Yesterday I got to break up a 4-way cat fight that ranged all over the house– under the table, between the chairs, behind the tv-my god they are going to unplug something!- in to the front window behind the loveseat, down the hall— and dislodged a heating vent cover!
Miles absolutely started it by being an aggressive dick to Sookie. She was rolled over on her back between him and a footstool shrieking, which them brought Birdie and Olivia on scene. And suddenly they’re all in it.
I’m not sure whether to blame this behavior on me being in the house for what probably seems like 24/7 to the cats, our messed up schedule- the litter box is getting scooped in the morning versus the evening now which is messing with my head as well, but it seems like they must spend all night pooping!–or my own anxiety. I was on edge yesterday, making my stomach hurt trying to wrap my mind around how certain things at school could possibly work. I didn’t feel great, it was raining, I didn’t want to make some poor Door Dash person come out in the rain plus I didn’t know what I wanted to eat, and I basically went to bed feeling like I was shaking and proceeded to have anxiety dreams about everything from my night guard snapping in half to Olivia shimmying down in to the heating system and being trapped. I am certain that there is more than enough space for this to actually happen, and the fact that she and Sookie basically tossed the vent cover up out of its spot in the floor, throwing it almost a foot away, confirms my fears.
Olivia also got tossed about a foot away which was when I scooped her and her giant poofed tail up before she could jump back in to the tussle. Little Miss 8 Pounds of Nothin’ wanted to show 13-14 pound Sookie who was boss. Free of that opponent, Sookie took off down the hall which inspired Miles and Birdie to take up the chase. It was like one of those movie fight scenes where one person faces off against ten attackers, but the ten attackers all patiently wait their turns to be bested instead of just taking the one person down together.
Meanwhile, I was still firmly cradling Olivia while running after them yelling, “NONNONNONNONOOOOOONNNNOOOOO!” Birdie diverted to the spare bedroom, and Miles did an about face and froze in my bedroom which I shooed him out of immediately. I found Sookie in one of her usual “safe spots” wedged between the headboard of my bed and the wall, snorting at me.
Confession: I love their poofed tails. I don’t love the reason for the poof, but the over-sized tail cuteness kills me.
I refreshed the nip toys and basket with this new high grade, organic nip that I bought to round out my Amazon order because I’m the only human without Prime.
Shit got crazy.
So high now. Just little leg twitches.
Lazy Labor Day post, but maybe this is all we need. The Wigglebothum losing it over a toy. Why she insists on using the stool, I am not at liberty to say.
Oh, the Wigglebothum will be paying for nip shenanigans come Caturday morning.
Maximum effort for the old reach and roll to the catnip bin.
We got a new toy at the beginning of February mostly because it was my birthday and I didn’t need anything…., but the cats. C’mon.
I showed MomBert the Ripple Rug Facebook page, website, videos, and how much Batgirl and friends were enjoying their rug. (If you love Justin Fire Survivor, you’ll love Batgirl and her crew of misfit toys.) As I’ve become increasingly difficult to buy for, MomBert and my sister jumped at the suggestion.
It’s arrival packaging was magnificently pink.
I was attracted to the Ripple Rug because the rug is made out of recycled materials and the company gives back to shelters. Additionally, it’s a toy that changes. Cats need new stimuli and the rug is easily manipulated and can be changed daily.
The structure of the Ripple Rug is user friendly. There are two pieces of carpet: the base with rubber backing, and the same size top with variously sized, adjustable holes and velcro tabs. The stiffness of the carpet and the velcro tabs let the human “in charge” construct all kinds of caves, tunnels, and hidey holes.
I set mine up, spritzed it with catnip spray and observed.
Olivia Wigglebothum immediately shimmied through a hole and waited for victims like some kind of furry trapdoor spider. Birdie must have casually walked by and been attacked a dozen times before she got the memo on “Hidden Dangers Ahead.”
Like everything else in life, Sookie approached the Ripple Rug with suspicion and disdain, but I’ve caught her lounging on it since then.
Miles used it as an opportunity to show off for Grammie when she came to visit, even attempting to fit his girth through the holes. The larger holes have tiny side slits to accommodate larger house panthers or to let you cut the carpet.
Miles demonstrates that the Ripple Rug is good for jumping on and hiding behind, not just under. He also models the technique of rolling back edges and using the velcro to make sturdier caves.
Overall the Ripple Rug has been a great source of entertainment for me and the fur kids.
Olivia will be here waiting for unsuspecting visitors to casually walk by.
- sleeping on feet
- Meat. Any meat
- Toe play
- Head scritches
Perfect Friday Night: Getting high on the nip -whatevs, it’s all natural- and running around the house at top speed.
It was on clearance for $12. Why not?
I spritzed it with catnip spray for added allure, and let curiosity takeover.
Olivia tried to eat it because she’s…my girl!
Birdie was the first one to figure out what it was for because she’s my weird, but smart girl.
She then told everybody else to fuck off. “MINE NOW!” My smart girl.