tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21121426338637604202011-11-28T01:38:57.584+02:00One day a little tabby and white cat wormed his way into our lives and nothing was ever the same.Sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15606922510495018342noreply@blogger.comBlogger1161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112142633863760420.post-91063218257142838362011-09-17T22:44:00.000+03:002011-09-17T22:45:03.167+03:00

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They said the fang was not that big a deal. But he has severe gum disease, which they said was painful, and which in cats is either:- Regular gum disease like people (dental)- Herpes - likely because he got that in the shelter- AutoimmuneSo he got a course of Clinda/Flagyl, and also depo steroids for 9 weeks. It's been about 4, and to me the teeth look just the same. But the steroids seem to be

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Last night we're sitting on the sofa, and B.B. Av says, "Hey, where's his other fang?" He usually has this real cute overbite with two fangs hanging out. Sure enough - there's a big chip off the end of his top fang. He's going to the vet tomorrow, it's a whole deal. But it's getting ridiculous - his latest vet visits:- Hit by car (?)- Smoke inhalation (there was a huge wildfire by the house and

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This morning: Namerovsky hopped into bed, and I was awakened by wet cat feet and underside. I looked and there were tiny wet cat prints over all the bedding."Avi! Why is the cat wet?" I yelled."Oh - funny story, let me finish brushing my teeth and I'll tell you." I am relieved. I was afraid he had stepped in pee in the box and then tracked it into bed."I was trying to get ready and he was trying

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This is the huge bag of crappy cat food for the strays. They spray it with cat crack or something. It is irresistible.

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People tested, cat approved.

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And the new lawn furniture.

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It's so hot in the summer.

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Namerovsky is now on limited entry - he has to pass a security check before he comes in the house. That's after the two lizards and last night a bug the size of my palm. He has to open his mouth for inspection before admission. I've been calling him "Lizard Breath."He is supposed to keep down the bugs, but he brings them inside. The lizards are gross. He brings them in, bats them around, and

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He stayed at Hotel Hatul.He ate. (A lot, according the the owner.)He lounged and made a friend.He sight-saw.He enjoyed the view.

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Nems makes the greatest faces.

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Of course, on the eve of a holiday. Everything had to go out...Best box ever.

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The neighbors who share our yard have a toddler. They leave these quasi-educational toys on the lawn, the little baby tables with things that spin and buttons and beads.I caught Namerovsky up on two paws, totally intent, whacking away at the thing.Your educational toys: good for brain stimulation in cats and your baby.I hope they don't catch him at it, but I did find it hilarious.

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Sorry about the burnt whiskers.

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I think I've mentioned that Namerovsky gets the ridiculous expensive organic free range chicken/wild trout Canadian cat food. Hecate and Sherman (not sure if I've pictured him) have become constant outside cats, so I broke down and bought a really big cheap bag of cat food to feed them. Nems went apeshit. When they delivered this 20 kg bag, he almost took down the cat food guy. The bag is

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Get out of the damn doorway!

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when he realizes it's just cereal.

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I was Furminating Nems this evening. When I do that, I take a couple of squares of toilet paper to clean off the Furminator between brushes. In the end, I end up with a giant wad of hair, about enough to make another cat. I was doing this when the phone rang, probably the police from the latest car theft fiasco (on the other blog), so I dropped what I was doing and ran to answer.They came and I

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...but not quite. First, he gets interested:Then, as I am eating, I feel something pulling at the chopsticks:I'm sorry cause and effect and the abstract use of tools are so hard for you, little guy.

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Namerovsky was going nuts in the house today, so we finally let him out, despite the very cold temperature (4 C).Then it started raining and hailing, loud. The poor guy was terrified and just hid under the stairs, too scared to move. It's just about ten paces from there to the door, but no coaxing could get him to come into the house. Not even waving the cat Doritos.I probably should have just

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Check out the back legs.He's pretty close to too fat to sit up there anymore.

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It's hard to tell, but he's rippling his back fur and getting ready to pounce.One...Two...And the inevitable outcome...

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B.B. Av and Nems wrestling around in the kitchen. The way you know Nems loves him is by his not clawing his eyes out.

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Last night, he got totally engrossed. Sat and stared with us like any TV idiot.

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He does use the bed when he thinks no one is watching!

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Of course, he goes straight for the one bag that is restaurant leftovers.

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B.B. Av (left) and Nems (right)

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...is not me...B.B. Av begs Hecate and another cat to come and eat.

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But this one is better:

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We call them Cat Doritos. He goes nuts for them. Next time I'm in the States, I'm going to buy him some Pounce and watch him flip out.Funnily, he looks just like the cat on the package.

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Hecate watches Nems from the windowsill.

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He came back yesterday covered in pine sap. I do not know of anything that can possibly remove this. So the top of his head got trimmed. It doesn't look too bad.

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I think we are going to call her Hecate, because, as my mom says, she looks wise, and she also seems to have an affinity for the door threshold and the windowsill, neither entering or leaving - a true creature of the crossroads.And playing hide-and-seek:

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Nems's friend on the wall

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Namerovsky...Eats: Acana cat food, dry. It's got the three flavors, which is why I picked it. He hates anything fishy, so he really will just have two options. It just seemed so boring to never change. Right now he has the chicken, next time he'll get the lamb. And yes, I am aware that this is better food than I eat.Before that, he got Nutrisource. He doesn't love either of them, saving his love

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She's been around since he got here almost, and they seem to be friends. I can't tell if she's a stray or not; she looks like she is in pretty good shape, also has a ticked ear, but she's hungry whenever she's around.It is very cute that Namerovsky tries to invite her inside, but she's shy. I've caught her inside a few times, eating his food, but she runs away immediately. If we give her a full

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Mom is not a cat person. But last time she was around, Namerovsky was determined to extract some love.And he did.The approach. Mom is amused at the chutzpah, yet still pulls away.Nems prostrates himself and cuddles, making himself as irresistible as possible."This cat is too funny."He then uses his paws to demonstrate the petting motion desired.We call this his "Cat pets YOU" technique.Mom

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Feet love.

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Namerovsky likes Casspi.

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What's this? Could it be a box that is too small for me?I think I will try to fit in anyway...because I am ridiculous.B.B. Av gets ridiculous too.

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Nems has gained weight. He is now on a diet. It's so hard, because I don't want to have him be hungry, but also I don't want to be like Cartman's mom.When he first came, he was so afraid he wouldn't have food, he would panic when the dish was empty.He is the Blob Cat.

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You wouldn't think there's a Namerovsky hiding in here:But if you look closer (hint: he's not in the dishwasher):See him? See more hiding kitty here.

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The two days of rain got to be too much for him. He just got crazy from being in the house all the time. When Av left for work he made a dash for the door in the rain...straight to the mud and rolled. He was out in pouring rain for an hour. When he came back he was so wet and frozen - rainwater is SO COLD. He actually let me towel him off some, but there are now wet cat ass prints all over

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First, the bed was relocated in an attempt to make it more appealing:That was not successful. However, Namerovsky is not against all beds on principle, as seen here:Remind me to write about the Herald Cat of the Dawn next time.

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Nobody has made a claim for the unstuffed cat bed. I'd send it to the coldest cat in all of New England, but I don't think the carbon footprint of shipping is so great. I also thought that I'd send it to whoever will make a small donation to the Jerusalem SPCA where he came from. But then I thought there should be some kind of cool contest. Any ideas? It might not be so great, though, since I

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When Mom visited, she brought me some fabric to make Namerovsky a winter bed - flannel, one with monkeys, and one green with an SPCA print.Namerovsky got a new bed for winter. Somehow, I miscalculated and it ended up big enough for a big dog. I wanted to make a cuddly little donut for him to curl up in, like this site (thanks, whoever you are).I measured Namerovsky at like 20 inches, but somehow

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As it turns out, cats DO like it...but you need the help of opposable thumbs to eat it.

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He's up and walking around, painfully. He still can't get up on anything alone. It's sorta sad, at night he peeks his face and two front feet up on the bed, but he can't get up. I'm hoping this will improve too.At least his personality is coming back. He's cuddly and hilarious again. I was afraid he'd be bored, but he's been spending time watching the laundry spin around in the machine.He also

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ok, let me start by saying that everyone is ok.Namerovsky got hit by a car yesterday.The vet thinks he's ok...just in pain. He can't walk right now, but it doesn't look neurological. X-rays ok. But he got a shot of morphine and didn't start walking after that either. (Though it was very cute to see him stoned.) It doesn't look serious.Anyway, I need to go to work, so I'm going to get him set up

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This was Namerovsky when he heard me coming to get him. Apparently, he stood there like that all week. It was so fucking sad. So I guess he's guilted his way into another night of sleeping in bed. He lost a LOT of weight, too.

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It was sad, actually. He kept doing this, even after it was packed, and then kept sleeping in there during the two days after it was packed.Now he is staying at the Cat Hotel (yes, I know). It was sad to leave him there this afternoon, and I felt guilty that he's in there with another cat poking his bed box and having to eat out of a bucket of gross shared food. (The Cat Lady: "I've never seen a

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...oh wait, I did.We may end up with another cat.Here's what happened. There was a teeny beeny kitten - like under a month old - in a bush by B.B. Av's parents' house. It was on a huge thoroughfare, so we moved it to a bush closer to the building and every single time we went out there this weekend, it was in almost the exact same spot. It was wobbly and skinny, pure bone. We fed it all weekend.

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Yesterday Namerovsky had to get a worm pill, so I bought a tiny can of the really good cat treat food for him to hide it in. I gave him the pill and there was a left over, so I stuck the can in the fridge. When B.B. Av got home, I told him, "Go give Namerovsky some treat. I saved it for you to give him so he'll like you." Namerovsky likes Av, but is somewhat skittish around him due to his

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Today, I'm sleeping, and all the sudden I hear this tremendous crashing around in the hallway. Nothing else. I woke up and thought someone had broken in, despite it being about 9 AM on Saturday.I fly out of the room just as B.B. Av is also flying out, and we see Nems in a full-on, knock-down, tumbling fight with another cat. No howling or hissing or little swats; they are rolling head over heels

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Getting Mom off to the airport, sounds like an easy task? Noooo.The flight was at 11, so we were going to pick B.B. Av up from work and continue straight to the airport. The clutch on the Blue Shark, however, had other ideas. It had been making protest noises for a while now. We didn't go to the Dead Sea because I did not want to break down in the middle of the world's most humid desert and sit

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But things should start happening soon. B.B. Av is in Paris, coming back at 4:30 tomorrow morning, and going to work after that! My mom is arriving the day after.We actually had more excitement as mentioned in the last post with Namerovsky and the car. On the night Av left for Paris, we tried to watch the season end of Battlestar Galactica but didn't realize it ran over an hour, not 45 minutes.

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My first inklings of trouble ahead with my cat-as-mousecatcher plan were recounted in this post. Last night, at 3:43 AM, I woke up in a start, having heard something that sounded like a mouse walking in the kitchen. The kitchen is on the other end of the apartment, which only goes to show what an insanely light sleeper I am. I got up to investigate, and sure enough, a little brown mouse ran

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Last night we had a good game of Stick Mouse, and broke a plant. Then we played foil ball, and broke a lamp and some knickknacks. At that point, we decided we needed a calmer game, and decided to play "Box" - in which Namerovsky sits in a box and pokes his head down to hide, then pops up.Sorry about the pictures. After B.B. Av broke my camera, his parents got him the most expensive, crappiest

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Namerovsky made a phone call. At 3 AM, I suddenly heard a loud dial tone, and then a number being dialed rapidly. Then I heard B.B. Av jump up and say, "Oh no, Kitty, it is way too late to be calling people." Namerovsky, while exploring, had activated the speaker phone and stepped on a speed dial button. Who he called: B.B. Av's father, for unknown reasons. After Namerovsky's failed phone call,

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Namerovsky may in fact be magic.He got put outside this morning at 5 AM for tearing up the house. About 8 AM, B.B. Av is up and getting ready for work, and I hear Namerovsky start his usual wailing at the front window to come in. I didn't want to get up yet (after all, my big day consists of going to sign in at the unemployment office, and I don't want to get up too early for that). Then the

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Just skip it if you aren't into the cat thing.Namerovsky is starting to show more personality. Yes, that's possible. I'm starting to realize how much he was in shock when he first got here; all that clinging behavior was just fear. He's much more independent now. After something upsets or scares him, he goes back to being something close to a "lap cat" (I never was quite sure what that means, I'd

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Namerovsky keeps coming back from the great outdoors without collars. Today he lost his fluorescent one, which was also his last one. This time he only screwed himself because now he's stuck inside until I can get another. He is, apparently, a nudist. Fits right in around here.

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