The Snuggler...............................by Diane Ogden

Probably need no words for this one.  Darn guy is the best snuggler this side of the Mississippi as the saying goes.  His favorite place is on my arm and chest in the middle of the night.  What a guy! And he always puts his paw on the side of my face.  He must know I saved him.  But then he has saved me sometimes too. 

The Jar Went Empty.......................by Diane Ogden

Somehow I started mixing cat foods.  I would try one hairball food for Lucy and then find a better one.  But if I changed it suddenly she would throw up all over my living space.  So I kept mixing and mixing until I was mixing five bags of this and that.  Lucy is about 8 or 9 years old.  Bob on the other hand  is 2!  Maybe 3.  So one hairball food is for ages 1-6.   The other is for mature.  And in between are various other brands with all protein and one junky that would represent pizza to us.

I keep them in huge glass jars after I mix them all up.  Well the jars ran dry so it was mixing day.  I put all the bags on the counter.  Got the big red mixin' bowl out.  The measuring cup and went to work. 

I got  one bowl poured and Bob was on the counter head and feet first into that bowl.  He looked like he had won the lotto.  I backed off and let him have at it.  Reminded me of an old sow gruntin' and rootin' in her food.  He even pawed it around some. 

When he had his fill down he went off the cupboard and to his after meal man-chair...   a very satisfied long legged boy.  (immature man)

All the time Lucy sat stately on her haunches on the bar watching the kid pig out inside the big red bowl.   She waited for me to pour hers into her dish.  Told you she was a lady.

 BobBMO gets away with all but murder around here.  But then whose it to hurt?  No one.  I like his character.  Not so sure Lucy and Gracie dog do.  And I get that. 

More Cat Tails later....  since his belly is full he is napping like the typical man - boy!

The Princess and The Pauper.............................by Diane Ogden

Lucy is quite the lady of the house.  She is timid, yet makes her voice heard much of the time.  She tends to be afraid of things, anxiety would be the correct term.  Maybe even anxiety ridden.  Wonder if the word ridden is correct.  Reminds me of Lucy riding an anxiety horse.   She does.

   And the other and only young boy in the household is Bob.  Bob Benjamin Morrison Ogden who is but a feisty teen.  He was never taught respect for a Princess.  In fact Bob thinks he is King (dominates little Lady Lucy) when in reality he is but a poor lowly pauper I rescued from the "funny farm."  Most things and or people that (survived ) come out of the old homestead, have issues. But seriously I think Bob being a transient saved his behind (mind) from the clutches of the funny farm.  All that said, I have no clue where this youngin' came from.   I do know he is a lover and loyal.  But not to Lucy.  Bob chases her, scares her, gets her down and bites her neck.  No I do not allow it.  I am the only human here who is chasing a small (he finally lost weight) tiger cat around an apartment screaming stop it! And a few other choice non angelic words.  I never leave them alone and together when I am gone.  They would most likely be fine.  I believe the issue stems from Bob's jealousy of my attention to any other critter when I am home.  I still don't take any chances.

 

Bob is not in kill mode, he is yawning from boredom because Lady Lucy doesn't know how to play.  And that is because Bad boy Bob plays too rough.

Sometimes they hang together.  There are times I will accidentally leave one of them out on the porch.  Usually its Lucy who cries until I realize Bob is left out. 

Guess my little Princess cat took after me and unfortunately takes care of bad boys.  Wont she ever learn like I did!!

They are both special in their own ways.  They both bring a good energy to the home. Well most of the time.  Lucy scratches the wood furniture.   Bob scratches the sofa, but that is not the end of the world. When I am dead and gone who will care about some furniture.  (It's not new or I would be howling!)  Oh and Lucy cries when she poo's because she licks herself too much due to the anxiety therefore has an overabundance of hair to try to digest.  Yes I buy special food to help.  Lucy also hides every morning under my bed and wont come out.   I have to take a huge vacuum into my room and plug it in so she will run out.  Makes for tough mornings sometimes. All in all we're good.

