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Showing posts with label Lady Jane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lady Jane. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Find a Happy Place: Photo of the Day
We all need a place to go when we feel down or feel scared. We need to find our happy place. In this case, Jane found a place under the chair during the thunderstorm.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
And now for something completely different...
I've come to the realization that I have morphed into one of those people who is mildly obsessed with their cat. Excellent! Despite an obsession that may or may not be healthy (I'll leave that diagnosis to the social workers in the family), it leaves me with plenty of time to take pictures of my cat and carry on a few dozen conversations that begin and end with, "Meow?"
Jane loves feathers and strings. So what did she receive from Santa Paws this year? A bunch of feathers attached to a string! This provides hours of kitty and hooman entertainment. Wanna see? Sure you do!
Our vicious attack kitty approaches her prey by playing coy.
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| "Why hello there! What is this we have here..." |
Like any good attack kitty, she first plays with her prey, lulling it into a false sense of security.
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| "Bat...bat...bat....puuuuuuurrrrr!" |
Then, she makes her move, attempting a capture using both front paws and her dastardly claws of doooom!
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| "Haha! Weird bird-like thing, now you are mine!" |
Then, she moves in for the kill!
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| "Now, I bite you!" |
The sweet taste of victory
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| "Mmm...weird bird-like thing, you are delicious!" |
Then, her bird-ish toy escapes! Back to the hunt!
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| "No, weird bird-like thing! You are mine!" |
Suddenly, she's distracted by feathers...
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| "Hey there, Mr. Weird Bird-Like Thing! Get in mah belly!" |
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| "What are you looking at, hooman?" |
She regains control of her prey, confident in her cat-like reflexes and superior intellect.
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| "I'm the winner! Victory is mine!" |
When the "bird" tries to make his escape, Jane fights back!
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| "No! You iz MINE!" |
Realizing her prey is gonna go down fighting, she changes tactics.
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| "I will use my claws of steel to take you down!" |
Finally, bored with the fight, she decides to engage in some friendly play.
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| "I don't understand why you don't die....but you sure are pretty." |
So. My obsession with my kitty is growing day by day. I'm okay with it. You should be, too.
P.S. Please excuse the disaster area that is currently our front room. Kitty & baby keep me busier than you'd think!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Updates, ahoy!
A quick update:
1. I finally have my laptop back, so I can start updating with photos! Yahoo!
2. Life with a newborn has been crazy busy, but Hannah is awesome and amazing, and a much better sleeper now that her reflux is under control. Hooray for Zantac!
3. Jane says hello.
4. My house is a mess.
And now, some photos to tide you over!
1. I finally have my laptop back, so I can start updating with photos! Yahoo!
2. Life with a newborn has been crazy busy, but Hannah is awesome and amazing, and a much better sleeper now that her reflux is under control. Hooray for Zantac!
3. Jane says hello.
4. My house is a mess.
And now, some photos to tide you over!
Saturday, September 25, 2010
The Great Indoors
Since the last Jane update was so popular, I figured I might as well do another one. She's one of the more interesting things going on here, anyway!
Jane is strictly an indoor cat. While she was found by the racetrack in Melrose Park, it's clear that she had a pretty sweet life as an indoor cat before she was either abandoned or escaped. She's very comfortable inside and came to us pre-trained. She wouldn't jump on the couch or the bed until we physically placed her on both, letting her know that it was okay with us if she wanted to curl up on a pillow or the arm of the couch. She won't jump up on the counters or the tables, and she loves to lay on the windowsill and look outside.
Sometimes, though, you can tell that she misses roaming free and being able to investigate anything at will. Case in point:
When the front door is open, she loves to stand up and watch the world. Today was a glorious fall day, and Jane spent the better part of the morning watching birds and squirrels roam around and cross the front lawn. Her ears never stop moving, and her tail constantly swishes back and forth.
She'll meow loudly when there's something in our vicinity that she thinks we should know about. When a bird perches on the railings she meows and comes running to find one of us. "HEY! Hoomans! This! Is! Important!" When we shrug and say, "Yeah, check it out. How 'bout that bird?" she races back to the door to stare at it some more.
I don't think she wants to hunt, though I could be wrong. When we picked her up from the shelter she was skiiiiiiiiinny, and when we play with her sometimes her prey-catching skills leave a little to be desired. Then agian, she's got that kitty cat instinct that tells her she needs to hunt. Even now, she's perching herself on a windowsill, then racing back into the bedroom, then racing into the kitchen, and back into the living room. I don't know what game she's playing or what she thinks she's chasing, but she's having a good time!
