Katie was enjoying watching bird tv out of the full glass storm door. I heard her thump against it as I was writing to Oui Oui (it never got finished).
Then it sounded desperate and when I got into the entryway, she was in full fledged fight mode at a ginger cat right outside the door who challanged her by leaping at the glass.
She and it fought thru the window glass until I could get the spray bottle out to spray her, and that got Katie away from the door so I could close it. She still growled loudly, full puff going on and was very worried and anxious. She is still growling despite it not being seen.
She went to her other fave window and the cat was still there. I went out side while Katie yowled and fought the glass and the stray cat ran.
I found some Feliway calming spray that never had helped Admiral but I think it did Katie..sorta. She is still patrolling and growling. I have been able to approach her cautiously hoping I could soothe and not get bitten. I dare not open the door or the window shade again due to that stray.
Can you tell me of an outside repellant that will actually work???
Sure hope someone sees this and responds.
July 14, 2012
July 13, 2012
July 12, 2012
Tummy Thursday ( 'stead of Toosday)
Kitties! Devoted to Willow gave me a sweet award. The Very Inspiring Blogger Award. I'm supposed to tell you three things about myself and award this to others. Many of you have it, so whoever would like to have it and tell us a bit more about themselves I hope you will take it. I have told you bunches about me. But here's another. Mom can't drink anything when I am on her lap. Not water, not Cola, nothing. I run a little ways away and mom doesn't know why. Makes her sad. She can drink stuffs when I am standing next to her.
I wake up from naps in another room and immediately trot quickly to find mom. She loves the tiny sounds I make as I trot along singing. The last thing is I relax to the point of total oblivion and limpness on mom's lap. Please give some thought to picking up this great award and telling us about you. xox
Random Felines is on record (their bloggie today) as being grateful to ME, Katie, for teaching Doc how to play the mini blinds. He had a great set lined up for the household's middle-of-the-night entertainment and he played with aplomb (whomever HE is). The mom at Doc's house expressed heartfelt gratitude to me today for my effort on Doc's behalf. I found him an able student.
I am thinking of traveling where summoned to teach kitties these skills. I will of course travel via my Ess. These days I save costs on energy using my compact Ess rather than the tunnel. Contact me for my fee schedule. I will give you a sample of fees here. The fee for 1-5 lessons is two jars of Gerbers and 1 oz. of Half and Half. That's just for starters. I will have a brochure ready by this time tomorrow. Interested kitties may apply on-line at their leisure.
Meanwhile, feast your beautiful eyes on my tummy.
Random Felines is on record (their bloggie today) as being grateful to ME, Katie, for teaching Doc how to play the mini blinds. He had a great set lined up for the household's middle-of-the-night entertainment and he played with aplomb (whomever HE is). The mom at Doc's house expressed heartfelt gratitude to me today for my effort on Doc's behalf. I found him an able student.
I am thinking of traveling where summoned to teach kitties these skills. I will of course travel via my Ess. These days I save costs on energy using my compact Ess rather than the tunnel. Contact me for my fee schedule. I will give you a sample of fees here. The fee for 1-5 lessons is two jars of Gerbers and 1 oz. of Half and Half. That's just for starters. I will have a brochure ready by this time tomorrow. Interested kitties may apply on-line at their leisure.
Meanwhile, feast your beautiful eyes on my tummy.
July 10, 2012
What Can the Matter Be?
When my human brother was here with my nephew, they played and played with me. Especially the youngest one. I loved it. I played so much for that week and a day that I slept hard for almost 24 hours after they left except for meals and the box of course. Here is the strange thing. I just refuse to use my cat tree any more.
Mom rubbed catnip on it..sprayed it with catnip..gently placed me on it, played with my favorite fevver wand on it to tempt me and I come down within a second.
Nothing bad happened on it. Matter of fact this is where they played with me each evening. The tree is here in the computer room and if we gathered here, my nephew bean would get the fevvers and I would scramble around on the tree, in and out of the holes like a monkey playing. That last evening they were here was the last time I have voluntarily gone to it. I now just lay on the floor next to mama while she is working in here but never go to my tree. I will scratch the carpeting on the tree but I won't climb or get on at all. Or I'll go lay on the floor in the spare room...or perhaps on mamma's bed maybe on my blankie..maybe just on the sheets. Am I sads that they have gone do you think?
