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Down the hatch …

My cats are pretty good mousers which I normally think is excellent, today not so much. I knew he had one cornered and he normally eats them. What made today different is he had in fact just eaten breakfast so wasn’t super hungry. I heard quite a bit of ruckus coming from the kitchen followed by the patter of feet’s running towards the living room. Now if I was more awake I would have realized what was coming I however just sat here like a statue. Snugs (the cat) in an effort not to loose his prize was making a b-line for the living room. Our living room is fenced off for the baby so the dogs don’t run her over. Snuggle pants saw this as an ideal place to play with his very much undead mouse. The cat made it over the fence and I was able to wake up enough before olive our Aussie came flying over the fence after him. Well I thought phew crisis averted until I turned around and to my horror my kid was headed straight for the rodent. I made a dive for the mouse at the same time as my kid. The cat seeing his life flash before his eyes disappeared behind the couch. I am sure that as I snatched that mouse off the floor just moments before my dear sweet child it was relieved thinking it might just be saved. Not so poor creature. This mouse must have had a opossum as a distant cousin because he was quite clearly not as bad off as he made out to be. As soon as I had him he came quite alive which scared the living daylights out of me resulting in me flinging the creature into the dining room. As I saw the mouse flying through the air I realized the it was headed straight for olive. Like a champ this is the one time she catches something that I throw instead of it so gracefully and ladylike having it bounce off her face. Well no amount of me saying leave it or drop it would have saved that critter. As olive puts it possession is 9/10 of the law so she caught it’s hers making her only 10% naughty. Down the hatch that mouse was gone and I’m sure Snugglepants is still behind the couch planning his revenge.

Family Feud

I love my border collie, I even love his incredible ability to learn so quickly (most times).  When he was a puppy my husband and I accidentally taught Gus that “Good Boy” meant jump on me and I will pet you.  My husband an I have both been sick this weekend meaning less exercise for the nutty herding dogs.  I have been on the couch for the last hour or so with Snugglepants our black cat sitting behind me.  Gu7893750.jpgs and Snugs have had a long standing feud in this house.  When Gus was a puppy Snugs would stalk Gus and swat him.  This has now turned into Gus stalking Snugs until Snugglepants looses his patience and chases Gus across the house.  Gus seems to get especially upset when the cats sit with me and has been staring at the cat for some time now.  I got tired of Gus’s hot breath on my arm and kept making him back up.  Without realizing he was doing this Gus would back up out of my line of sight then stand really cl
ose behind the couch.  After a few times of me telling Gus to back up I only had to look at him and he would back up.  I soon realized that my border collie had once again outsmarted  me and was in fact standing closer now to the kitty by standing behind the couch.  There is never a dull day here with a border collie in the house.

Good Things

Lots of exciting things happening today at Cacia Farms!  We accepted an offer on our house, this means I don’t have to wake up every morning and coral kitties.  Tomorrow we have the inspection on the future bigger home of Cacia Farms.  We will also have an opportunity to take pictures of the house as well as look more closely at the pastures.  Lastly, Ewestace was joined today by another bottle lamb whose mother didn’t want her.  My husband got to name this one and he chose to call her Lamb Chop.  Ewestace was extremely excited to have another lamb to play with.


Out of town…

My husband is planning guys weekend coming soon and will be out of cell reception.  Historically this means something here at home will go horribly wrong, I will then be unable to reach my husband leaving me to fend for myself.  He joked this morning while we were eating breakfast which pet is going to get sick while he is gone?  I laughed and immediately said Olive.  We both looked out the window to see Olive eating twigs.  This brings me to the first time this phenomenon happened.  We lived in the rental house in Irondequoit,  Jeff had bought me flowers for my birthday, and as any good wife should do I forgot to water them but they lived on anyway.  He left Friday morning and when I got home form work that Friday night I found flower bits all over the floor.  Well as any good Veterinarian will tell you lilies are toxic to cats, we have three cats.  Since I was unable to ascertain the culprit of this crime.  In my panic and hysteria I packaged all the cats up and headed back to work (I was a tech and the veterinary emergency center at the time).  I called on the way there to let them know I was coming, the first question everyone asked was why did you have lilies in the house?  Well, I have a good husband who trusted the florist when she said there are no lilies.  I am not a plant expert so I didn’t think anything of it until flower bits were all over the floor.  Any of you who have met our cats knows them they have very distinct personalities, George is literally named George Cat like a bobcat she will eat you.  Snugglepants may sound amazing but he becomes like an enraged opctupus when doing anything with him that isn’t couch snuggling.  Then there is Jack who is loud and stresses out easily.  I am sure that Jack thought I had abducted him and taken him to a place of torture never to be seen again.  They all got IV catheters, bloodwork and meds to make them vomit in case there were any lilly bits left in there stomachs.  Our cats spent the entire weekend at the emergency hospital on fluids to make sure they would be ok if any of them had in fact ingested the lilies.  Everyone came out of this fine and now I usually get daisies which is fine I love daisies.  Lets all hope for an uneventful weekend here.K&J-875

Jack jack’s throne

We moved Gus’s recliner into the dining room so that I could paint the living room trim. Usually this chair belongs to Gus so he can look out the window in comfort. Jack however has decided this comfy new chair in the dining room is his new throne. He has been camped out in this chair for days now.  Jeff leaves for work just as Jack is settling in for his day in his throne and is still there when he comes home.  The cat will usually get up for dinner and heads back to his chair shortly after.  I wonder who the chair will belong to when we put it back in the living room?  

