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Bijou

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Re: S/O Dear Dog...Dear Cat
« Reply #690 on: June 28, 2012, 03:55:08 PM »
Just because you shouldn't eat onions and garlic doesn't mean that I can't.  I know you're trying to save my life, but really, they won't hurt me...I'm not a cat...I'm a person.  I LIKE onions and garlic and when  you jump in my dish, I have to throw the food away...because you can't eat it...because it has onions and garlic in it.
And, that stuff in the white bowl next to your food dish is water...same as comes out of the tap, so don't act like  you're dying of thirst if I don't turn on the faucet in the bathroom for you.

Just a thought.  I know no one here has a cat that drinks out of the toilet. but if a cat did do that, could you get a fake little toilet to put by the food dish so they would stop hogging the bathroom?
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« Reply #691 on: June 28, 2012, 03:58:37 PM »
Just because you shouldn't eat onions and garlic doesn't mean that I can't.  I know you're trying to save my life, but really, they won't hurt me...I'm not a cat...I'm a person.  I LIKE onions and garlic and when  you jump in my dish, I have to throw the food away...because you can't eat it...because it has onions and garlic in it.
And, that stuff in the white bowl next to your food dish is water...same as comes out of the tap, so don't act like  you're dying of thirst if I don't turn on the faucet in the bathroom for you.

Just a thought.  I know no one here has a cat that drinks out of the toilet. but if a cat did do that, could you get a fake little toilet to put by the food dish so they would stop hogging the bathroom?

Leave the toilet seat up.  Once upon a time, Dark Cat, named Kasper, liked to drink out of the toilet bowl.  We didn't have dogs so the lids were up but the seats were down.  Dark Dad was tired of having the toilet seat always wet because the cat was drinking out of it, that he left the seat up.  Kasper jumped expecting 3" of landing space; when he was greeted with only 1", he fell in, splashed about, fled, and never drank out of the toilet again.

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« Reply #692 on: June 28, 2012, 04:16:47 PM »
The cat's water fountain is in the bathroom next to the toilet.  Cats (in general) like running water.  We bought the least expensive Petco model.  It's the smallest model and it barely fits.  Our condo is tiny.  We bought the water fountain when Midnight's kidneys began to fail and she compensated by drinking more.  The vet said "the more she drinks, the longer she'll live," so we bought the fountain to encourage her to drink more.

Bootsie loved drinking from the sink faucet until she got too fat and her arthritis got too bad for her to jump up.  Now she has the fountain with running water at her chin level.
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« Reply #693 on: June 28, 2012, 04:21:44 PM »
Just because you shouldn't eat onions and garlic doesn't mean that I can't.  I know you're trying to save my life, but really, they won't hurt me...I'm not a cat...I'm a person.  I LIKE onions and garlic and when  you jump in my dish, I have to throw the food away...because you can't eat it...because it has onions and garlic in it.
And, that stuff in the white bowl next to your food dish is water...same as comes out of the tap, so don't act like  you're dying of thirst if I don't turn on the faucet in the bathroom for you.

Just a thought.  I know no one here has a cat that drinks out of the toilet. but if a cat did do that, could you get a fake little toilet to put by the food dish so they would stop hogging the bathroom?

Leave the toilet seat up.  Once upon a time, Dark Cat, named Kasper, liked to drink out of the toilet bowl.  We didn't have dogs so the lids were up but the seats were down.  Dark Dad was tired of having the toilet seat always wet because the cat was drinking out of it, that he left the seat up.  Kasper jumped expecting 3" of landing space; when he was greeted with only 1", he fell in, splashed about, fled, and never drank out of the toilet again.
One of mine stopped drinking out of the toilet when another cat pushed her into it.  First and only time I ever saw a cat play a practical joke.
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Re: S/O Dear Dog...Dear Cat
« Reply #694 on: June 28, 2012, 08:05:07 PM »
I used to have a cat who wasn't too sure-footed, and after having to fish her out of the toilet several times because she fell in I made a rule that the lid was to be kept down at all times when the toilet wasn't being used by a human, and anyone leaving it up would have to dry the cat off if she fell in.  The rule worked - she never fell in again.  She did, however, fall into the bathtub once when I was soaking in a bubble bath. 

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« Reply #695 on: June 28, 2012, 08:08:39 PM »
Dear Figaro,

You have all the personality in the world which is why I gave you that name.  So is that why when you lay in the bathtub you knock my razor off its ledge?

Love, Mum





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« Reply #696 on: June 29, 2012, 09:24:22 AM »
Dear Alexei,

I don't know what you were doing last night, but the sound of a 5lb ceramic plate full of crochet needles and remotes crashing off the piano at midnight is very disturbing.  If you must run around and play in the middle of the night, would you please try to sound less like a rampaging band of marauders? 

