Potpourri of Feline Updates
I have not posted in long and long, chiefly because I have nothing to say. I still don't, but here it is anyhow:
Max Update: Despite his lack of fondness for the Good-morning-Maxxie-here's-your-pill routine his mornings have taken, Max is doing better. He's slowly gaining weight, and he's not as sheddy. He will be fine; I just wish I didn't feel so bad for cramming a pill down his throat every single morning for the rest of his life. I will look into the pill pockets that wraithgirl mentioned, not to try and trick him into taking the pills, but to make it slightly less traumatic (perhaps even pleasant) for him.
♣ ♣ ♣
Dave Update: My other cat, Dave, doesn't make it into as many postings as Max because Dave is a ridiculously low maintenance animal. He makes noise only very rarely, and now even less often because he has misplaced his beloved Grey String the drawstring from a pair of grey trackpants that Dave would carry around like a security blanket. Sometimes I would find the string in my bed, sometimes on the couch, and whenever Dave "found" it, he would carry it in his mouth, trotting happily up and down the hall while meowing loudly around his mouthful of string to proclaim to the world, "Rejoice, for my string draws nigh!" Since its mysterious absence, he has grown virtually silent, and I have looked pretty much everywhere I can think of. MOre on this exciting story as it develops.
In other Dave news, anyone who has ever visited my apartment can attest to the fact that Dave enjoys having a wet head. He rubs the top of his head against the bottom of the bathtub faucet until whatever water is there is deposited on his head, and then happily rubs his soggy fur against your lower leg (this is particularly hilarious first thing in the morning when you are standing in front of the toilet). And if that is not odd enough behaviour, I have made some other observations concerning Dave's wetheadedness:
He stopped getting his head wet when chixxor moved out. I had noted before that he didn't do it whenever she was away in Norway, as well. But when Raquel visited last weekend, Dave got his head wet all weekend. Raquel left on Sunday; Dave's head has been bone-dry ever since.
I don't know if it's specific people, or if happens whenever there is more than just me at home (alivicwil, do you recall if Dave had a wet head when you came to visit?). I will try to pay more attention when I have visitors at all my weekly gaming group, for instance to see if happens any time someone comes over, or if it only occurs when someone stays overnight, or if it's when someone stays overnight for longer than one night, or what.
I have no idea what any of this means in terms of cat psychology, except to reaffirm that which I already knew: Odd little fuzzball, my Davey.
♣ ♣ ♣
I had more to say, but I'll leave this post as a general Feline Update post, and write more later.
Max Update: Despite his lack of fondness for the Good-morning-Maxxie-here's-your-pill routine his mornings have taken, Max is doing better. He's slowly gaining weight, and he's not as sheddy. He will be fine; I just wish I didn't feel so bad for cramming a pill down his throat every single morning for the rest of his life. I will look into the pill pockets that wraithgirl mentioned, not to try and trick him into taking the pills, but to make it slightly less traumatic (perhaps even pleasant) for him.
♣ ♣ ♣
Dave Update: My other cat, Dave, doesn't make it into as many postings as Max because Dave is a ridiculously low maintenance animal. He makes noise only very rarely, and now even less often because he has misplaced his beloved Grey String the drawstring from a pair of grey trackpants that Dave would carry around like a security blanket. Sometimes I would find the string in my bed, sometimes on the couch, and whenever Dave "found" it, he would carry it in his mouth, trotting happily up and down the hall while meowing loudly around his mouthful of string to proclaim to the world, "Rejoice, for my string draws nigh!" Since its mysterious absence, he has grown virtually silent, and I have looked pretty much everywhere I can think of. MOre on this exciting story as it develops.
In other Dave news, anyone who has ever visited my apartment can attest to the fact that Dave enjoys having a wet head. He rubs the top of his head against the bottom of the bathtub faucet until whatever water is there is deposited on his head, and then happily rubs his soggy fur against your lower leg (this is particularly hilarious first thing in the morning when you are standing in front of the toilet). And if that is not odd enough behaviour, I have made some other observations concerning Dave's wetheadedness:
He stopped getting his head wet when chixxor moved out. I had noted before that he didn't do it whenever she was away in Norway, as well. But when Raquel visited last weekend, Dave got his head wet all weekend. Raquel left on Sunday; Dave's head has been bone-dry ever since.
I don't know if it's specific people, or if happens whenever there is more than just me at home (alivicwil, do you recall if Dave had a wet head when you came to visit?). I will try to pay more attention when I have visitors at all my weekly gaming group, for instance to see if happens any time someone comes over, or if it only occurs when someone stays overnight, or if it's when someone stays overnight for longer than one night, or what.
I have no idea what any of this means in terms of cat psychology, except to reaffirm that which I already knew: Odd little fuzzball, my Davey.
♣ ♣ ♣
I had more to say, but I'll leave this post as a general Feline Update post, and write more later.