“Orange kitty is using biological warfare against me!” This is the sentence that comes out of the manfriend’s mouth as we are lying in bed being stalked by Jack, who is pacing warily around the bedroom, stopping occasionally to peer at us from the floor and then perch on the nightstand to watch us from above. Biological weaponry, in the manfriend’s estimation, is the dander floating like fallout everywhere in my house — dander that…
Me: I’m going to a party. See you later! Jack: [BARF] Me: [SCOWL] Jack: [eats barf] Me: See ya!
Behold this grainy footage of the ferret searching for something to steal from the purse. Her bandit mask helps obscure her true identity. [Project 365]
I’ve already posted my photo for day 31, but I have to post an additional little something. If ever there was any doubt about who owns this place, let this picture serve as a definitive reminder. It is amazing to me how evil this cat looks in photos but how deliciously adorable he is in person. The little shit.
I pet-sat today for Phil, who went out of town for the weekend. His roommate, who usually does the pet-sitting, is currently in New York City, auditioning for some band that’s been in an iPod commercial or some shit. Ya rly. Anyway, it was cool getting to let myself in the house to play with the animals. Of course we all remember Sir Howard the Lap-Bound and King Felix, but another ball of fur has…
Woke up today and saw my new wireless mouse on the hardwood floor, belly-up, its battery plate beside it. Helpless. Wonder how it got on the floor.
Those of you with small pets or even tiny mobile children know what it’s like to be lying in bed and feel the familiar shift of the mattress and the soft, uneven plod of four limbs as they amble slowly and unsurely toward you. Right? Pretty standard stuff. I was lying in bed, on my stomach, this morning, just enjoying being prone in the sunshine, when I felt the mattress jar and those footsteps come…
Channel 1: Kitties v. Balloon Behold, a balloon! from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Channel 2: The Cats Are Introduced To Drugs Just Say No from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
Last week was hell on steroids. Phil and I went back and forth and back and forth about Felix’s health. He’s old — seven and a half (that’s geriatric for Marshall Farms ferrets, sadly) — and he’s been having these weird fainting-type spells that he’s so far, luckily, snapped out of every time. Knowing the signs of adrenal disease and cancer from Gonzo’s battle with both two years ago, we didn’t hold out much hope…
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