pets sometimes seem to go feral really quickly aftr getting out. catching them asap is so important. i have known people that had to trap their pets (dogs and cats) after they got loose because they just seem to go totally wild and will not come to people they have lived with for ever. i guess the fear just ramps up to the point where they just lose it.
oh YAY i’m so glad he’s home safe and sound! we had a kitty get out once, and i swear my heart stopped until i found him (hunkered down in the neighbor’s bushes). what an awful feeling. we have microchips in both of our kitties as well as our greyhound; we just figure you can never be too careful! {{hugs!}}
OMG, that gave me an anxiety attack! I am so glad you found him and he was safe. My kitties want outside so bad sometimes! But,if they ever got lost, I would leave work, too, to go look for them. :) /applause
I don’t think I can say it enough. I love Ikea. With the exception of about three things, our entire house is has been furnished by the good company of Sweden. Some of my favorite new purchases include this lamp and these chairs. In red, of course.
I bought this book: Beginning CSS Web Development: From Novice to Professional by Simon Collison with a gift card over the summer. It’s fantastic! I am a complete novice with this sort of thing, but I’m learning quickly thanks to this book. Thanks to Collison, I’ll never forget to top center my background image again.
If you like playing with color and color palettes, you’ll love this site - Colour Lovers. I’m playing with a blog redesign right now and it’s the perfect place to create a palette. Fun!
Last night we were sitting on the sofa. Tony was doing some work on his laptop, and I was on the phone with a friend. I look over and see Simon with his head buried in Emmett’s ass, licking away. Emmett was perfectly content to have his salad tossed. I had to put a stop to it. This kitty already emits the most foul odors known to man in the litter box, he doesn’t need any help from Emmett’s butt, too.
Around 5 in the morning, I woke up, not to my usual alarm clock, but to a familiar licking sound, which I usually hear when one of the cats is trying to eat something they shouldn’t. In the pitch dark, I jumped out of bed and picked up Simon to find out what he was chewing on. I put my hand to his face and felt something think and slimy protruding from his mouth. My initial reaction was panic that he had eaten something allergic, that his tongue was swelling up and he was going to die. I turned on the light. Yeah. I was wrong. He was munching on a giant HAIRBALL which Ariel had thrown up minutes earlier.
All of this wouldn’t have seemed so incredibly sickening if he also hadn’t tried to drink The Smoosh’s pee a few days earlier.
As Tony said, he is the only kitty WE could have adopted and the only two people who would put up with this. We heart him like crazy.