Dust bath hole for the chickens, or outdoor litter box for the cats? Why not BOTH?!
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Previously
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: Questions answered.
2003: Pictures.
2002: Just another example of my weirdness.
2001: God in heaven, has the WORLD GONE NUTS?
2000: “Oh, you’re giving us the COT free of charge? Well, let me do a friggin’ happy dance for that!”
1999: “Lookit them buildings, Fray-uhd! Theyβs so TALL! And look! A homeless person. Give him money, Fred! Give him money!” ]]>
Liz, you can “try” to watch it on CBS.com, they haven’t mastered streaming video like the other stations but you can atleast see the episode if no one has a copy.
So you work hard to declutter the house, and I show up and dump ~15 boxes of dusty glass containers on you. How nice am I? Clutter *and* dust; two great tastes that taste great together!
It’s a good thing cats are cute. It’s what keeps me from going over the edge when Katherine pukes wetly on an important piece of mail or pees on the new furniture or trips me in a dark hallway when I am half asleep. Don’t even get me started on the cat hair!
put a yellow collar on tommy so you won’t be snookered anymore. π
Robyn, you crack me up so much when you go ranting like you do in this entry. I love it! π
I haven’t been feeling so well, so if y’all could stop referring to ‘wet puke’ or, really, anything denoting moistness of vomit, that would be great. Urp.
And I think the neighborhood cats are having Fight Club in my garage. I will hear what sounds like a cat fight, only to go out there and find nothing. I tried asking my cats about it, but apparently Fight Club has rulez, so none of them is talking.
My cat Mango had a piece of grass sticking out of his butt one time too. I took the biggest wad of paper towel and pulled it out. I was pretty skeeved out for the remainder of that day if I recall. Between feeding time, and snackin’ time and cleaning the litter boxes, and the constant barfing/cleaning up; it’s like raising children!
I love “kitten meatloaves”! That’s exactly what they look like. Salem’s trick when he was a kitten was to take the straws out of drinks that I was DRINKING. The first month he kept knocking the cups over…and when he got good enough to get them out without making a mess…he stopped doing it.
Our late cat Max used to love to eat Easter grass and curling ribbon. Before we realized that (and kept it all out of his reach), I had a great time once pulling about 3 yards of ribbon out of his hindquarters.
Oh Robyn,
You’d never kick the kids out. You’d miss their hairy, grass-sticking out bodies keeping your bed warm at night. At least you cats don’t eat the plastic off the meat packages. Talk about stuff coming out the wrong end. Icks. That darn cat of my mom’s did that until the day he passed. We always had to be so careful.
Cat + Christmas Tinsel = Festive holiday kitty streamers!
Reminder to self–Don’t read Robyn’s column while eating lunch. Yuck!
Therese: You’re just lucky there were no pictures! π
A few years ago, our cat had a piece of Christmas tinsel hanging out of his behind. I jumped up to get some tissues to pull it out, but before I could, my 3 yr old grabbed it with her bare hands, yanked it out, held it up and said (with much excitement) “Look Mommy!” I never thought I would need to have a conversation with my child that began “Don’t pull stuff out of the cats butt…”
The only thing I can think of (besides what Donna-Loo said, Tommy needs a distinguisher. Maybe you could shave his hair into a mohawk) is how I used to get “paper-cuts” from pulling up the stronger blades of grass when I was little, and the edges catching my tender fingers just the right way. Pulling a blade of grass out of… well, let’s just say there’s a very strong pucker factor there. Eeeeeyouch.
When it’s tinsel, it’s known as “glitterfarts.” Very festive.
You are a saint. Litter boxes do me in, grass infested asses and puke on my camera would do me in.
I love kitties, don’t get me wrong, they are just way too high maintanence. I have little ankle biter dogs that are now 100% housetrained, thank god, I can leave them anywhere anytime with no events and all the doodie is OUTSIDE where it belongs, far far away.
PS I have non shedders. YAY! And the little one for some wonderful unknown reason DOES NOT STINK EVER!! Maybe because she is a Chihuahua and has no hair underneath? I don’t know but I am THANKFUL! She is also not a schitzo Chi as many are, she is not a yipper. When those two die I am never getting another pet though. Heh.
