Category: Friday Cat Blogging

To those hunters who are disapointed that the idea to legalize hunting of wild cats in Wisconsin is apparently dead… call me.

I have a few targets to spare >;-)

(note to cat lovers: I’m kidding, maybe)

It’s been a long Friday for our kitty Spaz. Last night he came in after midnight all scraped up, and I presumed he had been in a cat fight. But today it was clear he suffered more than just scrapes, as he spent the whole day on the floor, unable to stand up.

At the vet this afternoon they confirmed that the fight Spaz had lost was more likely versus a car, and X-rays revealed a broken pelvis to go along with the ‘road rash’ scrapes. Fortunately the location of the break called for a restful self-recovery, rather than surgery. Two months lying in a box, previous history tells me Spaz will handle this well.

Since Spaz was already sedated for his X-rays, the Vet asked if I wanted to go ahead and take the opportunity to neuter him. “Go for it”, I instructed, “He’s having a bad day already.”

You’ve got eight lives left cat, but no more balls.

Someone kicked Spaz’s ass tonight, and scratched his face up good. I wonder if it was a kangaroo that he mistook for a large mouse. What a pussy!

Spaz likes to sleep with our shoes.

OK, so we’re a day late on our Friday Cat Blogging. I guess you could say we were caught napping.

When it’s cold outside, our cats go crazy with indecision. They all love to be outdoors, but once outside they quickly want back in. We’ve come up with a new solution to our Cat Doorman challenge. Each of the Casey kids has been assigned a cat, and when their cat wants in or out, it’s their job to get the door. Should leave only after hours duty for me, which will still be plenty.

This is Figaro, our original cat who we have had for about 12 years. Figaro would agree that our house has become a bit crowded with cats, and spends even more time outside as a result. Only winter cold and hunger can lure her in, but even when resting inside, Figaro likes to look out the window. If that rubber duck were real, it would be dead. Figaro is a killer with a large trophy shelf of mice, birds, squirrels, and cute little bunnies that she’s killed for the sport of it. Cute kitty.

Three cats, two doors. Kitty wants in. Spaz wants out. Figaro wants in. But if you open the door for her in response to a pleading look from the window, she’s suddenly standoffish, too cool to come in. She’ll look back from the front step as if to say, “Oh, you’re coming out? It’s great out here.”, or maybe she’ll bolt, as if she could read my mind and see me punting her from the step. But you can bet that three minutes later Figaro will be pawing at the back door, denying she was the cat who just blew you off in front.

This is Kitty, about two minutes after her desperate morning plea to be let out. Peering through her paw polished pane, wanting back in. I’ll let her in many times today. We are all Cat Doormen in our house.

This week’s cat is Kitty, a stray that our kids started caring for two summers ago (in the good old days when we were a one-cat house). By the time winter rolled around, we had little choice but to bring Kitty inside with full pet privileges.

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My friend Eric has introduced me to the Blog phenomenom known as Friday Cat Blogging, and being the bandwagon jumper that I am, I’ve decided to join the fun.

The truth is, I’m not really much of a cat person. I miss my dog. But my current reality is that I’m in a house with three cats, and so maybe some cat blogging will help improve my relationship with them. Or maybe this category will turn into ‘Why Chris doesn’t like cats’, we’ll see.

So, meet Spaz, the youngest of our three cats. Spaz was the one kitten we kept from the four that his mother Kitty had last spring. Spaz sleeps, eats, and meows loudly to be let outside. Fun. See you next Friday.