Oooooooooh, so warm and fuuurrffyyy!!!


The first sun beams of the year have come into the new apartment. Lucy is quite pleased. She has pretty much spent all the afternoon hours either sleeping in her favorite chair or lounging in the sun on the floor. Our last domicile didn’t have sunbeams at all. But it did have large windows with kitty size, and low to the ground, window sills. This new place, not so much on the window access level for the kitty, but the sun beams! A pretty good trade off I’d say. (Also no fleas from terrible dog owners can get to our fur baby).

Now that we know where the sun hits, we can buy her a cat tree. I want to get one that we can put in the corner of the dining room that gets all the morning and afternoon sun. These windows also happen to not have any blinds covering them, so we’ve been using my Shoji screen to block the afternoon sun.

MMMmmmm so much kitty laze….crossed paws…so comfy in the sun….mew mew mew…


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Last week our precious got at my chicken bones. Cooked chicken bones. =(

She chomped and ate an entire radius…or maybe it was the ulna… In any case, come day break Jonathan was panicing that she was going to perforate her small intestine and bleed out a slow and bloody death. Dramatic….Paaause~!


I cleaned out her box and she’s been pooping just fine. After a call to a vet tech, we were relieved to find out that cats generally chomp bird bones into tiny pieces, even cooked bird bones, and go generally unharmed. She’s poop’in just fine. She definitely knew something was up though and has been coy and behaving herself while at the same time looking very smug and satisfied with herself.

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As I’ve mentioned before, Lucy likes to put her person on all my things, especially when I’m knitting, aka not giving her pettings and snuggles. Last night as I was working away at the 2015 Rose City Yarn Crawl Mystery Knit-a-long, she managed to yet again snoop her little nose through the knitting cables to put her whiskers into my face….sigh…too damn cute.

We’ve also been notified that the boilers that control the heating in the building have been put in a reduced schedule because of the weather being so warm recently. (All the blizzarding happening in Europe and the East Coast). Lucy is not pleased that the heat is not on during the middle of the day.

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I have no photographic evidence other than what I can remember in my minds eye. This weekend was rather lazy and we stayed in while it poured rain outside. I’ve never lived so close to a mountain before, but I’ve always been used to high tree covered hills and the misty downpours. Lucy slept all weekend in her favorite chair.

This favorite chair is an old hardwood with green upholstery. Rough to the touch, but cozy. Very late 80’s in design. I had noticed in the past three years of living with this kitty, and other kitties, that every once in a while I would come across what looked like a full claw just hanging around on the floor or in the couch cushions. When Lucy stretches out a paw after being curled up for a few hours and latches into the back of her favorite chair, she invariably gets stuck. And pulls….and pulls…until it pops and her paw becomes free again. On Sunday afternoon she did this, and I noticed a piece of white flick out towards her and landed in between her and the chair, which she then sniffed and licked up into her mouth. It was gone. I can only assume at this point that cat claws are like onions. Not like Ogres. As a safety mechanism, is this something that cats developed over time as domestic animals? I doubt there is much in the wild that would get a cat claw stuck like this. There isn’t an instance that I can think of at the moment anyways.


5. Don’t panic if you see claw sheaths on the ground

“When you see pieces of your cat’s claws on the floor or embedded in his scratching post, it just means that the outside layer of his claw has grown beyond the blood supply and therefore falls off when he scratches — revealing a nice, sharp new talon underneath! Cats generally shed each claw once every few months.”


But as for the title of this post. Jonathan had found her this morning lounging like a beached whale on the bathroom floor. I heard the furrball munching on a butter cracker this morning. She had gotten into the box of crackers on the table, pulled out the plastic sheath, chose one, and took it down to the floor and had eaten about half of it. I didn’t notice the crackers until I was ready to leave for work. Sneaky butt cat! If cats actually have the emotion to be spiteful, I would say that this was in retaliation for being locked out of the bedroom all night.

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