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| 1285.1 | | MYVAX::LUBY | love them furry terrorists | Wed Apr 20 1988 13:01 | 36 |
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Hmm, routines.
Well, T.K. has a rather annoying routine in the morning. About
5:00 AM my bladder goes off so I get up for a few minutes, then
go back to bed for a last snooze. T.K. always follows me into
the bathroom and then back into the room. After I'm almost
asleep again T.K. starts leaping up in down in the corner of
my room trying to get to my plant. Or he goes and finds one
of his beer caps and drops it in my face. Needless to say,
I usually throw T.K. out when I wake up, in order to avoid this
hassle .... but sometimes I forget.
As far a bedtime routines, Bandit takes the cake for that.
He insists on sharing my pillow with me. Not only that, but
he insists on sleeping as close to my head as possible. Last
night he climbed on my pillow, turned around twice, and lay
down on my face. So I turned over so that he was curled agains
the back of my head. So he put his paw around my neck and
rested his chin on my ear and purred as loud as he possibly
could (in my ear, mind you). So I removed him and the process
started all over again. I must say that I enjoy this immensely
but I find it impossible to sleep. Sometimes he falls asleep
first and the purring stops but last night I kept giggling
because he was tickling me with his purring and I couldn't sleep.
I had to put him on the other pillow.
Oh, and back to mornings. When my alarm goes off I let the
guys back in the room and climb back into bed for 5 minutes
of cuddling and affection. T.K. even lets me scratch his
head, although usually he just lies on the desk and watches
Bandits tummy rub from a distance.
Karen
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| 1285.2 | Bedtime Manner | LDP::BANGMA | | Wed Apr 20 1988 13:27 | 29 |
| One of my cats, Tigger, definitely has a bedtime routine. While
I am putting out the lights and checking the doors she sits at the
end of the hallway at our bedroom door (usually closed because my
husband goes to bed earlier than me), waiting for me. She then
follows me into our master bath, proceeds to follow every little
move I make to get me to rub her head or ears When she's had
enough (or rather I've had enough) and it's time to wash my face,
she lays on the bathroom rug and cleans herself. When we are both
finished, time to hit the sack. Tigger jumps up on the bed and
waits for me to turn the light out. Then she will walk around my
pillow a few times (to make sure I'm all tucked in) and settle
herself down at the end of the bed to sleep. Mind you if I ever
move my feet, she pounces on them (to say either "Be still and go
to sleep" or "Stay in bed"). That's where I find her in the morning
all snuggled up with Weazy. Tigger is definintely a *bathroom*
kitty because she follows me every time I go in there and doesn't
come out without me.
All of my four know when it's "Time to make the lunches" (my take
off from the Dunkin Donuts commercial) before bedtime. They hear
the crinkling of the lunchmeat wrappers and come running for a
bedtime snack.
They all have their own little routines -- what would we do without
them! I talk about my cats (generally) so much -- people must think
I'm nuts! My husband does!
Pam
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| 1285.3 | A Day In The Life | JAWS::COTE | Huh? | Wed Apr 20 1988 14:20 | 94 |
| 5:30 AM - That loud thing makes him go in the room where all the
water is. Ahhh, now for just a few more winks...
5:45 What's all that banging in my kitchen?! Oh well, time
to get up, do a few stretches and beg for some cookies.
5:50 *burp*. Watch me make him do something stupid. Everytime
I bring him this red thing from a milk jug he throws
it! He really enjoys this time in the morning...
6:00 LOOK!! A spot of sunshine on the floor! I must lay in
it; official rules.
7:00-6:00 Well, it's been quite a day. I slept, chased dust, ate,
slept, shed, slept, ate, gazed out the picture window,
slept, watched Wheel Of Fortune, and slept. When's he
coming home? I'm hungry...
6:00 He's here!!! OK, act cool, run to the door and pretend
not to notice him. Wait! He's got 2 bags in his arms!
Obviously an invitation to do figure 8's between his
feet!! My favorite sport!
OK, it's been 30 seconds, he had his chance. "MMMMEEEOOWW!!
Bring me my chicken hearts and livers!!! I'm going to
run back and forth on this ebony stained bar and drop
fur all over it until you do!! NOW!! DO YOU HEAR ME!!!
NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!"
6:01 I'm not eating *that*. Guess I'll have to lick myself
for an hour...
7:00 "Are you trying to play the piano, Edd? Huh? Huh? Are ya??
