, or if she is not, keeping up a chase and attack campaign against her. He loves to go out, and stays out longer than the other two. Powder Puff is still jumpy, but likes quiet time with us the best, has a little sprite in her and will instigate fights with Lucky when she wants to be chased or thinks she can strike and get away.

Marley remains the most sedate, although his original fear of fighting with Lucky has completely disappeared. He will wrestle and fight as much as Lucky wants, and we have skirmishes all day long. Marley has always been pretty vocal, and has a number of trills and squeaks and high pitched sounds that make him unique (as far as we know) in the cat world. Interestingly both Lucky (first) and now Powder Puff have started using the same vocalizations in pretty much the same way Marley does. So now its real hard for us to figure out who is talking most of the time.

Yesterday we got quite worried about Lucky though. For the first time, he didnt eat, merely sniffing at food but not eating. I tried several different things since I know how vital food is to him, but he just wasnt interested. He was acting lethargic, and let Mary Ann pet him and stroke his stomach. Since we have seen them tearing up throw rugs and the like, we worried that he had gotten fibers in him that were not good. I decided to let them out fairly early to burn off energy. Lucky was in and out a few times, but didnt seem much better. Then sometime in the afternoon he didnt come back. We worried about him, but after all he had spent 2 years outside on his own, so we thought he would be okay. It got late and still no Lucky. It got dark and still no Lucky, and he didnt respond to calls. It got windy and still no Lucky. Suddenly it began to pour rain from the sky, and Lucky appeared at the door, came in and acted if nothing ws out of the ordinary. None of the cats ate very much last night.

But this morning we have our boy back. Although the Marley alarm clock had me awake it hadnt gotten me out of bed. However, while he was on the bed contemplating how to interrupt his current "snooze" setting, he was hit by a surprise attack from Lucky. A quck tussle ensued, and while I decided i didnt want to get in the middle of it to get them off the bed, they rolled over onto my leg and I got a couple of minor scratches on the leg and I decided to get up. When I sat up all fighting ended and all three cats went into fixed focus on me. I felt I was Elvis (in the fat years) wearing a glittered white body suit on stage with adoring fans hanging on my every move. Suffice it to say that things are back to normal. Fighting in the morning, acute attentiveness as to the feeding ritual, and now sleeping off an orgy of eating means that our boy Lucky is back.

Whats this all about?

When we moved to Florida, we brought our cat Marley who was our only pet. We have had a variety of pets over the years, including beloved dogs and a Cockatiel named Charlie after my youngest brother who tragically died many years ago in a bike/auto accident.

Since we have been here we have become true cat people, and this blog derives from some stories about our cat adventures that I began writing to Amy and Cal so they could share the crazy things that have been happening. Amy also has a cat, and Marley came to us from Cal, who is truely gifted with animals as he is in many ways.

I hope that it shows through in this blog how much love, respect and admiration we have for our children who are wonderful people who have so many unique gifts, including those they they havent discovered yet. We are blessed to have such a close relationship with them, and with Alex whom Amy brought into the family and is a great, industrious, funny and complex surfer dude.