Living with Carnivores

A vegetarian human's adventure with cats

Category: Water

Must Get the Very Last Crunchie!

Heard a crash early in the morning. Groggy mind went through the options and decided to stay in bed and return to sleep.Sure enough, when the lazy human woke up, this is what she found when she went to change water in the water bowls.Someone was trying to capture fallen crunchies by pulling the absorbent pad out from under the water and, by then, empty crunchy bowls. Funny thing about the rack…it tips over when you pull the pad out from under it.  Notice the flood? Thank goodness the grey rubber mat caught the worst of it. Argh. Merkitty is the suspect.

 

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Bad Crunchies Again

img_4231Well, the human is back in the dog house. She found a bag of crunchies on sale that she’d really wanted to try. They are only partially dehydrated, so in consistency they fall somewhere between a soft treat and the usual hard crunchy.  They also are grain free and didn’t have any undesirable ingredients other than a bit of potato. She nabbed a bag (now 1/3 off) and took it home to her kitties. Sad to say, the new crunchies didn’t go over well, as you can see from above.

The human’s theory is that the reason the whole feeding station is upended is that the kitties were trying to find some of the “acceptable” crunchies that inevitably fall underneath the rack and bowls. (They are very messy eaters!) In trying to pull the absorbent pad with the good crunchies on it closer to their mouths, the tray and bowls that were sitting on the pad flipped over in the other direction. This has all the earmarks of the Merkitty, who has been fairly mellow these last few months…as long as the human was supplying acceptable crunchies. Mess up in that critical department and there is always hell to pay.  Such a Merkitty!

By the way, if anyone can figure out what constitutes an acceptable and a not-acceptable crunchy, please let the human know. She’s sick and tired of paying good money for ultra-premium pet food that the overlords won’t eat. Maybe they need a week of Friskies and 9-Lives to recall that they get pretty good chow in this house.

 

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We’re Back!

img_3855No, the kitties haven’t stopped having adventures. It’s just that the silly human has been overly busy with work all summer and fall to transcribe their words and post their pictures. She has promised her keepers to do better now.  So what have they been up to?  Well, the Little Red Bee went on a 3-day rebellious streak where he stayed in the basement hunting regardless of how many times the human called him. As a consequence, the basement is now off limits to all the 4-leggeds, and needless to say that hasn’t gone over well. Pepe has a new habit of burrowing under the covers as the human attempts to make the bed in the morning. What would ordinarily take 5 minutes takes 15, but brings lots of healthy laughter and often some pictures.  The Merkitty hasn’t been much of a water monster of late, but has become the crunchy-bowl guardian. No one gets to have access to the bowl until and unless she’s had all she wants to eat. In warmer weather she camps on the floor beside the bigger bowl lest some crunchies fall into the container that she doesn’t know about. Corky has increased his vocal commentary on all the human’s many faults, particularly when the cellar door remains obstinately shut. The human increased the number of fleecy soft blankets she has on nearly all the surfaces where the cats frequent, and in all the kitty condos and beds, so Caesar has been reluctant to get up in the morning. On the other hand, at night, he’s usually first on the bed to greet the human and he quickly burrows down under the blankets beside her where he sleeps for an hour or two.  He also has returned to carefully climbing onto her recumbent chest and laying down to get pets, so that’s progress. And now that temps are getting quite crispy, the kitties are quite wild, galloping all over the house chasing each other and making the noise of a herd of wild horses.  In other words, things are much as they were.

 

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Water, Water Everywhere but in the Water Bowl

IMG_3020Sad to say that the water monster has been very busy the last few weeks. Not sure if she’s particularly bored or just feeling mischievous, but she’s been throwing water out of every single water bowl in the house and flooding not just the absorbent dish-drying pad and rubber mat under each, but also the rug the mat sits on and the floor around and under all the other protective layers. It got so bad downstairs (with 3 major and separate floods in a single day) that the human removed the green cabbage water bowl for a few hours while she considered how in the world to offer water without having the floors destroyed. Maybe a thicker/taller-sided boot tray? The little minx has also been flooding the upstairs big water bowl leaving the other cats nothing to drink. In fact, in true Annoying Cat fashion, when she decides she wants a snack in the middle of the night, she starts slapping the water in the water bowl, causing the light-sleeping human to leap out of bed. In that groggy state, there is a tendency for the 2-legged to dispense an overly larger portion in the crunchy bowl, which honestly is likely the reason the plesiosaurus does this in the first place.  She is one conniving kitty despite that adorable-looking face.