Chicken Salad....Do Cats Like Grapes?.................by Diane Ogden

I was putting some poopy, no not poop. Pop.....poppy seed, celery, walnut, grapes, and chicken into a salad for my lunch.  I was also busy cutting some cheese, putting a few pretzels in a baggie when Bob came walking around the corner of the counter across the stove, whoopee. I hate finding cat hair in my food.  That being said....I still let him do it.  He checked out the chicken salad, decided it wasn't for him and sauntered back across the stove and around the corner where he jumped off the bar onto a bar stool and then onto the floor.  He went and ate the dogs food that must have turned out better then my concoction.   Hey, recipe is from Whole Foods! Not whole foods cat food I guess.  Never did know a cat that liked grapes.  Or celery. Or even poopy seeds.  You know I meant poppy seeds. 
He doesn't like applesauce either.  But he does like Gerber Ham and Gravy baby food.  He gets a scoop every morning with chicken broth. Lucy gets the rest of the jar.  We got this covered.
(Lest I forget sweet Lucy)

Rock a Bye Bubby on the Porch Swing.................by Diane Ogden

I purchased a rattan wicker looking porch swing last year.  It was stored in my second bathroom bathtub all winter.  I know, I know.  It amounted to me being determined to have one of my minor dreams come true.  After three months of hounding the maintenance team, I "got her done."  Bob and I and Gracie Allen and Lucy Lou love to sit outside and rock the night away swangin'. 

I bring the pillows in after each swangin' session.  Bob enjoys it outside  so much he finds his way to the swing cushion (on the sunroom floor) and sleeps on it until the door opens once again for a swangin' session.  You know, the John Anderson song called "Just a Swangin~!"    Well that would be the four of us every night if doesn't rain....  "Just a Swanin!"

 

 

"Let Me In, Wee Oooo, Whoot Wheee Oooo!"..............................by Diane Ogden

As I have said, I let the two cats outside on the porch every day.  I hung a baby mesh railing all about the rod iron.  They don't know they can jump over it.  They lounge in the sun and watch the birds dive at them wondering why. 

One day I was in the bedroom where the window faces the porch.  The window was open and Bob saw me from outside.  I thought he was the smarter of the two cats but notsomuch in this area I guess.  That would be the area of trying to figure out why he cant get into the bedroom to me through the screen from the porch.  He whines like a lost child crawling up on things to get to me, until I circle around thru the living room and sun room to the exit door to the porch where I call his name.  That seems to help him regain his land bearings and run inside to the bedroom where he sits and looks at me as though he figured the whole thing out on his own.   It is quite comical to watch.   Lucy Lou is not confused at all.  She sits quietly watching him make a fool of himself in front of her.  And he thinks he is the boss!  It's only because she lets him.

 

 

The Ogden Berlin Wall

So Gracie Allen the 6 lb. Chihuahua / Pomeranian has decided the beige carpet in the sun room is GRASS that can be poddied on.  NOT!  After discovering this nonsense, the carpet man came with his Green Cleaning Machine and rubbed the poddie all about and then sucked it all out.  I can only hope.  I then placed poddie pads in the area Gracie Allen was relieving herself in my absence.  To my disgust she poddied next to the poddie pad.  Sooo. 

Plan B went into action.  I took apart an old room divider that had water damage....whalla....the New Ogden Berlin Wall!    Only problem is:   Bob Benjamin Morrison Ogden cannot seem to jump the wall.  I even put a small stool on one side but he just sits on it and stares.  I feel so bad for him.  I think he may have had a back injury at one time.  Or he may have a fear of heights.  Humm, 18 inches isn't much to fear.  O well, he wont jump it.  It is stopping the need for the Green Cleaning Carpet Machine man so far.....

 

Doesn't Bob look like he cannot figure out how Lucy Lou got to the other side of the roadblock?

That is because he cant.  I will let you know when and if it ever happens.  He is a good boy though.

More Cat Tales later......