dreaminghope: (Zoey)
I have fairly poor eyesight. I don't see well without my contact lenses and I have poor night vision, so my morning journey from my bed side to the bedroom door can be a bit of an adventure. I've ended up tangled in Russ' robe, I've run into the end of the bed, I've ended up crossing most of the room on the diagonal and missed the door altogether. Luckily, Russ is a deep sleeper and rarely wakes as I fumble and stumble my way out.

There are few things I do before putting in my lenses in the morning, but one of those things is petting Puck, who demands attention and affection immediately upon seeing the first human of the day. That means that I'm living in a blurry world for five to ten minutes at the start of each day.

When the world is out of focus, certain details disappear. Details like drifts of cat hair, a fine layer of dust, and the kitty litter that's been tracked across and then ground into the bathmat. My house looks very clean and perfect through the blur; even though it's an illusion, it's a nice way to start the day.

Every day

May. 18th, 2007 10:18 am
dreaminghope: (Zoey)
Though I have been unable to convince the cats, who were on free-feed until Puck got too fat, that they should come running at meal time and each eat from their own bowls, I still have two bowls out. Twice a day, I jerk open the door – which sticks – to the area where the huge food bag is kept and I carefully add half a scoop of food to the "Zoey" bowl and a full scoop of food to the "Puck" bowl. I always put out the food in that order.

Zoey sits nearby and watches me. She sees the first food bowl get set down, but doesn't go to it. She waits until I put down the second, fuller, bowl before she trots up to eat from it. Always.

She eats a couple of mouthfuls, then walks away, back to whatever nap she was taking or bug she was chasing before food happened.

There is no point or benefit to our mutual routine. I wonder what would happen if I were to fill the bigger bowl first, but I don't do it. I like to have something that happens the same way every time.
dreaminghope: (Flying Demon Girl)
In retrospect, I should've started pools on the following:

1. How long between Puck's return and the first time Russ threatens to turn him into a throw pillow or equivalent? Winning bet would've been 5 days.

2. How long will Russ be working as an electrician before he ends up in the emergency ward? Winning bet: about 2 months.

3. What will happen to Russ that he will end up in the emergency room?

The smart bet wouldn't have been electrocution, as that is way too obvious. Russ' bad luck is much more subtle then that. Personally, I would have bet on either another tradesperson accidentally hitting him on the head or some unlikely series of events resulting in Russ getting injured by a port-a-potty. I would've lost the bet: Russ went to the ER yesterday after cutting his thumb open with a hack saw. Three stitches and three days off of work resulted.
dreaminghope: (Cute but Deranged - Madagascar)
Russ and I were about to give up on Puck. We were going to stop hoping and start mourning today, actually. But we got home yesterday evening and checked the voicemail to find a most wonderful message. [livejournal.com profile] katz_purr hadn't been feeling well yesterday and had stayed in the suite. Mid-morning, she heard strange yowling that wasn't coming from the kittens in the suite. She glanced out the bedroom window, and there was Puck, on the roof outside the window, demanding to be let in.

She closed him into the bathroom with food and water and left us a message. It was so wonderful to bring him back home. He was pretty glued to Russ while we were home, even sleeping on the bed with us for most of last night.

He's pretty skinny, but not injured and he still has his collar. My guess is that he was either shut in somewhere for part of the time or had been chased off by another cat in the neighbourhood (there are a lot of feral cats around), and got confused and lost.

Several people suggested putting some of his used litter out, but he never used a litter box. However, after his return I realised that only a day or so before, we'd hung out a drop sheet to air out that I think he'd peed on at some point. So maybe that helped him find his way home.

Anyway, we are both very relieved to have our black demon back with us. His little adventure did bring to my attention how wonderful my neighbours are, as a couple of them called to let us know when they'd last seen him (the Thursday after he disappeared) and about a cat that may or may not have been him that was spotted Sunday morning. There are a lot of animal lovers in my block!
dreaminghope: (Zoey)
Puck found his way home today, almost two weeks after disappearing. He is a lot thinner, but otherwise seems unharmed. We are going to try to make him into an indoor cat. Step 1: Buy new litter box.

The rest of the story later; now I'm going to cuddle the cat.


Sep. 25th, 2005 01:54 pm
dreaminghope: (Zoey)
Puck still hasn't come home. He hasn't been home since Tuesday evening, and we are getting really worried. He is probably locked in someone's garage or shed; I even think I heard him yelling earlier today, but not for long enough for me to locate him. Anyway, he has done this before (been missing for a week or more), so I still hope to see him soon. Russ and I have been leaving notes in all our neighbour's mailboxes, asking them to check their garages, etc., and have put up some posters too.

And somehow Zoey, our indoor cat, got outside in the middle of the night on Friday and was in quite the panic to be let in very early Saturday morning. She insisted on sleeping on me for the next couple of hours.

I hate wandering and worrying. I want Puck home now.
dreaminghope: (Zoey)
Naming a cat after a trickster = a bad idea.

In our defense, we didn't name Puck. He already had the name when Russ found him in the PAWS centre.

Regardless, he's a male cat with an adventurous trickster streak. In the past, he has also gotten himself lost in Richmond (and found by someone who locked him in their attic and fed him baloney - I'm sure they meant well), got himself stuck between the floorboards of the second story and the ceiling of the first story, got on to the roof of a house (not sure how he managed that one), and caused lots of minor destruction (especially as a kitten and especially to Russ' mother's plants). And about once a month he decides to stay out all night.

So we didn't worry too much when he didn't come home Monday night. But, by late last night, we were starting to worry.

Russ went out to the alley to call for him, and heard him in a neighbour's garage. He'd gotten himself locked in, of course.

So, not realising that it is now almost 11 at night, Russ knocks on the door, scaring a couple of years off the tiny Oriental woman who answered the door in the late evening to a man she doesn't know. But, she let Puck out of her garage, and he came home to bitch at us for letting him get locked in there to begin with.

He ate and had some water, then wanted to go back outside! It will be hard getting him used to being an indoor cat at the new place if we need to make that transition. It's going to be hard enough to keep him in while he gets used to the idea that "home" has moved.


Sep. 19th, 2004 01:15 pm
dreaminghope: (Default)
My home smells of hot peach crisp.

The sun is shining, in that warm golden way it does only on perfect fall days. The door's open to let the cool breeze blow through.

The rosemary on my altar has infused the living room with that slight herbal scent.

Puck killed another bird - the second in two days.

Rosemary, peaches, sun and death... it is definitely autumn.
dreaminghope: (Zoey)
My first workday not at work, and I'm trying not to panic about not having plans for the whole week laid out and ready. I don't naturally just let things come; I like to plan and organize and prepare.

So my second relaxation lesson is taken from watching Puck the cat and Zoey the kitten: nap, eat, play, and, every once in a while, run around like a crazy thing for no particular reason.

I did sleep in today, then lazed in bed and read for a while. Now I've showered, eaten, done the dishes and I'm on my second americano and I'm starting to think about going out for a bit, getting some fresh air.

~Runs madly around the apartment, then falls asleep on the coffee table.~


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