I have said this before.
ETA: OMG! I can’t believe I just said good things about my dogs, I do bitch about them and they ain’t angels either. I do wish they purred though.
Can SO sympathize with the ass party favors; long haired cats…..shudder and my dog who seems to be unable to expel fully (lovely) and cleanly, which involves baby wipes….waaahhh! Thanks, Christine, for the suggestion on GW, but the Fargin Bastidges at CBS don’t stream that particular show….grrr! Thanks for posting my request, Robyn!
After pulling a red bologna string out of my cats butt one time, my vet told me not to do that. It can be wrapped around their intestines.
I just copied this cat safety info from “Cats and Holidays”
Thought you cat peeps should know…
Remember: tinsel on trees can hurt cats. They tend to try to swallow it and it can get wrapped up in their intestines and cause all sorts of grief and damage. One of the ways I avoided tinsel for many years (before finding other ways to just do away with it altogether) was to buy those long strands of larger metallic beads and cut them into 18″ lengths. These are wonderful for draping over tree limbs and they give the sparkle of tinsel but cats tend to leave them alone. Even if they bat at them, they can’t easily swallow the strings and so you avoid the problems of tinsel and still get a similar effect.
Be cautious when putting out chocolate treats–chocolate is poisonous to cats and it doesn’t take much to hurt them. They tend to like it, too, I’ve noticed, or my own cats do, so be careful.
If you have a real tree instead of an artificial one, make sure they don’t drink the water in which the tree is sitting. I don’t know if this is dangerous or not, but it probably isn’t a good idea.
If your cats tend to play with the ornaments, put the unbreakable ones on the bottom. I like to hang bells on the bottom limbs of our tree (which is artificial) and when the cats sneak beneath it, they ring the bells and it sort of adds to holiday spirit.
During holiday dinners, watch out for bones. Don’t leave your turkey or chicken bones around, and watch out for lamb chop bones too, which can be sharp. Don’t let kitty have many bites of people food–the best idea is, if you want to give them a special treat, by kitty treats or really delicious canned food and give it to them for their holiday meal.
Ribbons can be dangerous–cats can swallow them and again, like tinsel, it can get wrapped up in their intestines and bring them to grief. (Same with any thread or dental floss). If this happens and you see the end of a thread or ribbon poking out of their butt (to be blunt), do NOT pull…take them to the vet because it could be wrapped around something inside and you could hurt them by pulling.
Your best bet is to take all ribbons off the packages before you put them under the tree, or use very thick ribbon that lays flat against the presents.
Our Pretty Boy loves straws too. He especially likes the ones out of the alcoholic drinks more than any others. Damn lush!
I need to add a CAT AND DOG SAFETY NOTE to what Lena said, which is great advice.
This Thanksgiving dinner, DON’T let anyone feed turkey tidbits or turkey skin from their plate
to begging dogs or hungry-looking cats (and aren’t they all hungry-looking at dinnertime?).
I have a wonderful very old Archie-cat who is extremely friendly, and two T-days ago he
just had a blast, walking from one human lap to another all around the table, being fed
bits and pieces of turkey, skin, and stuffing, purring away. A few days later he was off his
feed, by next week he was just lying around miserable, no energy at all.
Many expensive tests later, he was found to have pancreatitis. This is quite dangerous both
in animals and in humans. My vet said that many pets die from this every year around the holiday
time. It comes from a diet too rich in fat, even if that only happens at the one festive meal.
It took weeks for Archie to sort-of-recover. He never did come back all the way, probably because
he was fairly elderly at the time. This year he was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism which apparently
might have been another late result of the pancreatitis. Many cats also develop diabetes as a result.
Just a warning, in season.
Let guests show their love of animals by NOT feeding them from their (human) plates.
My contribution: Abbey ate a plastic grocery bag once. You know how it, uh, ENDS. It was gross.
Thank you for the larfter. Reminds me of the day that Steve ran around the house with permattached poo – by way of one of my 2-foot-long hairs he managed to eat some how. That wasn’t as funny, since I had to clean it up. Your story, however, is a veritable laugh riot. Hee!
I find it hilarious (and very fitting) that Newt says “thx.” I’m such a nerd. π