Painting with Cats.

I don't know why I thought the cats would behave while I was painting upstairs.

When I had my back turned Faust jumped up on the just-painted built-in shelves and walked across them then jumped back down on the recently refinished floors and tracked little white paw prints across the room.

At some point later in the evening he brushed against the shelves and came away looking sort of like a zebra.

Yay for easy to clean up latex paint. And hardwood floors instead of carpet.

Everyone was locked in the TV room while I resumed painting today.

May 17, 2004 in Faust | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Fearless Faust.

faustisfearlessAnd the dogs are oblivious.

As I (slowly) make my way through three years of archived digital photos I'm pulling out the better pet pics for eventual cataloguing.

I was specifically looking for this one because it well illustrates the usual interaction between our pets -- complete disinterest. The dogs are inhaling their dinner while Faust calmly drinks their water. We finally gave up keeping separate water dishes for the cats since they almost always drank from the dogs' water. Dog slobber adds flavor, maybe.

Top to bottom: Major, Faust, Tex

Things weren't always so friendly, at least not as far as Major was concerned.

When Tex was introduced to the household he mostly ignored the cats. After a few days of close supervision, we didn't worry about leaving him alone with them.

Major, on the other hand, caused a fair amount of anxiety -- for the cats and for me -- for weeks after her arrival. Her "chase" instinct was much stronger than Tex's and whenever the cats were in sight we had to restrain her. She would prick up her ears, pant and whine, desperate to take off after the "prey". The cats, naturally enough, were terrified and would spit and hiss at her. No doubt making her even more eager to chase them down.

After several weeks and many, many carefully supervised introductions, I was finally comfortable that she wasn't going to eat the cats.

Nowadays, as the picture shows, cats and dogs pretty much ignore each other.

May 16, 2004 in Faust, Major, Tex | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Cat Counseling.

Faust may need a referral to a catnip rehab clinic.

As a special treat, I bought a bag of catnip today. After giving all three cats a small taste, I put it in the utility drawer in the kitchen.

During dinner, we heard suspicious noises in the kitchen. Suspecting that one of the cats was snacking on the salmon goodies we left on the counter, I went to check. Sure enough, Bevo was on the countertop, apparently licking salmon morsels. Pitching her off the counter, I noticed Brontë hanging out in the corner trying to look innocent; Faust was nowhere in sight. I returned to my own meal.

After we finished eating and cleaning up dishes in the kitchen, I realized Faust was suspiciously absent. Checked all the usual hideouts; no Faust. Remembering strange kitchen noises while we ate, I decided to check the cabinets under the counter. And there was Faust.

I thought it strange that he had stayed in the cabinet for 45+ minutes since he has demonstrated in the past his ability to escape at will from accidental cabinet entrapment. I also didn't recall him being in the vicinity during dinner prep when I opened the cabinet.

Later on I was back in the kitchen for more cleaning and opened the cabinet to put something away. Inside the cabinet was a positive mess -- catnip everywhere. And a very chewed up, empty bag.

Faust had figured out that he could get into the drawer hiding the catnip stash by way of the cabinet underneath*. Very clever. From inside the cabinet there is a gap of approximately two inches between the top of the drawer and the bottom of the counter. Faust had blindly fished out the catnip bag from there.

Now I remember why I always kept catnip in the refrigerator in the past.

* Why did Faust not just open the drawer while perched on the counter? Because it's heavy and sticks a bit. No doubt he tried the drawer first.

March 24, 2003 in Faust | 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