How about if I walk on the keys? Can I get on your
shoulder? How about if I scream at squirrels?? Can you
get me something to eat?? LOOK!! The gold thing on your
front paw makes a light on the wall. I'LL KILL IT!!!
Where'd it go?? There it is, on the bookstand. I'll
just jump up and..." *CRASH* "...excuse me, I have to
go lick myself for an hour. I meant to do that."
9:00 Turn the channel or I'll continue to wag my tail in front
of this thing. Put on "Nature".
9:01 "Hey! LEAVE PBS on. Do you think I was asleep? I was just
resting my eyes and practicing the for the slow-blink
competition. It's warm on here, nice place for a bath..."
9:20 "Clean up that hairball and get me some milk."
11:00 "Well finally, he's gone!! Now I can see if I'm still
that fastest beastie in the house! A few warm up laps
around the living room and the main event...
With a full LeMans start out of the litter box, Major
Aja quickly reaches full speed down the hall and into
the kitchen. WATCH OUT FOR THE LINOLEUM!! With sparks
flying I fishtail around the bar-stool and up over the
kitchen table! 1 leap and I'm on the window sill! From
here it's on to the couch and across the living room!!
Over the speaker, up the divider (*CRASH*) abort!!
Abort!!! Get out before the cat police come!!! Back
down the hall. SCRREEEEECH!!! (I must very slowly tip
toe past the sleeping room so he'll never guess it was
me. Is he asleep? Lemme jump up on the bed and look.
I must get *real* close and look at his eyes. Sometimes
I have to touch his nose...
All clear!!! Back to the litter box.
12:00 I'll bet there's treasure buried in here. I'll just dig
until I uncover a couple dubloons.
1:00 Hmmm, I've spent an hour scratching and NO dubloons!!!
I'll get all the red things and put them on the sleeping
surface.
2:00 {yawn} Well Edd, the house is safe. You can sleep easy.
Hey you {yawn) you don't mind if I take a bath right here
at the end of the bed do you?? Would you get me something
to eat?? {yawn}. ACK!!! A moth at the window!!!!
3:30 Push over, ya big oaf, gimme some room. You've got that
whole side!!
5:30 The loud thing makes him go to the room with the water...
:^)
Edd
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| 1285.4 | G - R - E - A - T !!! | HELCAT::MASON | Explaining is not understanding | Wed Apr 20 1988 15:06 | 1 |
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| 1285.5 | GET UP NOOOOW........ | FRICK::HORNE | | Wed Apr 20 1988 16:20 | 4 |
| Mine have the same thinking cap as re:3 except their twins.
We're talking double trouble.
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| 1285.6 | Great Story!!!!!! | DELNI::SCHWINDT | | Thu Apr 21 1988 11:12 | 8 |
| Hey Edd...... That was the best laugh I've had in a long time!!!!
Great analogy! I'm sure Little Whicket and Dazdee could relate
to that!!!!!!!!!
Katie
{figure eights under the feet..... heh heh heh - I love it!}
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| 1285.11 | the name was changed to protect the guilty | VAXWRK::SKALTSIS | Deb | Thu Apr 21 1988 13:49 | 6 |
| Edd,
C.L.Panther thanks you for protecting his identity by not using
his name.
Deb
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| 1285.12 | over the boulder | VLS5::ALEXANDER | | Thu Apr 21 1988 13:52 | 13 |
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The "outside" part of Yaddie's morning routine is interesting....
She walks out onto the deck once I open the slider, trails accross
the side yard and down into the drainage ditch,,,back up the other
side of the ditch into the field. She heads straight for the "high
chapperal" ( apple orchard that climbs from our side yard ) on her
way she encounters a big boulder, hops up onto it and off the other
side ( nothin gets in her path )...Every single morning its up onto
the boulder and over it...not around it. Some mornings she takes
a look 'round before jumping off the rock.... it's cute.
nancy
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| 1285.13 | I.C.B.K. | CIVIC::JOHNSTON | I _earned_ that touch of grey! | Thu Apr 21 1988 14:54 | 28 |
| The coffee-bean grinder launches an Inter-Continental Ballistic
Kitten into my bed every morning. From the target's perspective
[mine] is goes something like:
'..bzzzzzzzzz' [high whiny grinding noise]
'THUMP,THUMP,THUMP,THUMP...' [cat-like tread on the stairs]
'whshhhhh' [slide on the comforter]
IMPACT!!!! [I'm not kidding; yesterday's impact is today's
bruised thigh]
This is my cue to go take a shower so that Milo can dry the tub
with his little grey body when I'm through and thus start the day
clean and beautiful.