 

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Kitty Temper Tantrums or Splashasaurus II

IMG_2605Once upon a time, Corky was quiet as a little grey mouse.  He was regularly beaten up by his big brother Pepe, and only after lots of provocation did he tackle his brother and end the torment…at least for a short time. When he came to live here, he more or less abandoned his quiet mousy ways and has proven to be quite vocal and have quite the temper when he doesn’t get what he wants from the dim-witted human.  Take the other day for example.

We start the morning with kitty breakfast in the kitchen. The cellar door is usually shut and off limits. The house has a 165-year-old hand-laid up stone foundation that is damp and smelly and houses some bodaciously large spiders. It is not a pleasant place for the human, but seems to be a source of great interest and exploration for the 4-legged masters.  Hence there is always a battle of wills going on over whether the small cats can convince the tall human to open the door and let them have a kitty adventure. To reinforce their point, they like to push on the old cellar door, which moves beyond the point it should and then slams back in place. They’ve learned the human hates it when they rattle the door, so of course 3 or 4 of them line up regularly and head butt and sometimes body slam the door. The human tries ineffectually to put up barriers of chairs and boxes. Sometimes these slow the cats down for a bit but more often than not the weak-willed human eventually condescends to open the door. Life is just easier that way. Who can win against one cat let alone and against 5? Forget it!  Were the human wise, she’d just leave the door open, but remember the damp smell and the big spiders? So she likes to close the door. Of course, no sooner do the meows descend the stairs than at least one of them wants back up again. (The head butting, body slamming works just as well from the other side of the door. And so do plaintive cries.)

So, we start the day with the usual banging and clanging on the cellar door. The human, who knows she has a lunch meeting glances at the clock. Can we go through several rounds of up and down the stairs before she has to leave? She gives in and lets 3 of them down the stairs.  Up and down the stairs they go off and on for an hour or more. Before the human has to leave, she calls the crew up and gets 2 of them upstairs. She runs to lunch, then back to a busy afternoon at work that extends late into the evening. Finally, she knocks off and leaves the keyboard at 9:40 pm. She feeds the crew in the kitchen, then goes upstairs to give them their evening snacks. While not everyone comes down for dinner all the time, usually everyone lines up and cries plaintively for their freeze-dried raw meat snacks before bedtime. She does the kitty count and comes up short. She runs down to the first floor, opens back up the door to the screened-in porch, and turns on the light and goes looking for Corky. Not out there.  Argh, he must still be in the basement, so off she goes to try that location. Sure enough, up he comes complaining loudly.  He’s missed meals and he’s not happy. He gets his snack, he gets soft food left over from the first feeding downstairs, he gets pets and hugs and apologies. He is not placated.

He continues to yowl and complain off and on for the next few hours. His sister is up in the kitty bed at the window overlooking the driveway and he wants to be there. He doesn’t want to share, even though she would likely move over to accommodate him if he jumped in with her. She refuses to leave, despite his many visits and complaints. Finally, the human who is sick and tired of being woken up gets up and moves her to another kitty bed. He disappears and doesn’t jump up to the vacated bed. Miss Macaroni soon goes back to her spot.  Up he comes again and again to complain that she’s in the bed he wants. The human gets up again and picks her up and moves her elsewhere. This time she goes and retrieves Mr. Complaints and puts him in the kitty bed he so surely wants. He jumps down and cannot be coaxed back up.

The human tosses and turns. Suddenly, around 5 am she hears the terrible splashing sound that signifies that the Plesiosaurus is at the water bowl tossing water on the floor….except the Water Monster is curled up against the human in bed. The human sits up and looks. Sure enough, Cranky Corky is the culprit. That means that the Merkitty has an understudy. No wonder there are so many floods in this house.

 

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The Very Last Crunchy

IMG_2617Who knew Macaroni was such a cookie monster?  A few months back if I’d been ask who was the most addicted to crunchies, I’d have nominated the Big Guy.  While he definitely likes his food, it turns out that it’s the Merkitty who really misses having bottomless crunchy bowls upstairs and down.  She shows her disapproval that the upstairs bowl is empty in the middle of the night by hooking the pad on which the elevated water/crunchy bowl sits and pulling it around the room. Her technique is first to pull the pad 90 degrees from its original position, and then to pull it off the rubber mat and out into the room.  That’s often how the water bowl becomes overturned.  Or, sometimes she moves the elevated bowls themselves, as can be seen in this picture. (They were all lined up nice and proper before she got busy.)