Mom plays with me every day same as she always has and I play with her too but still...I wonder if I miss my visitors.
Mom is still marveling at how I glisten with healthy furs. She hopes to be able to capture that gleam one day to show you.
The vishus deer ate all the birdie food so my TV was off for two days! I think mom oughtta be fired, I really mean it.
Oh, I did enter the Counter Surfing Event since you suggested it, and the Single Sleep Position event as well. Here is a front view of that same time on the sink. I didn't enter this view though. Oh my. I meant to schedule this for tomorrow. Mom? You are most definitely fired!
Mom rubbed catnip on it..sprayed it with catnip..gently placed me on it, played with my favorite fevver wand on it to tempt me and I come down within a second.
Nothing bad happened on it. Matter of fact this is where they played with me each evening. The tree is here in the computer room and if we gathered here, my nephew bean would get the fevvers and I would scramble around on the tree, in and out of the holes like a monkey playing. That last evening they were here was the last time I have voluntarily gone to it. I now just lay on the floor next to mama while she is working in here but never go to my tree. I will scratch the carpeting on the tree but I won't climb or get on at all. Or I'll go lay on the floor in the spare room...or perhaps on mamma's bed maybe on my blankie..maybe just on the sheets. Am I sads that they have gone do you think?
Mom plays with me every day same as she always has and I play with her too but still...I wonder if I miss my visitors.
Mom is still marveling at how I glisten with healthy furs. She hopes to be able to capture that gleam one day to show you.
The vishus deer ate all the birdie food so my TV was off for two days! I think mom oughtta be fired, I really mean it.
Tuxie Tuesday
Kitties...come on now, I don't need diapers. I should have said that the pee incidents occured when I had an open litter box back when I first got here. Now, I just pee and it's contained within the box. Even when I face the back, no pee hits the floor. But it sure collects in the "seams" of the two halves of the box. Whew. I hope important kitties of the male variety didn't see those comments and decided I peed on the floor. How embarrassing.
By the way, I laid out on mom's lap and stayed sleeping for 1 1/2 hours this evening while mom really needed to get up, and while the part of her lap I was laid on burned like a lit fire from my body heat, she was rewarded by seeing my pink tongue sticking out between my teefs in front while I slept, my pink and black padded twitching toesies and two fang points attractively arranged on either side of my protruding tongue tip showing. That was MY evening, kitties. Soon we'll go to bed.
See you soon...mom is scheduling this for in the morning. OH! Here is a picture of me spread out on the bathroom sink. That was a few hours ago. I spread out my back leggies and let my undercarriage do the contact and I draped my arms on the vanity front on one side and the other arm I draped down into the sink. One of my white socks in back toward you is blending in with the sink top. I'm flat as a fritter.
By the way, I laid out on mom's lap and stayed sleeping for 1 1/2 hours this evening while mom really needed to get up, and while the part of her lap I was laid on burned like a lit fire from my body heat, she was rewarded by seeing my pink tongue sticking out between my teefs in front while I slept, my pink and black padded twitching toesies and two fang points attractively arranged on either side of my protruding tongue tip showing. That was MY evening, kitties. Soon we'll go to bed.
July 9, 2012
The Naughty Parts of Me.
Kitties and woofies, I am too naughty. Just I have a racket going with my tiny little meows and sweet sounds. Mom may get annoyed with me sometimes but never mad because I am cute and small and feminine. I get away with ANYTHING, kitties.
Here is a badge my brother made for me. He also knows how naughty I can be and I can't always charm everyone all the time. I think he sees through me.
That above is what the 8 Ball said when Mom shook it and asked about me. If you have confessions to make, feel free to take and use it for your confession blog.
How am I naughty you may ask? I told you about it really. I have a huge carpeted cat tree, three tall scratching posts, three cardboard scratchers, 1 scratch mat, and a track ball with a scratchy place in the center. I use each and every one of these but I still scratch the carpet..and a lot too.
