50 posts tagged “cowkitties”
As promised, here are the pix!
I woke up and said hello to HRT and TK and noticed that in the back, the annoying mockingbirds were squawking and swooping. That means they're dive-bombing something (usually a kitteh) so I looked out and sure enough it was MOO, napping under some cover.
"Waaaow", he sez about the indignity of it all. I had to stand out there with him while he ate him cruncheez to keep the birds away. He wanted to come in a couple of times and did once. Him insisted on being petted and even submitted to a snorgle.
Him's thoroughly grubby, as you'd expect of a kitteh who likes hanging out under cars. And shedding, as you'd expect in July. Still the big handsome cowcat, though!
I refilled his water bowl and put it under cover, and him had a drink and is now lounging in the shade and shelter of a chair, watched by his son.
I got pix and video but don't have time to upload and post them b/c I have to go to the chiro today and before that we're lunching with lauowolf.
We were driving along in the neighborhood and suddenly Mr. LT put on the brakes and backed up and I'm all WTF?
He sez "I want to look at that cat."
"Which cat?"
"The one there with the black tail."
"Ooh, I see the spot on his hip!"
We get out of the car and kitty runs under a parked car, so we start calling "Moo! Hey Moo boy! Waow!" and he comes out into full view and sez "Waaaow" and it is MOO!
We were about a block and a half from home and know there is no way to get teh Moo in the car. So I told Mr. LT to drive on home and I'd walk with Moo. He followed me, was in front, off to the side. With "waow." and rolling around on his back to get petted. Him did not want to cross the street, so I had to pick him up (purrr) and carry him (wiggle) for a while. Then he wanted to wander under some shrubs on the corner house, so I picked him up again (wiggle). Mr. LT met us about half a block from home with some cruncheez. Nom nom nom. Also a jacket for me b/c I only had a t-shirt and it's kind of chilly. Lord Moo finshed the fud, then Mr. LT carried hims the rest of the way home, whereupon him got moar croncheez.
Him eated, looked around the yard, sat on his carpet, looked around some more, eated more, wanted moar pettins, washed up and is now doing the usual thing of LOOKING in at us as we're in the living room. TK all excited, HRT trying to ignore the whole thing, me feeling as though the house is complete again.
I don't know why him's been away for 2 months and turned up on the other side of the busy street in the other part of him territory. But I do know they weren't feeding him enough, he's no longer globe shaped and doesn't weigh as much. He's lost fur in the heat, but not enough to make him that much thinner. No floof this time of year, though.
Moo's got moar cruncheez and a full bowl of water and I will make an effort to make sure there are nom noms out there daily for him. Still a big handsome kitteh with those adorable nose spots, and he hasn't gotten any more scratches.
YAY MOO!
I guess I might as well fess up that we haven't seen Daddy Moo since May 14th.
That's over 9 weeks; we haven't ever gone that long without seeing him ever, even before him was friendly to us.
His latest arch-enemy has been striding the fences with impunity, and the birds are more and louder.
No moar WAOW or giant purr.
Moo leaves behind one very stoopid tuxie son, two fud hoomans who miss him, and his blog followers.
We miss his giant cow/soccer ball self, but 4-5 years for an alley tom is a pretty good life. And besides siring a bunch of cute kittens, he also rescued lost little BG. Moo was a good boy.
I'd so hoped to sit on the back porch of a summer evening and skritch Teh Moo, see if he'd be a lap cat, but it was not to be. Him was our winter half-cat; came to us with the rain, left when it did.
Goodbye, Moo -- wherever you are, I hope it's warm and full of cruncheez.
Here's some random photos showing you what things look like around here.
Outside, we have pretty flowers:
Indoors, well, we have this:
Any time, day or night, we might see this:
If you don't hop to and feed him quick enough, you get a WAOW and this face:
Moo's not the only Widecat -- while watching TV in the evenings, we have his son being long and wide atop the couch:
Later in the night, I tend to get cornered:
And once I go to bed, there's a brief moment of this:
All photos (except paws up) by Fabulous Daddy.
Have a good weekend, peeps!
We hadn't seen him in ages, and that was only an eat-and-run at midnight.