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Apparently what she’s trying to accomplish is find the last few crunchies that have inevitably fallen below the bowls and onto the pad.  Such a Merkitty!

 

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Floodasaurus Strikes Again — Repeatedly!

IMG_2401Well, only half filling the pretty green cabbage water bowl upstairs didn’t remotely slow down the Water Monster. No only was she flooding the guest bedroom every day, but she was continuing to flood the downstairs with the large elevated water/crunchy bowls. Finally the silly human decided to take action. First she moved the large elevated bowls, along with their rubber mat and dish-drying pad upstairs. They went to the room generally occupied by the Trio.  Next, the smaller elevated bowls and mats were moved from the Trio’s room to the room occupied by the Duo, and the pretty cabbage bowl came downstairs.  The upstairs flooding has decreased significantly, but the WM is continuing to flood the downstairs. That’s her handiwork above. The human doesn’t want the kitties not to have access to fresh water on the first floor, but she’s getting darned sick and tired of the daily downstairs floods.  What to do with a Merkitty!

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Waterbowl Baby

IMG_2329One thing I must report.  C&P arrived with a beautiful green bowl that looks like a cabbage.  It’s long been their water bowl. It’s much deeper and wider than the Merkitty’s current upstairs water bowl, and I had been filling the bowl up each day when I changed litter and put down new food.  I came in the other morning only to find the hand-knotted wool rug and placemat around the water bowl soaked and the water level quite low.  Now I didn’t see her do it and I didn’t catch her with a soaking wet paw and leg, but I’m betting C&P’s water bowl was visited by the watery one who decided to have a bit of splashy fun.  From now on, I only fill the bowl half full of water. I’ll have to keep an eye on this as I may be forced to go procure another rubber boot mat or another elevated water and crunchy bowl holder.  Such a Merkitty!

 

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Cinderella’s Mice

IMG_2231In the children’s fairy tale, Cinderella, the mice turn into magnificent horses and pull Cinderella’s pumpkin-turned carriage to the ball.  She needs to get herself and her carriage home before dawn as her enchanted finery will turn back into its more common form with the first rays of the sun.

In my house, I’m not sure what the kitty-mice turn into at night, but they go from cute but lifeless little toys piled in the kitty toy box to adventurers who gallivant all over the house in the dark. Some of the mice come up on the bed and chase the cats around.  Some of the mice go out as far as the kitchen and hide under the stove.  One or two mice might take a swim, or end up quite close to the water bowl.  Yet another mouse or two might end up in one of the potted plants.  And lots of mice will be found scattered up and down the stairs, all over the hallway, and next to my office.

Sadly, just like Cinderella’s horse-mice, as soon as the light of day arrives the kitty-mice flop on their sides and don’t move until I pick them up or the kitties grab them and run.  Still, it’s remarkable to find groups of them huddled in interesting patterns all over the floor.

 

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Kitty Archaeologists

IMG_2182Okay, so at their last checkups, both Caesar and Mac were given an ultimatum — or rather their human was — that they had to take off a few pounds. Mac has about 1.5 pounds to lose, and the Big Guy has at least 3.5 to take off.  Alas, to get flesh on Fireball’s skinny frame, I let the others nosh a bit too much.  So no more bottomless bowls of crunchies upstairs and down.  Needless to say, mealtime has become a much bigger deal as what they don’t eat in 30 minutes or so goes back into the refrigerator for the next 12 hours. This has been going on for several weeks already, not that I can tell if anyone has become more svelte. Time will tell I guess.

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Lest you think crunchy privation is going over well…it’s not.  Whereas before the kitties were quite messy about how they ate their crunchies, grabbing a mouthful from the bowl, backing up, dropping the tidbits on the floor, and eating them there, often leaving lots of extras around just so the human’s vacuum felt like it had a raison d’être, now there is a concerted effort to clean every last bit up. Sometimes, in the quest for stray bits, they end up hooking the absorbent dish-drying pad under the water and crunchy bowls and pulling it around in the other direction to see what they can find underneath. The other night as I went upstairs to prepare for bed, I found the upstairs water and crunchy bowls completely turned upside down on the floor, which was soaked (along with the rug) with water — a recreation of which is shown above. Clearly some ambitious excavation work had been underway. Who knew I lived with kitty archaeologists?

 

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