Here, Pete gives Pepper a bite in her neck. I’m pretty sure he’s just playing, but he’s strong and fast and agile and hasn’t learned to play nicely. Pepper is a big lumbering hulk who really just wants to be loved. So, she’s getting the worst of it.
He’s bolder and more aggressive now, and she’s less and less tolerant of him. Friday night, he attacked her and she got howling mad at him. Someone peed on the floor. Then she chased him under the coffee table and trapped him there, growling at him, for 30 minutes. He spent the night locked in the bathroom.
He learned how to get the lid off the big metal bucket in which we store the dry cat food. We came home and the lid was on the floor and he was fat and bloated and happy. That was the only time we’ve ever seen him fail to eat all the food he could find. He’s almost managed to get it off a couple of times since. Now we keep it kept behind closed doors.
Nikon D90, 18-105mm
Pete likes to help with unboxing (in this case a fun new guitar pedal: an EHX Canyon).
Pepper threw up yesterday. Pete was so eager to get to it and eat it all up that he got his head under her face before she was done throwing up. So she threw up on his head. He didn’t care. He was probably thinking “Hooray, I’m covered in food!”
Pete now knows how to crawl into the recycling bin. Once in there, he cleans the insides of empty cat food cans.
Pete grabbed and ripped-up a half-loaf of sourdough I had left on the counter. I didn’t think he was interested in bread.
Here’s Pepper the day we got her.
While Mrs and I were out at an informal Euchre tournament, Saturday, we let Pete stay out in the house with Pepper for a few hours. Usually we lock him in a bathroom because he’s a terror.
When we got back, we saw that he had found his pro-biotic food stuff – it’s a powder that gets sprinkled on his food, and it smells like beef bouillon. He’d ripped a bunch of packets apart. So now we know he can get onto the kitchen counters. Then we saw that he’d found a big bag of cat treats that I’d apparently forgot to lock away. He had dragged the bag across the house, chewed through the bottom of it, and then eaten all the stuff inside.
Sunday morning, when I went to let him out of his room, the floor was covered in broken glass because he had knocked his water dish off the counter.
He’s all the things I think of when I talk myself out of getting a dog.
Weather forecast was off by a factor of nine. So, I’m stuck at home with 9″ of snow on the road. Second day in a row.
Pete likes it.
Nikon D90, 50mm
Pete is serious.
He has become a Kitten Tornado. He spends hours running as fast as he can up and down the furniture, chasing Pepper, smelling things, chewing shoelaces, jumping and rolling at imaginary mice.
We have a coffee table with two big drawers, it’s where we keep the cat treats. Since Pete is on his restricted diet, he doesn’t get any. But he knows what they smell like, and he wants to eat them all. Friday, I opened the drawer to get a treat for Pepper and saw that Pete had chewed a hole in the bag. He learned that he can get into the drawers where the treats live by crawling into them from underneath the table. So, I put the treat bag inside a heavy duty zip-lock bag. By Saturday night he had chewed through that, too. So, no more treats for anyone! And I rigged a bunch of cardboard around the back of the drawers to keep him out.