Living with Carnivores

A vegetarian human's adventure with cats

Month: April, 2014

Spit like Cement

photo 4All 3 kitties groom each other on a daily basis, but no one grooms the others more than Caesar. However, I find it quite amazing that he frequently grooms his subjects against the direction in which their fur grows.  Interestingly, his spit must have some kind of powerful sticking properties, as once he’s given Fireball or Macaroni a “reverse Mohawk” hairdo, their fur stands upright like that for hours.  It adds new meaning to the term cowlick.

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Not easy to photograph, several examples of Caesar’s styling work are shown here.

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I kind of wonder if the reason Fireball sports the feature more often than Mac is because he pesters his big “brother” more annoyingly than the girly girl does.  With cats, who knows?  Guess I’m lucky that Caesar so far has opted not to groom my own hair.

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Sweet Surrender


There’s nothing like the feeling of pleasure that comes from expending considerable physical energy to accomplish a goal…


…especially when that goal is attached to an intriguing string that moves all by itself….


…and that goal ends in a catnip-filled toy that can be chewed upon with abandon just as soon as you wrestle it to the floor…

…ah life…


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Baby Merkitty

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Seriously, who could have resisted this face?  This is the Merkitty in a younger (and presumably more innocent) era at her foster mom’s house.  Can you see the mischief oozing out of every pore of her body?  Neither did I, although she was a bit older and wiser when I first met her. Since she spent that first meeting hiding under a chair, I had no clue that her front paws doubled as flippers.  Still, the Merkitty keeps things interesting in this house. She’s the most adventurous of the three and is the first to get into things or to try something new.

Her latest adventure combined her two favorite things:  climbing and water.  The human heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen, so dashed out to see what was happening.  Of course, the Tiger Boys made it clear that they were in the living room and were not in any way involved in whatever made all that noise.  The same can not be said about the ever-unrepentant Merkitty, who was crouched in the stove room to see what happened next.  She’d apparently climbed up onto the sink and then tried to trim spider-plant babies off of several plantlets that I had rooting in a heavy vase sitting on a plastic tray on the window ledge overlooking the yard.  When the Merkitty pulled on the spider baby, the whole shelf came crashing down into the sink, along with pots of thyme, rosemary, Egyptian onion and an errant cactus.  There even was a dracena rooting in a glass of water. Of course, as luck would have it, both sides of the sink were filled with dishes and mugs.  Somehow, miraculously, nothing broke.  However, the silly human has since removed the spider-plant rootlings to a safer spot out of sight of the Merkitty.


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IMG_1064Just so no one thinks it’s all sweetness and light here and there never are any kerfuffles…


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Tail Chaser


This is a Mac Attack!  Like a teen unable to control herself, Mac loves to chase tails.  She’ll flop down in one of the kitty beds or on top of me and chase her own tail round and round until I get dizzy watching her.  If Caesar is near by, his tail will be attacked, especially since that gorgeous tail of his is so big and it seems to be perpetually in motion. Mac really can’t help herself.  She watches it wiggle for a few moments, her eyes get big, and then she pounces with teeth and claws out.  Caesar, for his part, seems to have a very sensitive tail. He jumps up, one of the big paws goes up in the air as though he wants to strike the little miscreant, then his better angel gets control and the paw comes down. He huffs loudly to signal his indignation, then turns and leaves. This goes on night after night. Then we wonder why water gets shoveled out of the water bowl all over the floor? Harrumph!

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Fearsome Hunter Kitty


Who says the Big Guy doesn’t let loose? He’s a fearsome hunter kitty when something catches his eyes.  Despite his size, he’s amazingly fast and graceful.  And need I mention that those larger sized paws come with larger sized claws? Same goes for those teeth.  When no human is watching him, he really goes to town. That’s when he starts chirping and running around with toy mice dangling by the tail from his mouth. Stick a head around the corner to watch and he quickly returns to a quiet dignified pose accompanied by lots of embarrassed grooming.  He’s very unimpressed by the laser pointer that sends Fireball into crazed action for hours at a time.  However, bring out the fishing pole, or jiggle a ribbon or string along the floor or over the edge of the kitty condo, and Caesar Tiger Bear springs into action, ready to vanquish whatever forces are disrupting household calm.  He’s such a gorgeous boy.  Then again, I’m a bit biased.


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Michigan Mitts


There goes those Michigan mitts again.  Snaking into the food bowl and coming away with a hunk of food.  Notice the dribbles on the floor? The Merkitty does not clean up.  That’s the human’s job.  Those same paws also scoop water out of the water bowl — sometimes into an awaiting mouth, sometimes onto the awaiting floor. It makes little difference to the Merkitty.


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Return of Little Yellow Mouse

yellow mouseApparently, one of the kitties thought I needed a toy to play with when I left the house the other day. I surmise that he or she tucked a present into a bag I had by the door so as not to forget.  Somewhere along the way, the toy must have fallen out of the bag and onto the floor of the front passenger side of my vehicle. A friend along for a ride, upon departing my truck, announced that I had mice in my vehicle.  I was adamant that I did not. I always keep my windows rolled up tight.  She reached down by the seat she’d just departed, snagged something, and handed it to me. Sure enough, it was the little yellow mouse, last seen having just had a swim in the water bowl.  Hmmm…


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So Much Bed-Making Help


Just try and pull wrinkles out of a sheet or blanket on the bed.  Immediately, a tiger pounces, bites a hunk of fabric, and starts kicking more fabric with his paws.


Another tiger joins in. Ears up, eyes alert to the slightest movement of fabric over fabric. Big paws, sharp claws extended, the fearsome warrior attacks the moving cloth.

So much bed-making help!

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Paw Dangling can be Contagious

IMG_0563Paw dangling can be contagious, particularly if you sit too close to the Big Guy as these photos clearly show.  Now everyone needs to cool their paws and catch stray breezes. (Note that in the lower picture, Fireball has his paw over the top of Macaroni’s.)



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