is trying to decide the best time to head to this NYE party, knowing that the earlier I start drinking, the harder it’s going to be to stay up til midnight…
is all “Happy New Year!” NZ may be first, but Sydney is definitely the best. (Video of Sydney fireworks is coming in the morning.)
Thanks to Tim for inviting us to the party!
is cracking open my 2009 Moleskine weekly planner with glee.
Such a good party…
is laughing that she finally got the Snook to register on Facebook. 😀
is digesting her breakfast of homemade pancakes with fresh blackberries.
I made another YouTube video of Petey, this time him playing with a toy bird on a string. Terrifically boring to most of you, I’ll admit, but it’s fun having a little one around again. (And NO, this is not a sublimated baby wish. I commented to the Snook this morning that while Petey is fun, entertaining him is also a lot of WORK and I’m grateful that we can lock him in the laundry at night and get some sleep.)
is adjusting to life in a two-cat household. So far the little one seems to be winning.
Another video of Professor Death. I couldn’t resist.
is deciding what to have for breakfast.
My mother-in-law sent me this link with the suggestion that we get to work training Professor Death the Wonder Cat.
So far so good…
A cautious Cat Détente seems to have been established in the Snook-Howard household. After sulking beneath the bed all day yesterday, Dr. Amy finally emerged to investigate the newcomer. They got within three feet of each other, with Amy hissing and trying to establish her dominance. Petey, to his credit, cowered and looked appropriately submissive. Amy then gave him the stink-eye and tried to look dignified as she stomped back to her sleeping place. And that’s pretty much where they’ve left it, with thankfully no fighting whatsoever. Personally, I think “annoyed tolerance” counts as a huge WIN considering it’s only Day 2. We’re taking Petey to the vet tomorrow to get his microchip put in. (The vet recommends against giving him “the snip” until he’s six months old, so he’s got a temporary reprive on that.)
is playing with the new kitty!
Introducing “Petey”, aka “PD”, aka “Professor Angus Death”. My friend Fiona rescued him and his brothers about ten days ago.
is makin’ nachos.
Kristine Howard shared a link.
As if one cat wasn’t enough… we brought home “Petey” (aka “PD” aka “Professor Death”) today. Yes, Snookums named him. He thinks “Dr. Jones and Professor Death” should be some kind of punk rock band.
We introduced him to Dr. Amy while he was still in the cat carrier. There was some interested sniffing on both parts before the inevitable hissing began. Since then he’s been confined to the laundry room, where we’ve set up his bed, litterbox, scratching post, and food bowl. Amy’s been sulking in the bedroom pretty much ever since. I talked to the vet this morning and she said it could take a couple weeks for them to get used to each other. (And if there are any bad issues, she can give us calming kitty pheromones to spray around the house.)
Fiona and the Sock Victim did a great job of socializing this little fella and his brothers for the past week. We were a little worried when we heard how smart Petey was. He managed to open their bathroom windows and escape multiple times! They warned that he was the most skittish too. Fortunately he seems to be warming up to us, and while he’s in his safe room he’s happy to have pats and scratches. (I made a video). My only worry is that he hasn’t used the litter box yet, but he’s been eating like a pig so I expect it’s just the stress of the new place. Dr. Amy did pretty much the same thing when we moved last year. Wish us luck!
Cuddling the cat while falling asleep + hypnagogic jerk = Kris looking like the Joker.