So, very happy when him showed at 2 PM.
WAOW-ed mightily, snarfed cruncheez, WAOW-ed more... but him has fud? him's been skritched? why is him Staring and talking? Oh, him needs water. Gave it to him, shlorp shlorp. Teh Moo tung cannot be captured on video, him will not allow it.
HRT is monitoring as Moo eats his second course; TK all excited.
The latest scratch on Moo's nose -- the one he had when he led BG here -- is healed.
Yay Moo! (him covered in dirt, motor oil, and grass. sigh.)
Mr. Moo came by about 1 PM and Stared till I got him's food. It's so cute how he'll go sit on his carpet waiting while I get the food, until I open the door.
He had one course, then wanted some skritching (he is a greaseball extraordinare, tho still skinnier than before his last missing spell). Then he lay around and snoozed for a bit, asked for another round, ate and left.
Here's the most recent pix, of him grudgingly/graciously allowing BG to nom.
Now Lord Moo is once again master of all him surveys.
That's pretty much how I feel.
I was sick all weekend and couldn't do anything. Didn't leave the house.
I'm still not well today. Very achy, headache, I feel grody even after I take a shower, can't sleep.
The only good thing about waking up early is that I got to feed Lord Moo his breakfast. He hopped up and looked in the window and I stood up before he could even get a WAOW out. Got to the door and he was sitting on him carpet square, waiting patiently. So cute.
He ate a TON of crunchies. I told him he was a good boy for leading (or at least tolerating) B.G. here and that BG won't be in Moo's territory any more. I skritched him a little and he is FILTHY, the grubbiest I've ever seen him. It hasn't rained for a while; I hate to think how greasy and dirty Moo will be this summer. He ate and ran.
TK was all excited, of course, HRT was "whatever". Then I fed them.
After that, we had a very small earthquake. HRT was sitting on the windowsill and she didn't move, just swiveled her ears during it. I don't know where TK was; I called to him when it was over and he strolled in the room very casual. Certainly a change from when he was a kitn. Mr. LT slept through it.
The only good thing is that tickets went on sale this morning for the Elton John/Billy Joel concert in November. We called ahead on Saturday to get AMEX to call in, get the tickets, and pay for them with accumulated points instead of actual moneys. We have a bunch of points to cash in before the card expires this summer. So, free concert from all those charges I've been running up at Trader Joe's and Target and Amazon. w00t!
EDIT: On Friday, I went to Walgreen's and they had SUGAR-FREE Peeps. I bought them. They're pretty close to the real thing, not as teeth-hurtingly sweet and the marshmallow goo is a skosh less fluffy. But they're very very very close. Same beady eyes and screaming yellow color.
Here's the pix and video of our little lost boy B.G. who should be back with his hooman tonight (or tomorrow morning at the latest). Update: him got picked up last evening! Only had to spend 3-4 hours in da joint! He's HOME!
Following and braving Teh Moo:
FOOD (still watching Moo)!
The next day, all by his hungry little lonesome:
Hello, hoomans? I am a tame kitteh:
(can you believe how long his neck is?)
And a hungry one:
Started feeding him on a plate, which he really liked much much better. And giving him wet food, which was MUCH more to his liking. (Both of these were further evidence of being a tame, lost cat)
Didn't get any pix of him eating off the plate, or the gooshyfud, but here's the video when we found out him's a boy. LOUD SOUND WARNING.
And now this poor starving kitteh will be is home with his person or persons.
We hadn't seen Mr. Moo for 2 1/2 weeks, maybe 3? (edit: since Mar. 5, 18 days) I had given him big guy up for dead, but yesterday at brunch, Lauowolf said I should keep the faith.
Guess who showed up 10 min. ago!
YAY!
Him's STARVING. Frantic meow!meow!meow! as he looked at me. I petted him a little as he was snarfing and he's lost quite a bit of weight. Must have gotten in somewhere he couldn't get out of or got shut up.
I called Mr. LT who also said YAY!
I put out a LOT of food and Moo's still inhaling it. Poor kitteh.
YAY!
Then I had to give HRT and TK some fud too.
