Monthly Archives: November 2005

Carb-Loving Cats Unite

Cats are supposed to be carnivores, aren’t they? We had french fries tonight with our turkey burgers. We eat fries maybe once a year, so Winston hadn’t seen (and smelled) them before. Pure cat bliss. As we were saying grace, he nabbed a fry and scurried across the kitchen table with it. He enjoys playing with his food, so he batted the fry onto the chair, and then onto the ground, where Abe immediately snarfed it.
Winston spent the rest of the meal trying to get another fry, and after repeated failure, trying to get one of the buns. Oh, how he savors a good piece of white bread! He once dragged a whole loaf of fresh focaccia across our kitchen counter. But tonight, he was unable to break the plastic barrier to get to the buns. Such frustration. The turkey burgers were easily accessible to him, but he had zero interest in them.
Winston’s curvy and he likes it. So bring on the carbs!

Embarrassment is…

Chasing your oblivious husband as he drives away because your lunch is still in the backseat of the car…while wearing platform shoes…while shouting “Wait! Wait!”…with people watching…at work.
Perhaps even more embarrassing for Greg because he’s married to a crazy lady.

Collision Course

Winston met his rival yesterday. Moooo. We bought a stuffed cow (well, actually a bull, it does have horns) for Abe. The cow has squeakers in each hoof and one in its tummy. Greg began squeaking the feet as soon as we got home. Winston came running faster than Abe. He felt fright, but also awe. Finally, a real live noise-making animal for him to hunt. But was it dangerous? He hadn’t encountered one of these so-called cows before. He crept forward with caution. He reached the spotted giant and began to sniff furiously. He decided not to bite. Despite his investigation, he still feared the wrath of the cow. Fortunately, Abe is helping ease Winston’s fears. He has already dismantled two hooves and the accompanying squeakers.
On a darker note, Abe had an accident in our yard today. He was running his trademark “crazy circles.” For those who haven’t seen this, Abe runs in frantic circles or figure-eight patterns. It’s his way of showing excitement and using up some of that terrier energy. The track conditions were good — dry with little wind — but a miscalculation sent Abe into the fence. He rammed his front left leg into one of the supporting posts. He cried out, came limping toward us, and then collapsed in the yard. Greg and I both ran toward him and gave him an examination. We were worried he might have broken a bone, but he seems to be OK. I actually carried him back into the house (yes, our future children will be sissies). He’s still limping slightly, but few things can stop a terrier.