brontemagazineTime to clean out the magazine rack.

Like all other cats, Brontë has the ability to make herself comfortable and sleep anywhere.

Her favorite perch is actually draped over the arm of one of the couches. Bevo claims the back of the other couch, and Faust goes for the green chair.

May 23, 2004 in Bronte | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack

Cavorting in the Catnip.

Bevo (left) and Brontë (right) taking advantage of their catnip patch. For some reason, Darin always scolds me for letting them wallow in the patch. I thought that was why we planted it in the first place!


originally posted 3/21/2004 on garden spot.

May 1, 2004 in Bevo, Bronte | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Cat Codes.

First seen here (link via Feeny). One of Feeny's people then saw fit to create a nifty online form for the cat codes.

Brontë: "MX" Ot+W+G Y/Y 8.8 X L+ W++ C-- I++ T+/T+++ A-- E++ H S++ V F- Q--- P++ B+ PA++ PL++
Faust: "MX" B G+Y/G+Y 10.8 Y L W C-- I++ T+/T--- A E H S+ V++ F+ Q+++ P B-- PA- PL-
Bevo: "AS" B+W Y/Y 2.8 X L- W- C-- I++ T+/T+++ A++ E- H+ S+ V++ F Q+ P B PA- PL-

January 4, 2003 in Bevo, Bronte, Faust | Permalink | Comments (0)

Visiting the Vet.

Today the cats made their annual trip to the vet for checkups and shots. Surprisingly, this visit was relatively uneventful in that Faust didn't bite the vet.

All received a clean bill of health; Brontë is responding well to the flea treatment.

The worst part of today's trip was getting all three cats into their carriers. They know that when the carriers come out of storage, a trip to the vet must be forthcoming. And so three cats who are typically very much underfoot become quite scarce.

Today's hiding places weren't very inspired. Faust and Brontë hid together under the upstairs bed, but couldn't get out of reach since there is a lot of other stuff stowed away under the bed. Bevo seemed to think the seat of a dining chair would offer sufficient cover; sure, the chair was pushed in to the table, but this is one of her known refuges.

June 1, 2002 in Bevo, Bronte, Faust | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

The Watering Can.

Summer 1999.

The cat sitter came to feed and water and play with the cats a day and a half before. This time, when she opened the door, Faust and Brontë didn't come running to greet her. Not thinking too much of it, she put the mail and newspapers on the kitchen table and refilled the food and water bowls. Still no cats.

Becoming a little anxious, she checked all the rooms and started looking under furniture. She soon found a wide-eyed Faust under the bed, but still no Brontë. Eventually, under the couch there was the missing cat -- with her head inside a metal watering can.

Fearing the worst, the sitter grabbed one of Brontë's legs and -- much to her surprise and relief -- the cat abruptly sprang to life (but couldn't do much with a watering can as big as herself on her head).

Hauling Brontë out from under the couch, the sitter tried to free her from the watering can. No amount of twisting or pulling (within reason) was working.

The sitter tried calling the owner's boyfriend (who hadn't been trusted to care for the cats), but he was on the other side of Houston and found the situation too amusing to offer helpful advice.

Not finding any tools in the apartment appropriate for freeing a cat from a watering can, the sitter decided to take Brontë to her own house to try wire cutters.

With Brontë wrapped in a towel, she left the apartment.

Driving a car with a manual transition while cradling a cat and a watering can was something of an adventure in itself.

Once wire cutters were obtained the sitter was able to enlarge the opening in the watering can enough for Brontë to pull out her head. Brontë's recovery was swift; she promptly inhaled a can of tuna and, to this day, appears none the worse for the experience.

as far as we can tell, brontë suffered no lasting damage from the ordeal, although the sitter did experience a bit of emotional trauma.

we will never know why brontë put her head in the watering can, but our best guess is that she and faust were chasing / playing with a bug and when the bug entered the can, brontë went after it. we suspect she did not learn anything from the experience.

May 26, 2002 in Bronte | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack