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Mike - 26 Apr 2005 05:28 GMT

If I can't gripe out here where else can I gripe?

Every morning it's the same thing with Isis. I get up. I have not had
coffee. This is bad - very bad. I need that hot java.

Isis is all antsy. She walks in little circles in front of me while I
struggle to cross the kitchen to the coffee. She makes a rackety racket. In
order to shut her up I have to stop and scoop up a fresh dish of canned food
for her. I'd rather just get the coffee but I must end the torture. Ahhh.
She finally puts her mush in the bowl and digs the food. It's that period of
time from semi-consciousness to food bowl that's the worst. Once the second
feeding is done the whole day turns around. She sits on her towel by the
front window and I can peacefully surf the net and ease slowly into the day.

She's cranky. I'm cranky. We're both groggy and one of us is noisy. Oh, boy.
I'm soooo glad when that first half hour is over!

Thank you.

Mike in Illinois

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Knucklehead - 26 Apr 2005 07:37 GMT

Boy , I can sympathize.I come into the kitchen in the morning--there's
Pearl. I give her a "good moning" scratch behind the ears and head for the
coffee pot.I'm not going to make it one of these days with her between my
feet--tripping all the way.Next is a scoop of dry food[that shuts her
up]but if I want to hold the peace I had better open a can of the good
stuff and don't forget her bowl of milk or it will be hell to pay.I head
for the bathroom[waiting for the coffee to make].Back and get the survival
cup of java and over to the pc.If I put the coffee maker on automatic and
had the coffee already made when I got up I probably couldn't restrain
myself from pouring a quick cup and end up scalding both of us.Ha,ha ain't
they great?

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Mike - 27 Apr 2005 00:17 GMT

"and don't forget her bowl of milk or it will be hell to pay"

Ohhhh, man. And you know, the pain doesn't end for a long long time. If we
just can leverage that morning situation and keep their bellies full the
whole day is a downhill run. But God forbid we don't fill up their tanks
during that morning coffee run . . .

We are kindred souls.

Mike in Illinois

> Boy , I can sympathize.I come into the kitchen in the morning--there's
> Pearl. I give her a "good moning" scratch behind the ears and head for the
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> myself from pouring a quick cup and end up scalding both of us.Ha,ha ain't
> they great?

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Diana - 26 Apr 2005 15:43 GMT

Mike at nospam@dot.com wrote on4/26/05 12:28 AM:

> If I can't gripe out here where else can I gripe?
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> Mike in Illinois

Oh, Mike, Mike, Mike. One day, and I hope it's not for a very long time,
you will miss this ritual like crazy. (Come on, admit that she does it
soooo cutely anyway!)

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Diana

P.S. You won't reading this post before your morning coffee, right?

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Mike - 27 Apr 2005 00:15 GMT

Hi, Diana.

No, I don't read posts before coffee. That is for sure.

Isis and I do have our good times. At night when we watch t.v. sometimes I
plop her on a chair and use her for a pillow. I enjoy the rumblings and purr
sounds as well as the ultra-softness. <-: I've almost trained her to jump
when I say jump. She jumps up on my dishwasher and I'm conditioned to get
her some dry food. I'm doing quite well! We have some fun game times. We
play anxiety games like "Run for Your Life" or "Is Anyone Hiding Behind the
Door?"

It's just mornings that are rough. I leave her alone and she leaves me alone
until we're both civil.

Mike in Illinois

> Oh, Mike, Mike, Mike. One day, and I hope it's not for a very long time,
> you will miss this ritual like crazy. (Come on, admit that she does it
> soooo cutely anyway!)

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Lesley Madigan - 28 Apr 2005 13:07 GMT

> Oh, Mike, Mike, Mike. One day, and I hope it's not for a very long time,
> you will miss this ritual like crazy. (Come on, admit that she does it
> soooo cutely anyway!)

Mike

Two years ago tomorrow my Isis crossed the bridge and believe me you
will miss this ritual like crazy through I hope not for a very long
time. Even now I still miss the fact that Isis was so dainty (She was
a lady after all) in the morning especially as if you look at my other
post and realise I now have to fight off two hooli-kittens just to get
my morning coffee

Lesley

Slave to the Fabulous (even if they are hooli-kittens) Furballs

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Mike - 28 Apr 2005 18:01 GMT

Lesley,

I don't see Isis and me parting ways for a long time. This is because I feed
the vet regularly with cash. Why, just recently I dropped $500 smackers on
dental cleaning, shots, health check-up, bath, etc., and two cases of
special cat food in both chicken and fish flavor.

She is about 5 or 6 years old and all systems are working A ok. And when I
ask for a little affection at night she sometimes says "yes" and sometimes
says "no". What a priss.

If I couldn't come out here to scream occasionally I would probably go cat
crazy. Maybe it's too late.

Mike in Illinois

>> Oh, Mike, Mike, Mike. One day, and I hope it's not for a very long time,
>> you will miss this ritual like crazy. (Come on, admit that she does it
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> Slave to the Fabulous (even if they are hooli-kittens) Furballs

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Lesley Madigan - 27 Apr 2005 16:34 GMT

> Every morning it's the same thing with Isis. I get up. I have not had
> coffee. This is bad - very bad. I need that hot java.

Same here. First I have with my partner who works from home rolling
over in bed and curling up while I stand there freezing, groaning and
listening to the rain on the windows. At this moment, Redunzel and
Sarrasine realise the feeding machine (That's how they think of me I
am sure) is awake and breakfast had better follow....or else....So I
stagger into the kitchen to put the kettle on. The thought the feeding
machine is going to the treasure cave (AKA the fridge) produces two
frenzied felines circulating around my feet at high speeds. Our
kitchen is very narrow and many a morning the dawn chorus in my
neighbourhood goes, "Okay! Okay! Can't you two wait another second?!
Sorry I forgot you can't!" BANG. CRASH. "Ow!" WALLOP "Sarrasine are
you trying to kill me ? If you kill me you can't rely on him to give
you meat,you'll end up living on munchies! " BANG "Ow! My foot! I
should have remembered kitten loves her munchies!" CRASH "Redunzel get
out from under my feet!" I've still got the bruises from the last time
I dodged Redunzel rather than stand on her (I have threatened the next
time she stops suddenly I will stand on her of course, we all know as
do they who the big softie is and alas so do the Furballs).

Finally the meat is in their bowl and I have my coffee but they
haven't finished yet. Sarrasine starts hoovering the food up but
Redunzel comes into the living room to watch me dress. She looks sad
and comes up and pats me with her paw- all designed to make me feel
guilty about going out to work since Redunzel does not understand I
have to work to keep her in deluxe food, vets (okay she'd probably
rather not that bit), rolled up bits of silver foil and central
heating.But rationality v. small kitten is not on, so I now feel so
guilty about leaving my little furball

Finally I make sandwiches.....Ahhh....the feeding machine is opening
the treasure cave again! Maniac mode! Obviously Hoomin food has to be
better than theirs (I don't know about that....I've been unemployed
and feeding Fugazi and my Isis (both RB) best quality beef catfood and
eating plain pasta myself- The only people that go short in this house
are the Hoomins if things get tight). Teamwork, Sarrasine demands
scritches and when my attention is on her, Redunzel makes a bold dive
for the sandwich stuff! Luckily after turning round and finding
Redunzel eating my sandwich once too often (once) I am wise enough to
buy just a little more and make a big thing about giving it to them.

Wise enough? Or simply trained enough?

At last I am ready for the door, just enough time not to be late for
work....

Sarrasine wants to do her big mock atttack bit then Redunzel MUST
follow me onto the landing to scare off the landing greeblings as well
as giving me the melting "You're not going to leave us alone with HIM
are you?" looks (What she really means is "The other slave won't get
up for at least another hour-so there will be no one to feed us!")
before I manage to lure her back into the flat, hoping this isn't one
of those days when they play kitten tag and having got one in the
other one gets out or Sarrasine will hide while I am with Redunzel and
give me palpitations because I KNOW she's here somewhere but a little
guilty voice says "Are you sure she hasn't got out?" She's got me so
well trained I may have to resort to food to lure her out!

And that's it. Finally I can go for work....and I've missed my train
again!

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs (even if they keep making me late for
work!)

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Mike - 28 Apr 2005 17:57 GMT

Lesley,

Your pain surpasses anything I've ever seen. Why isn't your partner
buffering some of this pain for you? You have to face it alone???

I can feel your agony. You fight to get to the coffee while two hooli-cats
harass you with guerilla warfare techniques. This whole narrative reminds of
the Greek myth where the guy rolls the boulder up the mountain only to have
it come careening down over and over again.

I thought I was suffering. Ha. I'm on vacation compared to you!

Mike in Illinois

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> Slave of the Fabulous Furballs (even if they keep making me late for
> work!)

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Knucklehead - 28 Apr 2005 18:28 GMT

Alas, there is an old saying that no one ever owns a cat--they own you.
DEW

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Ivor Jones - 28 Apr 2005 18:41 GMT

> Alas, there is an old saying that no one ever owns a cat--they own
> you. DEW

There's another saying too - dogs have owners, cats have staff ;-)

Ivor

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Lesley Madigan - 03 May 2005 11:58 GMT

> Your pain surpasses anything I've ever seen. Why isn't your partner
> buffering some of this pain for you? You have to face it alone???

Because he's a cranky so and so in the mornings. Believe me, I am so
well used to the cats but every day I pray he won't get it into his
head to get up until I am well out of the way!

> I can feel your agony. You fight to get to the coffee while two hooli-cats
> harass you with guerilla warfare techniques. This whole narrative reminds of
> the Greek myth where the guy rolls the boulder up the mountain only to have
> it come careening down over and over again.

Thank you for the empathy

> I thought I was suffering. Ha. I'm on vacation compared to you!

Thanks again. This morning I actually managed not to trip over a cat-
it was a warm morning and Redunzel was not getting off the wardrobe
for anyone! And Sarrasine is easy to deal with- place food in bowl, do
not stand between bowl and Sarrasine (She runs over your feet with her
claws out if you do), stand back and let her get stuck in and she's
happy! Yes coffee in relative peace!
Doesn't happen too often so it feels all the nicer when it does

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

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