George can do no wrong…

     George was my first cat which means she holds a special place in my heart.  Although she hates the just about everyone and all the pets but Sheba, we have come to an understanding.   George doesn’t eat me and I only pet her when she asks.  When I pet her it is only between the ears since past the ears is the eat me button and I will never pick her up.  This arrangement works well for us.  Being my first and favorite cat (shh don’t tell the others) I feel that my cat can do no wrong.
When we lived in California we had a small christmas just Jeff and I and the pets.  I did my best to decorate to make our tiny apartment feel as much like a home as possible.  I would go to work in the morning  and come home to find all my hard work dismantled (at this time I wanted to blame jack as he was still a kitten) I would quietly put everything back where it belonged before Jeff came home.
I came home one day to catch the culprit red handed!  I open the door and saw our fake christmas tree slowly being pulled to the bedroom.  It was now only held together by strings of lights traveling in pieces to the bedroom.  When I followed the trail of the tree bottom still in the living room….string of lights…. tree middle in the hall….string of lights…..I found the top of the tree wedged under the bed.  When I got down to look at the culprit I found George. She had the happiest look on her face (which does not happen often) that she had killed the tree and dragged it to her lair!  After collecting all the tree parts including miscellaneous tree limbs lost along the way I plugged in the lights.  Well, somewhere along the way two strands of lights ceased to live through their ordeal.  When Jeff came home I told him what had happened he said George was a bad kitty which I countered with “George, no never she was decorating her lair”!

The toast test

     I was perusing photos today and found this gem.  This proves that not all chaos created in this house is always entirely Jack’s fault.  Jeff and I decided on christmas eve one year to test the theory of toast landing butter side down or will the cat land on his feel.  I picked up this enormous orange cat and Jeff tied a buttered piece of toast to his back (note that we used festive seasonal ribbon).  It was at this point I should have thought this won’t end well this is a bad idea, instead I proceeded to drop the cat.  I’m not sure why my husband and I thought he would land and just stand there calmly like “hey guys look I landed on my feet”.  Jack landed on his feet and realized there was a large square tied to his back that he was sure was going to kill him.  He took off like a shot into the house with us in chase.  I am quite sure that us chasing Jack probably further added to his conclusion that he was in fact sure to die from this killer toast.  Jack’s efforts to escape the toast ended in the basement when he realized that this killer square was in fact covered in butter.  I found him contorted in glee licking butter from the toast and not wanting me to remove his tasty new treat.  So when you wonder which way the toast and the cat will land… just eat the cat and pet the toast.  No I mean eat the toast and pet the cat!
No cats were harmed in the testing of the theory, the toast however sustained fatal injuries and was unable to be saved.


     When I first met my husband he invited me to go home with him to New York for christmas.  We were both currently living in Oklahoma at the time.   When I met his mother she absorbed me into the family immediately, like an ameba making me feel like one of her own.  I suggested to Jeff that we should build a gingerbread house because I had never built one before.  We had so much fun building our first gingerbread house together despite the fact that our roof began to fall down.  Frosty the snowman and Santa had to be placed strategically so the roof did not slide off.
When the next christmas time rolled around we were living in California, as my husband was completing an internship there.  My parents came to visit us around christmas time and I thought lets build a gingerbread house!  My dad being the hunter and outdoorsmen that he is came up with a wonderful hunting theme.  My mom and I spent hours in the kitchen (dad came and went but mostly watched tv and pretended not to play with the cat).  Our plan was to build a cute little village…which ended up having only one house.  This village would have a cute little stream that the hunters would canoe hunt from and a wonderful forest for the deer to hide in.  When we finished this  masterpiece it was so beautiful.  We were so proud.
Now living just outside San Fransisco is expensive for not much room…for two people, two labs and two cats (including the visiting parents adding two more people).  We had created this wonderful village and we put it on the kitchen counter (which was shockingly small).  Meanwhile we had just acquired Jack (still macaroni at the time) only a couple months before and he was very much still a kitten.  Every day I noticed Jack’s increasing interest in this sweet and tasty village.
I was relaxing on our incredibly uncomfortable futon one afternoon when I heard noise coming from the kitchen.  It started with George Cat meowing in distress (she is a tattletale) as she was watching Jack on the kitchen counter.  I walked in just in time to see Jack pick up the gingerbread canoe in his mouth and shake it (all while standing in the forest and stream).  Gingerbread men and deer are flying everywhere and our oh so cute little hunting shack was no match for Catzilla, as he walked on it reducing it to rubble.  Jack completely decimated our little village in a matter of moments.  I truly tried very hard to be mad and upset with him however, watching an oversized orange maniac destroy a gingerbread village was highly entertaining.  We have not made a gingerbread anything since.   Every year we say we will but run out of time.  I have decided I am going to make a gingerbread farm this year so stay tuned for that epic story (since nothing is ever easy in a house with 2 dogs and 3 cats).