distractions and amusements
In typical attention-deficit fashion, I'm interspersing serious packing and sorting/throwing out, with blogging and laundry and taking the dogs out for a sniff outdoors and drinking coffee..lots of coffee...and therefore my stomach is in knots (no doubt from too much coffee vs worrying about whether I will get all this packing done).
The dogs were startled this afternoon by the freezing rain which has coated the exposed corner of the front porch, the steps and the snow banks with a sheet of ice. A little difficult to find a spot to do their business when the feet keep sliding out from under you!
The cats have moved to live at Youngest Daughter's, as of yesterday. They made the trip in an old metal dog-crate. BooBear soon settled in to take in the surroundings, but Caspar meaowled the whole way, not liking the motion of the car at all. After about 30 min, BooBear discovered the broken place in the door of the dog crate. He crawled out to happily sit on the floor in the back of the car. Caspar, meanwhile, was so busy meaowling and panting and dripping saliva on himself, that he didn't notice the escape route at all, or that BooBear no longer shared his prison! This, for another 15 minutes or so until he was liberated at my Youngest Daughter's home into another panic-inducing shock -- a new home with strange inhabitants to get acquainted with and accustomed to! Oh Dear!! Meaow! The 'boys' promptly hid behind the tv/entertainment unit, where they will no doubt stay for a couple of days, if their previous behavior after a move is anything to go by.
That also reminded Youngest Daughter of the time we moved the kitty litter boxes into the basement from the back porch. Winter was coming on, and we had decided leaving the door from the kitchen open to the unheated back porch so the cats could use the litter boxes, was no longer a good idea. We had moved here from an apartment, so the basement was a concept quite foreign to the boys. At first they refused to venture downstairs at all. When we carried them down to show them where the new location of the litter boxes was, they flattened out on the floor in panic. BooBear seemed to catch on ok, but Caspar refused to go downstairs and use the 'facilities'. Finally, in the evening, Caspar was sitting on Younger Daughter's lap as she watched tv. As she was petting him, he relaxed and suddenly Y.D.'s lap was very warm and wet...Caspar could no longer hold it! He did eventually catch on. Funny how he seems to be the dominant one of the pair, but it takes him much longer to adjust to changes. While BooBear is retiring where Caspar is outgoing, it is BooBear who figures things out and takes things in stride.
The dogs were startled this afternoon by the freezing rain which has coated the exposed corner of the front porch, the steps and the snow banks with a sheet of ice. A little difficult to find a spot to do their business when the feet keep sliding out from under you!
The cats have moved to live at Youngest Daughter's, as of yesterday. They made the trip in an old metal dog-crate. BooBear soon settled in to take in the surroundings, but Caspar meaowled the whole way, not liking the motion of the car at all. After about 30 min, BooBear discovered the broken place in the door of the dog crate. He crawled out to happily sit on the floor in the back of the car. Caspar, meanwhile, was so busy meaowling and panting and dripping saliva on himself, that he didn't notice the escape route at all, or that BooBear no longer shared his prison! This, for another 15 minutes or so until he was liberated at my Youngest Daughter's home into another panic-inducing shock -- a new home with strange inhabitants to get acquainted with and accustomed to! Oh Dear!! Meaow! The 'boys' promptly hid behind the tv/entertainment unit, where they will no doubt stay for a couple of days, if their previous behavior after a move is anything to go by.
That also reminded Youngest Daughter of the time we moved the kitty litter boxes into the basement from the back porch. Winter was coming on, and we had decided leaving the door from the kitchen open to the unheated back porch so the cats could use the litter boxes, was no longer a good idea. We had moved here from an apartment, so the basement was a concept quite foreign to the boys. At first they refused to venture downstairs at all. When we carried them down to show them where the new location of the litter boxes was, they flattened out on the floor in panic. BooBear seemed to catch on ok, but Caspar refused to go downstairs and use the 'facilities'. Finally, in the evening, Caspar was sitting on Younger Daughter's lap as she watched tv. As she was petting him, he relaxed and suddenly Y.D.'s lap was very warm and wet...Caspar could no longer hold it! He did eventually catch on. Funny how he seems to be the dominant one of the pair, but it takes him much longer to adjust to changes. While BooBear is retiring where Caspar is outgoing, it is BooBear who figures things out and takes things in stride.
posted by Kati at 3:23 p.m.
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