Love,
Mommy

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« Reply #697 on: July 25, 2012, 07:41:32 PM »
Dear Furballs,

Sharpening your claws on the carpet, felonious hot pursuits across the bed (and occupants) at 5AM and spilling DH's glass of ice water on him, which soaked all the bedding and onto the mattress is not how or when we want to start the day.  Further acts of this nature will get your sorry tails booted out of the bedroom or house.

Love,

Mom

(DH was NOT a Happy Camper this morning.)

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« Reply #698 on: July 25, 2012, 08:48:45 PM »
Dear Carmen and Figaro,

I know your kind is nocturnal in the jungle, but this is a one-bedroom apartment with your human mum who needs you to not do this after dark.

Also, Figaro, it's summer and it's hot.  You might want to take it easy until it cools off.

Love, Mum





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« Reply #699 on: July 26, 2012, 10:54:48 AM »
Dear Lyoko,

I know your brothers used "your" litter box.  We just moved and mommy hasn't been able to bring the other two litter boxes up to the 3rd floor.  Up until today, her legs hurt to bad from moving the cat trees and litter boxes and food plus her stuff to get that far.  You do not need to howl every hour on the hour through the night until I get up and clean the litter boxes.  You will survive, I promise.

Love,
Mommy

PS...keep it up and I will lock you in the closet with your litter box, water and food where I can't hear you and let you out in the morning.
(The closet is a walk in closet that's the size of a Fiat)

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Re: S/O Dear Dog...Dear Cat
« Reply #700 on: July 27, 2012, 10:10:46 AM »
Dear Boojum,

Shut UP!

Kind regards,
The Suckers.
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« Reply #701 on: August 23, 2012, 11:03:13 PM »
Dear Footsie,

I am very sorry that I didn't realise Baby Budgie was able to commando crawl (he couldn't do it the day before) over to you and grab your tail and chomp it. I know precisely how sharp his teeth are and that must have HURT.
I would like to say how impressed I am that you realised halfway through your swing that you were about to take out the baby and managed to sheathe your claws in time, fetching Budgie a mighty wallop but no scratches. Well done!

(you didn't need to then come over to me and claw my ankle, but I understand why you did it.)

love,
your human, who will keep a better eye on the baby from now on

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« Reply #702 on: August 24, 2012, 08:59:23 AM »
Dear Buzz:

The bar is not your own personal climbing gym.  Yes, I know that it is temptingly fabric-covered up the side and seems to offer perfect access to the heights of the TV room, but it is definitely Not Allowed.  I will be reinforcing this with the spray bottle.  Repeatedly.  You look appallingly ridiculous suspended there, like a furry and demented bat.

Dear Deke:

I would really appreciate it if you would not sink your claws into my backside while I'm in front of the computer.  I was on the chair first, you know!  Sneaking behind me and then using my derriere for a pincushion does not make Mama happy, and an unhappy Mama means a less indulgent Mama--and perchance increased usage of the dreaded spray bottle!

Dear Mehitabel:

No, the kittens are not trying to drive you insane.  They can't; you already went mad years ago.  Sorry.  I got two of them on purpose, so that they would be able to play and fight with each other and would leave you in peace.  (Although it is kind of cute how you start grooming Deke, then get this look of "What am I DOING?" on your face and then whack him upside the head.)  And no, you can't have the kittens' food.  You're already a good five pounds overweight, which would be fine if you were a human being--but you're a cat.  I'm sorry to have to tell you this yet again.  You.  Are.  A.  Cat.  I know this shocks you, but it's the truth.

All three of you, thank you so much for being the perfect excuse for staying home from unwanted family vacations!  I got to get out of being tyrannized by Snowflake Nephew and I get the whole house to myself this weekend while DH, DS and my in-laws go to Ottawa for a weekend of culture.  (I have Museum ADHD.  Also manifests as Art Gallery ADHD.  I can feel my attention span wandering as I cross the threshold of any of these places.  It's a sad, sad thing, I suppose, but we must all understand and respect our limitations... ;D)

With deepest affection (and some bandaids on the backside!),

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« Reply #703 on: August 24, 2012, 11:52:51 AM »
Dear Misha,

You have been placed in solitary confinement due to your unspecified protest. By flouting society's laws regarding defecation in unauthorized zones, you have been segregated from the community at large for rehabilitation.

We love you and want you back amongst us, so please participate in therapy and stop trying to kill Mummy when she's trying to give your medication.  I'm sorry that it turns you into Cheech.

Your victim, jailor, food bringer lady,

Spooky

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« Reply #704 on: August 24, 2012, 12:15:46 PM »
Dear Max,

When Mr. Sirius tells you to get off his side of the bed, he's not being mean, he just wants enough space to sleep.  Your 15.5-pound self takes up a lot of space, in case you haven't noticed.

Love,

She Who Scritches