Tales of the Moggy Horde or How I learned To Stop Worrying And Love Bast

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Today the must-see on Cat TV was The Rat Family, featuring Mama Rat, Papa Rat and introducing the All-New, All-Adorable Baby Rat! In today's episode, the Rat Family gathered to eat seed while three cats drooled heavily at the glass doors.

Furry Potpurri

Zoe has been using my printer to print out numerous test pages. Thanks to her dedication, I know my printer works. It has also, oddly, run out of paper.

One of the cats threw up a hairball on the bedroom floor, then snagged a pair of Randy's underwear and used them to cover it up.

It can be a challenge to identify the "gifts" cat leave for us. I found one such unsavory gift on my office floor and after a great deal of close scrutiny, I finally concluded that it had once been a slug.

Zoe gave Jetta a five minute head-bath. This is a good sign!

I do believe Jetta set a new record for Dunk-the-Mousie. I put catnip into a dried mousie and gave it to her around 10 am. By 11 am, I noticed the mousie on the bottom of the water bowl.

I bought a package of shoelaces and left it on the dining room table to take upstairs later in the day. When I finally remembered that night to get them, Saffy the Pilferer had struck! They were gone. The search began as I tried to think the way Saffy would think. Where would she take her new prize? I finally found them under the coffee table in the living room.

A couple of weeks ago, I washed out a pill container for reuse later, left the plastic bottle and cap on the kitchen counter to dry, and I'm still looking for the cap to that thing. Saffy did an expert job hiding it.

As soon as I came into my office this morning, I knew something was wrong. First, there was no sign of Zoe and Zoe is always right there at the door clamoring for me to give her attention. She didn't show up after I came in. Next, I saw that Tosca and Jetta were both skulking around looking worried and upset. I began looking for Zoe and couldn't find her.

Then Jetta began nosing around the washing machine as though something was back there. As I stepped close, I heard the rustle of a plastic bag coming from behind the machine. "Zoe? Is that you?"

Zoe appeared from behind the washing machine with a plastic bag looped around her neck. I quickly removed it and spent several minutes soothing her and calming her down. It turns out she's another plastic bag muncher and in the process managed to put one of the handles around her neck (like ten zillion other silly moggies) and obviously panicked over it.

Must keep plastic bags out of her reach, same as I did with Owl.

She's fine now and is instead trying to munch on my freshly washed and dried hair.

Jetta actually played Fetch-the-Mousie with me! She brought it back to me several times before getting tired of it. That's unusual. However, she is even more fond of playing Dunk-the-Mousie and most mornings I find the mousie resting on the bottom of the water bowl. Maybe the secret is that they like catnip-flavored water.

So I brought out a second mousie, thinking they'd have one mousie to play with while the other one was drying out. The problem is, they dunk them faster than they dry out. I'm afraid there will simply have to be days of no mousie, a drought of drying mousies, if you will.

It's been more crazed Fetch-the-Mousie around here. One time Zoe either couldn't find the mousie or was finally too lazy to find it, so she jumped on my desk and started to make off with my reading glasses which are in a nice lightweight brocade-cloth holder. I had to put a stop to that right quick!

I made the mistake of giving Zoe a mousie today. I spent the rest of the afternoon playing Fetch-the-Mousie with her. I lost count of the number of times I threw the mousie for her. She bounces onto my desk and drops the mousie between my keyboard and monitor. I threw the mousie until I was worn out. Finally, she settled in my lap for a nap. After the nice nap, it was back to fetching the mousie.

And now it's evening, after dinner, and as I write this, Zoe has brought me the mousie and is chirping at me to throw it yet again.

I have slowly, carefully weaned Zoe off the Amitriptyline. It's been 24 hours since her last small dose. There haven't been signs of aggression during the weaning phase and things are going well. I'm so incredibly happy about this.

As for Zoe, it seems as though a year or more of suppressed energy has erupted and she's been wildly playful. She's become obsessed with the fuzzyball toy. She grabs Fuzzyball and leaps onto my desk with the string and stick knocking along behind her. This is really cute until she's done it a dozen times in a row while I'm trying to work. LOL! I try to take a minute and play with her and let her chase Fuzzyball around. She catches it, then a minute later she's lofting onto the desk with it yet again. That's okay. I'm delighted to have her active and happy and back to being a normal cat.

Zoe: "Yes, yes, Happy Fourth of July! Now rub my belly!"

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