Category: kitty

Kitty witty

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 24/01/2012

I find it strange that I have never blogged this picture before, but I went through my archives and couldn’t find it. It’s silly old Rose. She sits on my yarn bins while I’m sewing and fills me in on all her news. You know, she drives us bananas with all her meowing but I am still very fond of her.

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That is her. Although if her mouth was open she would be more recognizable.

Here is a picture that made me laugh for a long time and forced me to attempt the same pose. You should do the same.

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So awesome, right? Prada, you’re killing me.

A study in low contrast

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 01/11/2011

Dear Rose, please forgive me for ever saying that you are a useless grey rag. It’s just not true: you happen to be quite a useful grey rag and I am enormously proud of you. For the third time in your, what, 15? 16 is it now? years, you caught and killed a mouse. And you neatly laid it in front of the door I use most often, what a good girl you are!

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Now if only you could figure out how to make me coffee. Or toast, that’s easy.

Jason Seagull

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 05/07/2011

Ok, so it really is summer in the city. It is hot and sunny and hot and I don’t like it one bit. None of it! Ok, I like the fruits and vegetables that are at the markets, but that is it. And I like the baby animals. I also like outdoor swimming, that’s nice. The smell of sunscreen, drinking lemonade, wearing flip flops and drinking Slurpees. But that is IT.

Oh, and while I don’t like seagulls ever, I did appreciate this one preening itself at the top of a lamp post.

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Dog days of summer

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 02/07/2011

Not that summer has really arrived in Toronto, not yet it seems. Not that I’m complaining, ha ha, no indeed, the milder weather suits me and my non-air conditioned home just fine, thanks. This is my neighbor’s dog, FiFi. She is tiny and silly and likes nothing better than a cuddle in the hammock. Although I think he is lacking the required male anatomy, her ideal mate would certainly be Puppers.

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Not a great pic of me, but it was the only one where her eyes were open. Out of 8. She was wide awake.

I’m hoping to get some decent sleep tonight. On top of my usual stresses in life, I lost my skull ring on Monday afternoon. I noticed it missing when we got home from High Park, ugh, and we drove back to do some searching and turned up nada. Tears, many tears were shed. Teeth gnashed. More tears. I turned our rather messy home upside down looking in all the obvious spots, then the less obvious spots and then the ridiculous spots. Nada. Looked everywhere another dozen times. I made posters for the park (honestly, I had no idea where I lost it) and a craigslist ad and told my neighbors and posted on Facebook and twitter.

Agony. My heart was in serious amounts of pain. And then my dad had his hip replacement surgery that did not go as well as planned and when I talked to my mom to find out how he was doing, I burst into tears in the grocery store.

No sleep+stupid amount of stress=crying in public. Vodka helped. Vodka is very helpful in small amounts. Ditto mind numbing video games.

Fast forward to today, 5 days from the day I lost it and guess what? Ari found it on the floor of the truck, in the back seat! I don’t often hug and kiss her, but today was certainly exceptional and I did plant a few on her rosy cheek. As a reward I gave her the pink knitted squid that she has been begging for since I made it. And Shannon got her a new game for her ds.

And my dad is recovering nicely, he is out of bed and enjoying the women’s world cup soccer.

Sleep? Come back please. You are missed!

Speckled pigeon is speckled.

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 12/05/2011

And I gots my strut on.

This handsome fellow was outside the Skydome Roger’s Centre when I went to the Jays game last Friday against Detroit. Hard for me, what with my serious love of all things Detroit, but I’m a Toronto girl at heart. Birdy was hoping for hotdog bun and birdy was not disappoint.

Slackeration

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 30/04/2011

Sorry.  I realize I haven’t been updating regularly. It’s not for lack of action around here, not at all. If anything, I have so much going on that I’m living my own real life as opposed to a e-life on the webs. So. Also I hate hate hate this laptop and wordpress doesn’t have a reliable app yet, so until that happens, there will be spaces between blog entries.

We don’t have rats inside our space (YET!) but they have been lumping around the compost bins and gardens a bunch. Big holes and I saw a MONSTER rat-a live one-last week that at first I thought was a wet squirrel. Yes, that big.

And this guy (not the monster)  met a not so pleasant end.

I’m going to post date a few more blog entries.

Bords

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 26/12/2010

My mother has a couple Irish fellows staying with her (well, they’re off to Havana tomorrow for a week) who are SO NICE and we just love them to death. Anyway, my mom has a couple bird feeders on her back deck that were just flooded with wildlife. Tons of goldfinches, house finches, morning doves, sparrows, juncos, chickadees, squirrels, blue jays and cardinals. Sitting and watching them battle at the feeders was so awesome, better than so called ‘festive’ tv programming.

The Irishmen found the cardinals to be so exotic.

I do too. Lovely.

Not cute.

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 07/11/2010

Seeing these chickens at the Royal Agricultural Winter Fair on Saturday made me very sad.  I’m pretty much immune to the gelatinous blobs that go to the fair, the rude and obnoxious people that ride transit and other every day crap, but this really bummed me out. Like being a chicken at a traveling petting zoo doesn’t suck enough.

The pink one was especially sad, missing lots of feathers on her neck. They seemed dazed.

I read that they are dyed in utero, while still in the shell, I guess that’s less inhumane than painting them with Manic Panic after.

Good night, fair ratty

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 28/10/2010

I always scream when I almost step on a dead animal. It happens more often than you’d think, in a big city. Last week it was a tiny finch on the sidewalk, this week a junior rat. I came upon her very near the red squirrel I found over a year ago. The restaurant on the corner must put out poison, I guess.

Other than dead animals, I also very nearly step in dog poop daily.

Poor fishie

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 13/09/2010

The pet store near work…sucks.  In the sense that ALL pet stores suck, they sell kitties that you could get free from a neighbour (or adopt at a shelter), puppies bred at puppy mills and lizards from who knows where. Not to mention exotic birds that have no business being in Canada (or a cage) and a wide assortment of rodents.

And fish. And this store hires people that offer BAD fish expertise, it was here that I was told that I must use a cleaning product to get rid of the poop in my pond, which I did do, assuming they were the experts, and one of my fish promptly DIED. A horrible, pain filled, miserable death. That was Kelly #1, she was maybe 14 years old but at least 12, a plain, old, boring ‘feeder’ fish.

Ok, so anyway, I do go in there occasionally to buy fish food for long weekends.  And I do like looking at kitties and puppies and rodents and fish. I love the fish, I love the plecostamus, at the store they’re so tiny, smaller than my pinky finger, unlike Brenda, my pleco, who’s as long as my forearm.  This garbage bin was sitting on the floor beside the tanks with one small fish, dead, laying in it.  It made me sad, poor little fish, no friends, all alone, dead.

She’s the tiny orange blob you can barely see.