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Feline Friday – #81 – leisure time for Friday

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Never enough meeses to play with.

These photos are an homage to my late, great Tuxedo Cat Friday. He passed away in 2013 at the age of 18. He knew how to live the good life!

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Some privacy while I wash, please!

He was a very friendly, playful, sweet cat most of the time. But due to missing a protein in his brain he exhibited characteristics of being bipolar and schizophrenic.

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Just five minutes more….

I’ve written about his condition previously. He was on amitriptyline every 24 hours. It saved his life as otherwise I would not have been able to keep him. Without the medication he was extremely aggressive towards me and in the middle of the night would run up and down the stairs and slam himself against the walls. It was pretty terrifying and I lived in fear of him for several months. The day he went on the medication he became a different cat.

If you encounter a cat with these traits, ask the vet about amitriptyline!

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Feline Friday – #80 – cats rule!

frankie la times

I subscribe to the digital version of the Los Angeles Times but for some mysterious reason we were getting deliveries of the printed version and nobody in the building claimed them. So I took them to use for various purposes. Obviously Frankie decided he liked the printed version better than the digital version.

Freddie drapes

Freddie likes to take naps under the drapes in the bedroom. As you can see he also likes to get his claws in them.

Frankie chair

Speaking of claws, Frankie uses the chairs to sharpen his. This is apparently preferential to using the scratching pads I have provided.

Freddie scanner

Freddie likes to stretch out on the scanner. It’s difficult to lift the lid of the scanner with a 16 lb (7.25 kg) cat lying on it but I manage.

One thing you have to learn is cats rule!


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Feline Friday – #79 – the bigger the smaller

 

freddie and frankie

There are so many cat rules, sometimes it’s hard to keep up… especially as some of them change with a whim.

But one rule that seems to remain constant is the bigger the cat, the smaller the space necessary to be comfortable. And vice versa.

My 16-pound (7.3 kg) cat Freddie scrunches himself up into a small box on my living room table. You’ll find him there early afternoon to evening.

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My smaller cat, Frankie, weighing in at 11 lbs (5 kg) needs a whole sofa (actually the loveseat) to himself.

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It seems to be an equitable arrangement. Freddie does his yoga moves to fit in the box.

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While Frankie has sweet dreams buried in the pillows.

 

Feline Friday – #78 – here comes the sun

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Frankie Freddie sunThe Melaleuca trees in the front of the building were trimmed last week. It’s made a huge difference to the amount of sunlight streaming through the living room windows… not to mention the view of people and dogs and cars passing by. Now everybody wants the window seat!

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Between the shutters and the window is the best view.

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But the carpeted pedestal is definitely the most comfy. Too bad there isn’t room for two at a time! But it’s just a matter of working out a schedule.

Another good sunny spot is in the bedroom in the morning on the shoe rack.

Frankie Freddie sunThere are definitely too many shoes here. All those well-worn shoes with the holes in the toes and soles need to go in order to make room for the newer ones. But it’s hard to part with old comfortable friends.

Frankie Freddie sunThe ironing board is a good place to hang out too to catch a few rays.

As the sun moves around the house you have to move with it. It’s a skill you have to work at… but the rewards are worth it!


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Feline Friday – #77 – after shower drink

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We had to beg our human to post a Feline Friday today. Once again she is in a panic getting her photos ready for an exhibit tomorrow. She says it isn’t about selling her work, it’s about putting her intentions out into the universe. What kind of hippie crap is that?

No decent cat would talk about intentions into the universe. We want something, we meow. At worst we might climb up our human’s legs… only when she’s wearing jeans, of course. Or we might swat her on the cheek in bed at 5:00 AM, yeah that works.

But intentions? Universe? Give us a break!

We weren’t really happy about it but she posted this photo of us, Freddie and Frankie, catching the drips out of the faucet when she stepped out of the shower. While it’s embarrassing, the truth is that water dripping out of the bathtub faucet is so much more exciting than the filtered water in our drinking fountain.

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What happened? The water stopped dripping! Now what are we supposed to do? Put our intentions out into the universe? Okay, if that’s what it takes… Oh, dear universe, bring back our water… pretty please!

 

 


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Feline Friday – #76 – vacuum cleaner attachment

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I recently bought a Shark vacuum cleaner. When I laid all the pieces out on the floor there was an extra attachment that wasn’t listed in the manual. It didn’t seem to fit anywhere.

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After I finished assembling the vacuum cleaner, this mysterious attachment was left over. And worse yet, it seemed to have an attitude! When I tried to collect all the packaging to put in the recycling bin it actually growled at me.

Even though I am love with the vacuum cleaner itself, I’m going to have to contact Shark and complain about this extra attachment. I mean really, they should have a better quality inspection system!

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As the day progressed, things got worse. I had scrubbed the bathroom and washed the bathroom rugs. Next thing I knew, the unidentified attachment had scrunched up my nice clean rug to take a nap!

Surely this was the end of the havoc. But no!!

frankie stairsBelieve it or not, the worst was yet to come. I went to bed early as I was tired, I woke up at 11:00pm and remembered I had not turned off the computer upstairs in my office. Coming back downstairs I was groggy and made the bad decision not to turn on the light in the stairwell. The last thing I remember is feeling something furry and squishy under my feet.

