Gratuitous Cat Post
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
I tend to shy away from personal posts on this blog. I like reading personal posts on other people's blogs, but that isn't why I created Gen X Rising.
Then, of course, there's my cats. The Typist over at Dogblogger allows her dog to have an entire blog to itself. And John the Methodist at Locusts and Honey has long chronicled the daily habits of his rabbits.
So I figure Lulu and Ruthie deserve at least one decent post. My apologies in advance. And thanks for the indulgence.
When Emily and I married, we were both single parents raising feline children. So there was a certain Brady Bunch quality to the whole thing. I had Ruth, a tempermental and skittish gray tabby. And Emily had Lulu, who sometimes acts so sedated that we are afraid she's secretly addicted to tranquilizers. (Side story: When we moved to North Carolina, we got some actual kitty tranquilizers from a vet friend of ours. We figured 12 hours in the car would be tough on them. So we put the pills in the middle of a delicious meal of Fancy Feast, per our vet's instructions. Ruthie ate all around her pill without touching it, and then got extremely agitated when we tried to force it down her throat; Lulu dutifully gobbled hers up and spent the next 9 or 10 hours in a coma.)
So that's Lulu above. I love this picture because it looks like the Holy Spirit is being poured out directly onto her. (And hey, who's to say that it isn't??) She is a serene animal. For you Myers-Briggs types, she is whatever combination of letters equals "calm, agreeable, friendly, and generally takes life as it comes."
Then there's Ruth. Unlike Lulu, Ruthie spent her first few months on the streets. I rescued her back in 2003, but she's never been able to fully shake the feral nature that her early kittenhood gave her. She's a great cat, but she spends a lot more time outdoors (and she has a disturbing tendency to kill small animals like birds and moles and then leave them on our back doorstep). She's a good cat too, but she plays by her own rules. Lulu would never think of spending the night anywhere other than at the foot of our bed; Ruthie, on the other hand, often spends all night wandering the neighborhood.
In the picture above, Ruthie has managed to get herself up on the roof of our garage and is trying to figure out a way down. Typical.
Ok, so I feel better now. Thanks.
Then, of course, there's my cats. The Typist over at Dogblogger allows her dog to have an entire blog to itself. And John the Methodist at Locusts and Honey has long chronicled the daily habits of his rabbits.
So I figure Lulu and Ruthie deserve at least one decent post. My apologies in advance. And thanks for the indulgence.
When Emily and I married, we were both single parents raising feline children. So there was a certain Brady Bunch quality to the whole thing. I had Ruth, a tempermental and skittish gray tabby. And Emily had Lulu, who sometimes acts so sedated that we are afraid she's secretly addicted to tranquilizers. (Side story: When we moved to North Carolina, we got some actual kitty tranquilizers from a vet friend of ours. We figured 12 hours in the car would be tough on them. So we put the pills in the middle of a delicious meal of Fancy Feast, per our vet's instructions. Ruthie ate all around her pill without touching it, and then got extremely agitated when we tried to force it down her throat; Lulu dutifully gobbled hers up and spent the next 9 or 10 hours in a coma.)
So that's Lulu above. I love this picture because it looks like the Holy Spirit is being poured out directly onto her. (And hey, who's to say that it isn't??) She is a serene animal. For you Myers-Briggs types, she is whatever combination of letters equals "calm, agreeable, friendly, and generally takes life as it comes."
Then there's Ruth. Unlike Lulu, Ruthie spent her first few months on the streets. I rescued her back in 2003, but she's never been able to fully shake the feral nature that her early kittenhood gave her. She's a great cat, but she spends a lot more time outdoors (and she has a disturbing tendency to kill small animals like birds and moles and then leave them on our back doorstep). She's a good cat too, but she plays by her own rules. Lulu would never think of spending the night anywhere other than at the foot of our bed; Ruthie, on the other hand, often spends all night wandering the neighborhood.
In the picture above, Ruthie has managed to get herself up on the roof of our garage and is trying to figure out a way down. Typical.
Ok, so I feel better now. Thanks.
posted by Andrew C. Thompson at 8:16 AM
6 Comments:
Way to cat-blog, Andrew!
Love the pics.
I love this post!
I think cat-blogging is the way to go. I'm afraid sometimes that I blog about Spooky The Cat far too much. We're having a bit of a problem getting her meds down her right now, so I reckon Ruthie and Spooky are kindred spirits. Spooky's predecessor, Gabrielle, was more like Lulu...completely relaxed, at peace with the world, and if we approached her with a pill, she would open wide. Cat personalities completely fascinate me!
I think everyone is entitled to some pet-related posting. I don't usually cat-blog either, but every once in a while they seem to sneak their way in...
So...are female cats considered eunichs too?
Living with three cats this summer has given me an appreciation for them that I did not think was really possible. My wife has wanted a cat for years, and this summer has advanced that possibility. But not while the rabbit is still living, of course.
Meow.
=o)
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