Katie update

Katie hasn't gotten a lot of posts lately, so I thought she needed one.

Katie is doing....ok. She's not thrilled about the Gunnar addition. They have lots of hissy kitty fights. They somewhat get along. They can nap in the same bed and sometimes they play(fight).

I'm worried about Katie though. She's not eating enough. Matt says she's just making sure the (hollow-legged) kitten has enough to eat. When I see her eat, I praise her. Then Gunnar comes in and runs her off. I've made an effort to make sure she eats a few mouthfuls every day and have been giving her ham and turkey, too.

Last night we had fun changing the sheets. I mean, I removed some dirty sheets, which she was laying on. I then had to put the new sheets on the bed, while she laid under them and swatted at the sheets as I tucked and fitted. Then we watched TV together.

Cutest thing ever

Both the cats' favorite game is shoelace, where you just swish the shoelace around for them to swat at. Mojo has tried to play before, but usually ends up chomping down on the shoelace, running off with it and ending the game.

The other night I was sitting at the computer and Gunnar had taken the "I want to play shoelace" position on the floor, next to said raggedy shoelace. Mojo picked it up and started playing with Gunnar. He had taught himself the game.

I love that they are playing together, and Gunnar wagging his stumpy tail is precious too.

Begging

Here's Mojo begging for food. It's my fault. I give him the occasional bite of spinach, egg, chicken or carrots.

"Please mom?" he says.

Salad Thief

This is what happens when I leave a spinach salad unattended and a Manx cat decides he needs a toy.

New Dog?

Mojo got a long overdue haircut Friday. He got a nice short haircut in time for summer. He'd been looking super shaggy and it has been so hot out. He totally needed it.

They shampooed him and gave a s short, sporty cut. He looked like a whole different dog.

Matt brought him home from the groomer and Gunnar didn't know who the handsome new dog was.

Gunnar arched his back, flattened his ears and growled as if to say "Who is this and what have they done with my Mojo?"

Ladies Man

Mojo certainly loves the lady. Pretty girls send him into a tizzy. Here he is trying to make out with my sister Melissa.

Bath time kitty?

Being a Manxy cat, Mr. Gunnar loves water. If I ever run a bath, he gallops into the bathroom and fluffs himself on the edge of the tub. He'll watch the water pour into the tub. If there are rubber ducks or bubbles in the tub, he'll paw at them. Sometimes he even tries to lap up the bath water.

He'll keep me company while I take a bath. And at times, it looks like he's really contemplating jumping in. He hasn't done it yet....

Mojo is mad at me

It started last night when Mojo wanted to sleep in the bed. I was adamant that he wasn't going to sleep in the bed. I've had horrible back pain most of my life. And last night I was in excruciating amounts of pain. I'd tried pain pills, anti inflammatories, the massage chair and was looking for my muscle relaxers. It was bad. When the kids sleep in the bed, I can't get comfortable, and I have to sleep in contorted positions and it agitates my back. So please no pets in the the bed!

Mojo tried to get it the bed, and I would kick him out every time. This made him sad. (I blame Matt for letting him sleep in the bed in the first place.) He tried every hour to get back in the bed. At about 3 a.m. I was a zombie, and really needed sleep so I didn't have the energy to kick out.

That morning, I felt like hell and I let him know. I told him that if he loved his mom, he wouldn't sleep in the bed. (But he loves sleeping in the bed). I sternly took him out to use the potty, and he knew I was mad at him. He wouldn't even look at me. He walked himself in without going. I swear he was asking if dad could take him.

I came home at lunch and he was still mad at me. He was acting weird. Usually he wags his tail and is happy to see me. Today he was on the couch, sad. I took him out at lunch. He wanted a walk—I didn't have the time. We came inside, I gave him a treat and he wouldn't even take it. I put it on his treat spot and he wouldn't even look at it. I gave him some Chex mix as a bribe. He loves people food and he ate that, but said he was still mad.

So he's just acting weird.

Dinner for Mojo

I made a nice dinner last night: blackened tuna steaks with salsa, sauteed spinach and dirty rice.

When I turned away to use the computer, Mojo went straight for it. Here he is caught in the act via our Web cam.



I forgot that he likes both tuna and spinach.

Easter Egg Hunt

It was a beautiful Saturday morning. I'd just gotten back from the grocery store and I decided to take Mojo on a lunchtime walk. Rather than the normal way, he decided he wanted to go to the school next to our house. He hadn't been there to play in awhile, so I obliged.

He went poop right by the school sign (of course). I went to pick up after him and wouldn't you know, my bag's end had broken so the poop fell right out.

We proceeded on to the playground, where I sometimes (don't tell dad) let him runaround off leash, when we are far enough way from the road. Mojo ranup the stairs on the play center. He then ran quickly down and chomped up what I thought was wood chips.

I chased after him to get the wood chips. Then I decided one mouthful of wood chips wouldn't hurt him.

He just kept smacking on them though, giving me this really arrogant sly look—like he'd gotten something great that he knew he wasn't supposed to have.

So I chased after him again. I pried open his teeth and, there stuck on the top of his mouth was pink aluminum foil, the kind those tiny chocolate Easter eggs come in. My first thought was that it was bubble gum—which can be deadly to dog if it's the sugar free kind.

I pulled the gooey, chocolately mess out of his mouth. At first I threw the goop to the ground, but then took it to the trash can when I realized he, or another dog, could just get it again.

My hands were covered in chocolate and brown stains from the aforementioned bag incident. I had a white shirt on and all I could do was wipe my hands on the grass.

I think I got enough of the chocolate out of his mouth that he won't be sick. And I guess that was his Easter. Just don't tell dad what the Easter Bunny brought him ;)

Ice cubes

Mojo loves ice. He has since he was a puppy. His best good friend Gunnar also LOVES ice. (Aren't they a cute couple!)

I'll give Mojo some ice cubes after a walk. Since Gunnar likes them, I usually give Mojo one or two extra so Gunnar can have some to play with. Gunnar will bat them around for a bit and they usually end up under a chair or couch—if Mojo doesn't eat them first.

Gunnar also will come running if he hears the ice dispenser on the fridge. I have never seen a cat do that before.

Here's a picture of the boys and their ice cubes. Note how Gunnar is laying on one of Mojo's paws.

Not a Cross Country Runner

Mojo does not liking running.

With the perfect spring weather, I decided that I should get some exercise. I have to walk Mojo after work, so to kill two birds with one stone I decided to take Mojo on a run with me.

He likes to spring or lounge in the grass. Nothing in between.