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Monday Cat Blogging

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.

Dippin Dots

Nikon D90, 18-105mm

(taken a year ago today)

Megrez chose that moment to hide behind a tree branch.

Fun fact: As you might know, the second star from the bottom in this pic, the middle of the big dipper’s handle, is a double star: Mizar (the bright one) and Alcor (the dimmer one). And they are actually a pair (and not just coincidentally near each other from our vantage point). But it turns out that Alcor is itself a double star. And Mizar is actually two doubles. So there are six stars there, even though we can only see two.

Petey, Ya Light

We took Pete to the vet Tuesday, and they ran a bunch of tests on him. But the tests revealed nothing – no infections, no parasites, no interesting levels of anything in any of his fluids or excretions.

The vet did feed him some special prescription-only (!) cat food while they had him, and he tolerated that pretty well. So she gave us some to take home and it seems to have helped quite a lot. He’s still not totally right, but the food does seem to stick with him better. So we’re giving him the special food, and antibiotics, and probiotics, and Pedialyte (for hydration), and canned pumpkin (for fiber). He’s no longer dehydrated and might even be putting on weight. He is always absolutely ravenous and we feed him every few hours. Still, even though food doesn’t rush out of him, it comes out … softer than ideal.

So I’m thinking … food allergy that hasn’t quite settled down? IBS, IBD?

Baby [cat] steps, I guess.


He still officially lives in the bathroom. But he’s sneaked past us a couple of times and has seen most of the house and has bumped noses with Pepper. Pepper seems cool about the whole thing. Thankfully. She isn’t hissing and spitting like Tricksey was when Pepper showed up.

Nikon D100, 50mm

T wanted Pepper dead, the second she first saw her through this crack in the door.


Has everyone seen the fluffy snow-covered Siberian Farm Cats ?

Pepper wants you all to know that she a Siberian, too. And so was Trickey. They like to look at snow, but don’t get much chance to go play in it.

Pepper is built like the cats above: big fluffy body, giant mane, little stumpy legs. T was a runt so she stayed small (but fluffy).


Let me run in the snow like a true Siberian!

Monday Cat Blogging

Nikon D90, 105mm macro

Now that she’s our only cat, we’re getting to know Pepper a lot better. She’s very sweet and loves to be petted. But she’s also kind of weird. She generally hates being picked up but sometimes she doesn’t. She can’t jump anymore (bad knees, we think – though she is kinda chubby) so we’ve arranged things to give her steps to climb . She acts like she wants to play, but I think she really just wants to lie down while I pay attention to her. Sometimes she’ll get into it enough to lift a single paw. But she doesn’t jump or pounce or chase, and she definitely doesn’t grab and attack toys like T would do. She likes catnip, but just to eat. She doesn’t roll around in it or stick her face in the bag and huff it, like T loved to.

She eats a lot less now that T’s gone. She doesn’t stink up the litter box so much, either. No idea what that could be about.

She sleeps on the bed with us, but as soon as the lights go out, she jumps off the bed to go have a snack and hit the litter box. Then she meows until we make some noise to assure her we’re still there. When she’s sure we’re still around, she jumps up and walks up to the head of the bed, to be petted some more. She used to sleep in the cat beds we have in the room. But I haven’t seen her in one since she became an only cat.

Four times now, she’s led me to the coat closet and demanded that I open it so that she can go in and smell Tricksey’s cat carrier – just like T did a couple of times towards the end. She looks at it, walks up to it, gives it a slow sniff, pauses, then walks away. She also looks around the bedroom when we first get into bed night before the lights go out, and I think she’s looking for T. But who knows. Cats are mysterious critters.