Archive for January, 2019

Brushing Ruby

January 29, 2019

Enough fur to make a life sized felt kitten sculpture. Ruby and I had, as a friend likes to say, a “come to Jesus” moment. Idk if she truly was uncomfortable enough by now covered in mats that she wanted the help or what. I tired of brushing the cat towers instead of cats tho this does collect fur very well. Cato had a warm up brush, and then I got Miss Ruby by the scruff and began brushing. I wish I d had video. Thankfully I disnt have a laughing fit. We started on one tower w excited dogs swirling at my feet, Ruby squalling all the way. I managed not to let go of her scruff.

We maneuvered to the next tower, across the back of the couch and ended up with her hanging upside down from the last tower like a squirrel, me brushing away and talking to her in a calm voice. The dogs commenced a loud wrestling match by my leg and Cato tried briefly to rub his body along hers for comfort, but in her upside down position he gave up.

Gabby closed in for the kill, eyes black and horrified staying just close enough to make snotty comments about long hair but out of reach of the brush. Ruby continued squalling and in between pauses to empty the brush one handed, i held her face and told her what a good girl she is. I don t think anyone would “choose the option of being shaved bald by the vet. What would Gabby call her then?”

After two enormous mats came out and my bathrobe, the ottoman and rug near the tower were covered in fur and a truly horrible mat is now hanging off her behind half out, I quit.

I put the fur outside and a crow took it almost immediately. Brushed my robe on the deck. Washed up. Made tuna salad for wraps for lunch and rewarded Ruby (and Cato and the dogs) w the juice and can. Gabby sniffed it with grave doubts as to the sanity of anyone consuming it and later enjoyed beating up my arm on top of the tower. The dogs had a running streak. Ruby and Cato, a big grooming session. I’m exhausted and shocked to see it is only 8:45. 17 lbs of cat has a lot of hair.

The Complicated Process of Coming Home

January 26, 2019

The Fishercat

January 10, 2019

Every cat should have some pets of her own. Gabby, short for Gabrielle, the dragon protagonist in my novel, “Totems” (logcabinbooks) is no exception. She enjoys caring for the mini ocean we have. When Tom of APM comes to maintain the tank she is right there to supervise and help him.

If I shake the container of fish food and call “Feed the fiddies” she runs from wherever she is, hops up on the stool to watch the fish eat their meal. Cato took it a step further, once managed to claw a lid open and barely missed me catching him up to his armpit fishing. Literally. The splash sound of water, large puddle on rug and innocent Cato industriously licking a soaking front leg across the room did not fool me. Luckily, the fish all had the sense to hide in the rocks. Snow brought to us all the way from the Pacific is piling up on the deck today, but inside we are scuba diving off Costa Rica.

Gone Dogs almost ready

January 9, 2019

Im so excited. The editors at posted on Instagram that the book has reached the final proof. It looks stunning. My poem “Memoir of an Elderly Dachshund” by my little old man, Lowrider who died 2 years ago in November at age 18, and multiple photos of him are in this wonderful anthology of poems and stories of dogs loved and lost, where love endures. Books can be ordered from the above website. Authors receive several copies. The editors advise me that there might be a second volume call going out. Anyway stay tuned for more news.

Ruby teaches Cato a lesson

January 3, 2019

Ruby finally lost her shit today. Maine coons are the most tolerant cats going. I ve seen Bug maul her, yank on her ears. Cato shoves her out of every food dish she is eating from. Gabby disses her w the “snotty lil sis” thing.

Ruby likes getting me up very early. 4:30 was not cool. I yelled at her. Maybe it was a shit-rolls-downhill. By the time I did get up and they all had eaten, suddenly she was on top of Cato riding him in a full body press through the house. Bug wasn’t sure should he side with band of brothers or defer to the cat who had raised him. Gabby’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she watched with what looked like horror. Ruby is a 17 lb girl. Cato weighs 10 lbs. Gabby is a measly 5-7. Anyway this all happened in total silence! I imagine in Ruby’s Head she was saying in a mom sort of way “ I SAID enough, ASSHOLE.”

They made it to the stairway as I ran up. Cato was flopped on his side, dilated pupils but faking being chill. Panting. Ruby, well I don’t remember where or what she was doing. A la Jackson Galaxy I ran for cat toys, mice flying through the air, rolled little jingle balls, wand toys wiggling to entice. It worked. Ruby went for the toys and someone has learned his lesson because he did not horn in to take any toys she was using. I retired to the kitchen to have my coffee. Seeing a 17 lb longhair cat lose her shit was truly… amazing. not a sound and no bloodshed. Just a lesson in manners. 😺