CEDARHILL

The mystery of technology

Bob (OOPS>.. phopah!.. I meant  IKE.....)  LOVES the office.  Especially when  I engage my printer and it makes that whirring noise and spits out paper. He also enjoys the  Beeeeep of the Fax machine and the  carriage as it engages the piece of paper and sends it through!  He likes all the files strewn on the floor, the pile of trash-rejects to jump on, and when all else fails....he likes laying on top of my keyboard - as I'm working on it.

What Contentment looks like..

Remember that stray cat that showed up at CedarHill about 2 months ago?

Well- Guy and Tracy agreed to adopt him and he seems to have taken well to his new lifestyle.

They call him Budda Boy. Perhaps this is a new Yoga pose?

The truth about Dogs & Cats

 

DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite!
11:00 am - Went to the vet. Bummer.
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with people! My favorite!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite!


CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I
nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The
only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of . However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight . I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I
could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this
means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe ----For now...


"To the world you might be one person,
But to one person you just might be the world."

Author unknown

(This just in from my friend Paula...)

Figuring out the System

  I have a system to keep the heat from totally escaping out through my closet. I shut the door. Actually, I have to tie it shut since its an old house and things don't always work as they are supposed to. So I put a nail on the wall and tied a red string to the door. I usually loop it with a slide knot so all I have to do is pull one end to un-do it.

Seems that Ike's favorite place - Bar None- is my closet. It is dark - with some window light if a guy wants to take in some sun. And has a multitude of SOFT places to land.

So when Ike finds the door shut...he starts thinking creatively. Honestly. I don't know how he figured out the string...except by accident one day when he decided to attack it...he found that by pulling on the string hard enough......the closet door would open. WALLAH!   ....He now heads directly for the string and works it until the knot comes undone. Am I the only one who finds this totally amusing?  

Maybe I should try to get out more?

A good day for a warm lap

The morning started out with sleeting rain and gray skies for as far as the eye could see.

So it was a good day to stay inside and count your blessings. Like a warm lap ...sort of.

Mother has her ski jacket on from going outside to smoke. you'd think the woman might consider giving up smoking when she has to go out in weather like this to do so.

I don't think she is giving up smoking as long as she has her trusty ski jacket, which I'm sure is going on atleast 20 years, a cat to share her lap and Guy to fix hot chocolate

How we handled Intruders

 A new cat arrived on the scene yesterday and it could not be considered a stray. It was far to comfortable around people and a house. In fact, despite being chased away with a broom several times, it continued to find its way back to our yard.

Our cats were no help either as you can see here. Ike, found the Intruder to be intriguing....accomodating. He neither minded or paid any attention to Ike as he attacked his tail.  He did finally get bored with the game and walked off. Much to Ikes dissapointment.

Bob, who you would think would really establish his territory with an intruder....has given up fighting as far as I can tell...and simply ignored the whole thing.

A push over

Ike is very sure of himself...so when mother started pushing him out of the hallway with her foot he took it as a "love push". Mother thought the whole thing was pretty funny and continued to push him around with her foot.  See how close ikes feet came to the wheels of the chair?? No problem. There is something to be said for just relaxing and going with the flow!......  

Helping me File

Just had to post this pic from yesterday. Ike likes to be where the action is. Yesterday it was filing. Last night Ev caught a pic of Ike hanging out with me while I surfed the net. He is the most People-Cat I've ever been around!  See Ev's blog: GEOKIN 

Syney- The Main Attraction

I FINALLY made it to Tucson to see Kim and Jill's new house which...if you count all the planning, and re-planning, and building...took almost 3 years to complete. It is beautiful....and wha'ts more for a big house it FEELS good. Good Flow, and nice spaces to really LIVE IN.

But the big entertainment was not the big, beautiful house....but the diminutive Sydney.Their new little Yorkie...who is pretty damn entertaining. They have a game of throwing the ball onto the pool cover and having her race after it. I spent a half hour trying to catch her in mid air...somewhere in the middle of the frame.

It took alittle while, but I finally got one of her flying feats.

Afternoon nap.

This is the scene in our living room.

Contrary to popular opinion, we do not live a fast paced life around here. Or atleast some of us don't.  Sleeping is like yawning. The more you see people doing it...the more you want to do it yourself.

On a side note... We've changed mikes name to "Stubby"... which he is compared to other cats. And he has this habit of curling up in the middle of any floor and sleeping. hardly enough of a spot to see before you step on him. So far he has avoided any serious run-ins with feet or wheelchair wheels.

PS 2: i know you might wonder if I have anything else to write about than cats... I do, it just takes more energy. Maybe after my nap....