Also, for a girl cat, I have terrible awful aim. Mom had to clean up many a puddle of you-know-what off the floor where my litter box is. She used puppy pads, different litters..but it was my incredibly bad aim. How in the world I got into the habit of just standing in the box and letting fly, I don't know. Not EVEN a tiny squat. I know, TMI. Finally mom got a clue and got a covered box BUT she has to separate it every day and clean the accumulated wiz from all around where the two halves come together. No aim, kitties. Not even a little. AND while in the box I have gone in to where I am facing the BACK of the box and let loose...do I have to draw a picture here?
AND I scare the hair off mom's head by attempting to get on the stove so she has to try to take measures to guard me while the stove cools in case she doesn't see me trying again.
But when I come into a room after a nap making tiny little sweetest sounds..she's melted butter in my paws as I aim for her and jump up to head butt and snuggle. I let her pick me up whenever she wants and I am limp with trust. *then I go scratch the dickens outta the carpet!*
Oh. No horking since mom started giving me just under a half a 3 oz. can of wet food. No more. Maybe my warm shiny glossy belly was too full?
Those are a few of my confessions. There will be more. xoxox
Here is a badge my brother made for me. He also knows how naughty I can be and I can't always charm everyone all the time. I think he sees through me.
How am I naughty you may ask? I told you about it really. I have a huge carpeted cat tree, three tall scratching posts, three cardboard scratchers, 1 scratch mat, and a track ball with a scratchy place in the center. I use each and every one of these but I still scratch the carpet..and a lot too.
Also, for a girl cat, I have terrible awful aim. Mom had to clean up many a puddle of you-know-what off the floor where my litter box is. She used puppy pads, different litters..but it was my incredibly bad aim. How in the world I got into the habit of just standing in the box and letting fly, I don't know. Not EVEN a tiny squat. I know, TMI. Finally mom got a clue and got a covered box BUT she has to separate it every day and clean the accumulated wiz from all around where the two halves come together. No aim, kitties. Not even a little. AND while in the box I have gone in to where I am facing the BACK of the box and let loose...do I have to draw a picture here?
AND I scare the hair off mom's head by attempting to get on the stove so she has to try to take measures to guard me while the stove cools in case she doesn't see me trying again.
But when I come into a room after a nap making tiny little sweetest sounds..she's melted butter in my paws as I aim for her and jump up to head butt and snuggle. I let her pick me up whenever she wants and I am limp with trust. *then I go scratch the dickens outta the carpet!*
Oh. No horking since mom started giving me just under a half a 3 oz. can of wet food. No more. Maybe my warm shiny glossy belly was too full?
Those are a few of my confessions. There will be more. xoxox
July 8, 2012
Awardie Sunday
Let me think real hard about seven things...Hmmm....
One: I try to climb walls in the house even though I slip back down the wall every time. Even I am puzzled as to why I do this.
Two: I have no interest whatsoever in the elusive red dot. None. Mom has tried to interest me multiple times and gave up. I don't even look at it.
Three: I have no interest in human fuds at all. I never get on the table or inspect mom's or brothers or friend's fuds.
Four: I don't know a human stranger. Everyone is a friend and there/here to love me.
Five: Mom said I am the head butting Queen. NO one head butts as much or as many times as I do each day.
Six: I never sing at night but I do make sweet sounds when I bring real or toy mousies into our room in the middle of the night. Tiny soft little sounds. Makes mom smile to hear me when I wake her playing and telling her about my mousie conquests.
Seven: I sit on the dresser top where Admiral is. I do that at least every few days. Mom knows it's a coincidence that I sit there but she smiles.
I am supposed to pass this sweet award to six others. It's my pleasure to do that.
Alley Cats and Angels of NC
Cattitude
Critters in the Cottage
Dakota's Den
Friends Fur Ever
Cat-A-Holic with Laila and Minchie
Kitties and woofies, please go see these beautiful bloggies and furriends.
And please visit my Rainbow Page for pictures and times of our precious friends who have flown away from us. Mom helps me put their dear tributes there so we can save them and they won't be at the bottom of the home page by their numbers/length. XX
Hugga Hugga from me, Katie Isabella
PEE ESS: Mom said to tell you not ALL is sweetness and light with me. Not by a long shot.
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