Jane also loves to observe. She hates to be left out of anything! When we first brought her home, she wanted to be left alone until she got comfortable. At night when we would go to bed, she wouldn't leave the bed! She needed to be close to us. Now, she'll stroll in whenever she feels like it--sometimes it's when I'm getting ready to sleep, sometimes it's after we've been asleep for an hour or so. While we were still getting used to each other, Jane didn't understand that nighttime = sleep for us humans, so around 2:30 a.m. each night she'd start meowing and looking for someone to entertain her. She'd chew on my hair and climb onto my chest to get my attention. She's cute, so it's hard to be angry with her, but at 2:30 a.m. I find very little to be entertaining. When she got really frustrated, she'd nip us lightly to get what she wanted. Unfortunately for Jane, those playful nips resulted in her getting kicked out of the bedroom. From behind the bedroom door she'd paw and meow and cry until we let her back in. It took 2-3 weeks until she finally got the hint, so she's much more well-behaved at night these days.
The drawback to all that re-training is that she now believes ANY closed door means she's in trouble. We try to keep her out of the basement, so whenever we go downstairs and come back up, she's waiting by the basement door very patiently, trying to show us that she's going to be a good girl and we don't need to shut her out. When I wake up at 4:30 a.m. to use the bathroom, she'll hop off the bed and follow me and meow from behind the closed door! Sorry Janey, but that's "me" time. When I'm finished and I open the door, she rushes in and noses around just to be sure she didn't miss anything fun.
Sometimes I think it would be entertaining to take her out into the yard on a leash, but I'm glad that she's an indoor cat. If she were the type to be let out early in the morning and come home at dusk, I'd worry to much about her, I think. I like knowing exactly where my cat is, even at 2:30 a.m.
Jane is strictly an indoor cat. While she was found by the racetrack in Melrose Park, it's clear that she had a pretty sweet life as an indoor cat before she was either abandoned or escaped. She's very comfortable inside and came to us pre-trained. She wouldn't jump on the couch or the bed until we physically placed her on both, letting her know that it was okay with us if she wanted to curl up on a pillow or the arm of the couch. She won't jump up on the counters or the tables, and she loves to lay on the windowsill and look outside.
Sometimes, though, you can tell that she misses roaming free and being able to investigate anything at will. Case in point:
When the front door is open, she loves to stand up and watch the world. Today was a glorious fall day, and Jane spent the better part of the morning watching birds and squirrels roam around and cross the front lawn. Her ears never stop moving, and her tail constantly swishes back and forth.
She'll meow loudly when there's something in our vicinity that she thinks we should know about. When a bird perches on the railings she meows and comes running to find one of us. "HEY! Hoomans! This! Is! Important!" When we shrug and say, "Yeah, check it out. How 'bout that bird?" she races back to the door to stare at it some more.
I don't think she wants to hunt, though I could be wrong. When we picked her up from the shelter she was skiiiiiiiiinny, and when we play with her sometimes her prey-catching skills leave a little to be desired. Then agian, she's got that kitty cat instinct that tells her she needs to hunt. Even now, she's perching herself on a windowsill, then racing back into the bedroom, then racing into the kitchen, and back into the living room. I don't know what game she's playing or what she thinks she's chasing, but she's having a good time!
Jane also loves to observe. She hates to be left out of anything! When we first brought her home, she wanted to be left alone until she got comfortable. At night when we would go to bed, she wouldn't leave the bed! She needed to be close to us. Now, she'll stroll in whenever she feels like it--sometimes it's when I'm getting ready to sleep, sometimes it's after we've been asleep for an hour or so. While we were still getting used to each other, Jane didn't understand that nighttime = sleep for us humans, so around 2:30 a.m. each night she'd start meowing and looking for someone to entertain her. She'd chew on my hair and climb onto my chest to get my attention. She's cute, so it's hard to be angry with her, but at 2:30 a.m. I find very little to be entertaining. When she got really frustrated, she'd nip us lightly to get what she wanted. Unfortunately for Jane, those playful nips resulted in her getting kicked out of the bedroom. From behind the bedroom door she'd paw and meow and cry until we let her back in. It took 2-3 weeks until she finally got the hint, so she's much more well-behaved at night these days.
The drawback to all that re-training is that she now believes ANY closed door means she's in trouble. We try to keep her out of the basement, so whenever we go downstairs and come back up, she's waiting by the basement door very patiently, trying to show us that she's going to be a good girl and we don't need to shut her out. When I wake up at 4:30 a.m. to use the bathroom, she'll hop off the bed and follow me and meow from behind the closed door! Sorry Janey, but that's "me" time. When I'm finished and I open the door, she rushes in and noses around just to be sure she didn't miss anything fun.
Sometimes I think it would be entertaining to take her out into the yard on a leash, but I'm glad that she's an indoor cat. If she were the type to be let out early in the morning and come home at dusk, I'd worry to much about her, I think. I like knowing exactly where my cat is, even at 2:30 a.m.
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