It’s all relative…

So no, my cats aren’t spoiled….at least not by comparison.

Change in perspective

Pensive cat or cranky cat? Two photos taken around 30 seconds apart – basically long enough for him to realise that his photo had indeed been taken and glare at that pesky human with the camera. Night time shot, lights on with no flash. No laser kitty eyes!

Bubble wrap is nothing to fear

One of our members on All For Women is currently having a problem with her cat being a pest and jumping up onto her kitchen bench. She’s currently after suggestions on how to curb her kitty’s habit – personally I think it is in vain but more power to the girl for trying! Thankfully the only jumper in this house (Mojo) regards the kitchen counter as sacred territory and won’t go further than the breakfast bar where he is fed.

I remember when he was a kitten he would repeatedly jump up on the kitchen table and despite all the suggestions, I have never been able to curb him of this habit. My only solution has been to feed him right before I serve dinner so that we at least are not sharing the same eating space.

One of the suggestions given to us was to use bubble wrap to line the edges of the table so that when he jumped up, his claws would bust the bubbles making a loud pop which would disuade him from doing it again. That really didn’t work. In all reality, I think it actually encouraged the behaviour because he would then repeatedly jump up in different places just to hear the bubbles pop. And who can blame him? I love playing with the stuff myself. He’s not alone either….Rosie has also discovered a fondness for the stuff. Bubble wrap is not to be feared, it is to be chewed on!

Cat meditation

As promised, to various people, this is our brand spanker tank we have been waiting a fortnight to get back from the furniture place. We set it up last night to start the water cycling and had planned to introduce the fish over the weekend. Unfortunately, we had to put them in sooner than we would have liked because they appeared to be getting a bit stressed out in their temporary home (a plastic storage tub with the old tank hood sitting over the top). So even though the water hasn’t had a good opportunity to cycle properly yet, we figured that it was better to take the chance with that then let them continue to be stressed out in the tub.

It’s a lot larger than their old tank in terms of length and we’ve added in some new plants so that when the mollies give birth, the babies will have somewhere to hide. We do have a floating nursery for the babies but they have a habit of jumping out of it while they are still quite small. All in all, I’m quite happy with it.

I don’t think Rosie has stopped watching her “Discovery Channel” since we put the fish in….she seems to find it as relaxing as we do. She will just watch until she falls asleep on the end of the futon.

Knowing where you belong

Living with two cats who show such distinctive personalities, you quickly establish a hierarchy. I have no delusions whatsoever in where I fit in to that mix – pretty much right down the bottom. The cats rule the roost here….but that’s ok. At least we know our place and don’t waste our time trying to change the natural order of things.

That’s my other half with Rosie there…..you’ll see he knows his place well. Yup, she gets the beanbag, he gets the floor.

Silence is golden

Some cats are just like children. They don’t have an off button, they insist on talking at the top of their lungs ALL the time and want to play whenever you just want to sleep. Mojo is definitely one of those cats and after spending just about all of my days off being a right proper nutter, he’s finally decided that a sleep is in order. The birds are rather thankful too….because now they can be heard without competing with his yawling.