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I took a nose dive down the stairs and ended up sprawled in the cats’ drinking fountain at the bottom of the stairs! I didn’t hit my head but I was in shock feeling the water sloshing around me, hearing the pump working and wondering in my daze if I would be electrocuted!

Fortunately, I am still here to tell the story. All I can say is, when you buy a vacuum cleaner with fancy attachments, make sure you check out the box very thoroughly and if anything doesn’t look right, be very careful.

frankie and freddie

Of course, Frankie thought this was all very funny and here he is having a good laugh. And my gentle giant, Freddie, just taking it all in his usual laid-back style.

But I do want to thank Frankie for being a good sport about his participation in this post and, of course, to Freddie for being his usual patient self with all of Frankie’s hijinks.


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Feline Friday – #75 – calling all hummers

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About four months ago I bought a hummingbird feeder.

We get so many hummers flitting through the Melaluca trees outside the front balcony looking for insects for their protein, I thought it would be nice to supply them with a little dessert for their hard work.

Of course, this has turned into cat TV. Here is Freddie patiently waiting for a hummingbird to stop by. I didn’t have the heart to tell him all the time he sat out there no hummers were about to take a chance on the feeder!

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But after a while Freddie was getting very frustrated. So if the hummingbirds weren’t coming to him, he would go to the hummers! “Come on little feathered friends, where are you? Come on over!”

Sorry, Freddie, this is going from bad to worse!

Finally Freddie gave up and came inside to watch from the other side of the window where the hummingbirds aren’t afraid of him.


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Feline Friday – #74 – Memorial award for Pharoah at the Culver City Art Group Holiday Show

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I’m getting ready for the art show on Saturday. After this I am looking forward to getting back to blogging again.

It’s our custom to give memorial awards to fellow artists in the show for somebody who has passed away during the past year. My memorial award this year is given in honor of sweet Pharoah who passed away July 2nd.

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I’ll be channeling Pharoah as I view the artwork looking for a piece that he would enjoy.

 


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Feline Friday – #73 – guarding the suitcase

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I was out of town for over a week visiting southern New Mexico. I’ll be posting photos when I have more time. When I attempted to put my bags away I saw they were being guarded very closely by Frankie. He figured I couldn’t leave again without getting past him first… and he wasn’t budging!

As soon as I got out of the taxi in the driveway I heard raucous squealing. That was Freddie up on the roof welcoming me home. By the time I opened the front door he was there to greet me… along with Frankie. As always, it was great to be home!

I have a lot of things going right now so it’s going to take me a while to get back to my blog… and checking out yours… but I will be back as soon as I get caught up.


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Feline Friday – #71 – cooling, composing and being contrary

Frankie and Freddie cooling off in the breeze.

We’ve had some heat lately. I don’t use the a/c because my place is built like a barn with high ceilings and an open loft, so fans and open windows to catch the breeze are a better idea. But when you are wearing a year-round fur coat, things can get a little warm.

So when the temps soar upwards Frankie and Freddie stay away from soft surfaces and choose glass and tile instead. One of their favorite spots is the glass top, “former” dining table next to the front balcony. I gave up using the table to eat on when F and F took it over years ago. I don’t mind, there are plenty of other places for me (and my human guests) to eat.

We live about five miles from the Pacific Ocean, so the air flows in through the sliding glass door and circulates out through the other windows and doors.

Freddie in his basket keeping an eye on things.

A couple of weeks ago I was looking for some items to put together for a still life composition. I didn’t have to look far. I looked up and there was Freddie resting in one of his favorite places… the top of the tall armoire in the living room where I keep my art supplies. He can often be found inside the cabinet too as he gets his paw around the lower door and opens it easily.

This is a great cat place to take a nap as it affords a sweeping view of the living and dining area. And he can keep an eye on me as I sit in the loft too! The best part is Frankie is not a good jumper so he can’t follow Freddie up there when he is chasing him.

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Frankie taking ownership of the carrier I bought for Freddie.

Last week I took both Frankie and Freddie separately to the groomer to get their claws clipped. I bought this nice new carrier for Freddie but he refused to get in it. This is the medium size carrier but Freddie weighs 16 lbs (7.2 kg) so I admit it was a tad snug for him. I gave it a trial run before the day.

After forcing one leg in and then the other and then the first leg came out and then another leg in and then the tail and butt in and then another leg out and the tail out and the head in and the front legs out and the butt back in and then the tail and the back legs out and the front legs in…. and then the whole cat screeching across the floor… I gave up!

As soon as Freddie left the area, Frankie jumped in, curled up and took a snooze in there for the rest of the afternoon! One cat’s nightmare is another feline’s dream.

I had better luck with the older carrier. Although it’s the same length it’s a couple of inches higher so I had an easier time stuffing Freddie in it!

Usually Freddie is my Gentle Giant and makes no fuss over anything. Frankie is the more aggressive, less cooperative cat. But the roles were reversed. I was able to transport Frankie to the groomer without a peep out of him. Freddie howled the entire journey to the groomer and all the way home. He would not speak to me for the rest of the day!

Cats are contrary animals to say the least!