Then Maggie arrives to supervise putting on my clothes and make-up.
This being done she can now go discuss breakfast with Rick while
I have my coffee.
If I'm too long in the shower, both Maggie and Milo crawl up on
the shelf and wait none too patiently.
Annie
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| 1285.14 | wish it were otherwise | MARKER::KALLIS | loose ships slip slips. | Thu Apr 21 1988 15:25 | 11 |
| Re .10 (Karen):
>I think we ought to make a collection of the funniest notes in
>this notes file and send them to a magazine to get published.
I sincerely hate to rain on anybody's parade, but that's against
corporate policy.
Sorry.
Steve Kallis, Jr.
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| 1285.15 | | SWAT::COCHRANE | Send lawyers, guns and money. | Thu Apr 21 1988 17:39 | 36 |
| Niniane's doesn't have a routine, she has a rut!!!
6:00 AM Ian gets up and goes downstairs, lets cats up from
basement.
6:00:01 Niniane comes trotting upstairs, purring (you can hear
this purring out in the hallway) and jumps onto the
bed with me.
This kitten usually spends the remainder of the day
far too busy to spend time with Mom, however, in the
morning I couldn't get rid of her if I try. It's purr
purr purr like a freight train, walk over Mom's face,
purr purr purr, knead Mom's face, purr purr purr, crawl
under the covers, crawl over Mom, crawl back out, crawl
over Mom, you get the picture. I get adored in the morning.
6:05 Charm comes upstairs, sits in the open bedroom window and
meows like we're killing her for five minutes or so. Charm
is a recently converted indoor/outdoor kitty, who doesn't
remember she liked being outside except at 6:05 in the
morning.
6:30 I get up to take a shower. Niniane follows me into the
bathroom, jumps up on the hamper and settles down to wait
for me to finish. When I'm done, she inspects the shower
and licks up any excess water. I let her out, and she's
basically through with me for the day.
As long as I feed Charm, she could care less about me in
the morning. When I get home, however, I have to pick
her up, put her on my shoulder like a baby, walk her around
the kitchen and sing to her. She purrs and purrs while
I'm making a fool out of myself wandering around the kitchen
like a nomad singing, "charmy, charmy, charmy, charmy..."
It makes her happy anyway.
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| 1285.16 | Billie's routines | MEMV04::BULLOCK | Flamenco--NOT flamingo!! | Fri Apr 22 1988 14:22 | 45 |
| ...I loved the "digging for doubloons"--isn't that the truth! (I
will NEVER understand why, when they just leave a little wet spot
in the box they have to DIGDIGDIGDIGDIGDIGDIGDIGDIG to China; when
they leave *the other*, they just nonchalantly stroll out of the
box..)
THE MORNING ROUTINE:
Billie up on my pillow, purring and rubbing--"Get uuuuuuuuuuuuup!"
I walk into the bathroom, where she comes sashaying in for me to
tell her what a beautiful girl she is...
Then we go get breakfast for her--while she weaves herself between
my feet. Then I have to pat her somemore while she settled in for
a really serious breakfast.
When she's done, she gets me to play "catch me-catch me" with her,
which ends with a massive "picking" session on her specially-designed
scratching post. THEN she's ready to lay down in the sun for a
bath and a long nap.
THE EVENING ROUTINE:
Billie greets me at the door with a HUGE yawn (don't get TOO excited
to see me), and then wants to be picked up and held like a baby
on her back. She puts up all four feet and grins at me while I
tell her how pretty she is, etc., etc., etc. Then I put her down,
and the race is on! We race in and out of all rooms in the house;
we have a major picking session, and then she waits at the end of
the hallway for me to throw all her toys down to her. (I love this--
she sits there, watching them all roll by like, "nope, nope, nope--not
that one, nope-nope; not THAT one"..I think she thinks this is
all for MY benefit!)
Then, toward the end of the evening, she settles in by the sliding
glass door for her nightly round of "C.P" (Cat Patrol). This is
to check that *no* outside kitties come sit on her back porch--the
few times that this has happened, she goes into her War Cry.
Anyhow, it's a tough life, all in all..
Jane
:-)
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