Myra The Cat

Some summer pictures

2005-08-26T15:41:00.000-07:00

This is Lucy at a fountain, at a local outdoor shopping mall (in July). She loved feeling the cold water on her feet.

Lucy at a play date last week. She really likes to share, but she is also very thoughtful when playing with toys by herself, like with that green bucket.

On vacation.

2005-06-06T22:15:00.000-07:00

Sorry there folks, I've been on vacation. A special cat vacation. Mostly I've been sleeping and eating and staring out the window. And peeing on the carpet and hacking up hairballs. Okay, so it's not really a vacation, but I'd better not get any guff about it. I've been busy monitoring -- taking care of things if you will.

Lucy is getting so big and I'm not sure what to think about this. She seems to be able to move more easily and, although this does concern me, it's not as much of an issue as the screaming. Something about me makes her shriek. She is, most certainly, excited about me coming into view, but, Dear Lord of All Cats, it is loud. Even in the basement, where I hide in my catbox spewing my litter out in anger, I can hear it. Anyway, I get her back by meowing and pawing at her door and waking her up and then HAH! everyone is awake. And I'm hungry, I don't care that it's 3:30 a.m.

So, what else? Oh, the flinging of food from the highchair. If you happen to visit, just stay clear. Usually there's enough warning, like the aforementioned screaming, and maybe some grunting too. And crying. But, overall, Lucy is great. I love to sit in the doorway and watch her play with her basketball. And sometimes I tell her stories and she laughs at me. She has learned to touch me gently and my owners are good about making sure she's nice to me, which I appreciate.

Wow, this has really worn me out. I think I need a drink. There will be more updates soon, and pictures. I know Sara has taken so many damn pictures of me (with the flash, what the hell was she thinking?) there should be a shot of me up soon.

Love, Myra

2005-05-23T21:48:00.000-07:00

Our birthday girl.

Too...much...sugar! (With mom and dad.)

Lucy vocalizing. Heh!!

2005-04-26T23:00:00.000-07:00

Myra watching the rain.

Lucy loves her basketball.

"See what my life has become? I can't even get to my catbox with this crap blocking the door!"

We think this is a good sign! (Especially since she didn't try to eat the Powell's newsletter.)

The Co-Sleeping Cat

2005-04-26T22:36:00.000-07:00

Last night we got our sweet baby to sleep in her own crib. This is nothing new -- she has been spending the first part of the night in her own room for months now and comes in sometime in the night. Right now this is working out for everyone, but we'll probably move her toward sleeping in her own bed all night pretty soon. Even though we have a small-ish bed, I really enjoy seeing her smile when I wake and since she still likes to nurse once or twice in the night, having her right there makes it much easier.
[Feel free to comment away on this practice, but I'm one to think "everyone has their own way but this is what works for us. Or maybe there isn't anyone reading this who would comment, but I though I'd just put that out there.]
So anyway, I was just going to sink down under the covers when our very own Myra decided it would so very nice to co-sleep. She got right in between us and even though I pulled on the covers, she wouldn't budge. And even though she is (finally!) not as heavy as Lucy, she spreads out much more and is just not as cuddly. And there's the shedding. And the teeth which bite at me playfully when I am trying to adjust myself.
I had to laugh at our first "baby" there in what is sometimes Lucy's spot on the bed. Our sweet Myra, trying to move up in the ranks, or at the very least leave some of her scent to say, "I was here first."

2005-04-09T22:33:00.000-07:00

This is Lucy's Best Friend, Thomas. Be one with him!

Lucy was a wee bit overwhelmed at the birthday party. See her cute pink cheeks?

Harder than I thought...

2005-04-08T20:44:00.000-07:00

So it's harder to translate Myra's thoughts about life than I thought. I mean, I know she's trying to tell me something when she lies under the quilt at night or when she's racing from window to window or when I open the closet door and she races to the basement in fear I will pull out the evil-incarnate, a.k.a. the Ironing Board.

Whew.

But anyway, sometimes all I hear is "meow", so I'm going to write this post in the voice of... well...me.

Actually there is something from the Myra news file. Last night we were all lying on Lucy's floor during a difficult bedtime. We thought that maybe she would relax if we fell asleep with her. (We were trying anything at this point, almost 2 hours after we had started "bedtime".) But she continued crying. Myra was also there, napping by our heads. The next thing we knew, she was swiping at Lucy's head (with her declawed paw) and looking quite aggressive. I guess the decibel level was too much for her ears, but needless to say, she was chased out of the room. Jeff gave her quite a dousing with the spray bottle and hopefully she knows it was wrong. We did give Myra a talking to when she came back up and wanted to sleep at the foot of our bed. Her behavior was disconcerting because she'll act concerned about Lucy's emotions, but never aggressive. In the past if Lucy's noise was unbearable, she would just leave the room.

Maybe Myra will give her side of the story in a future post.

Lu has a couple more teeth on the way and is quite sensitive in general, but (at this point) it only adds to her sweetness. As I am learning from my time with her, it could (and probably will) shift into something new next week. This may sound obvious, but knowing it and living it are two different things altogether.

As usual, we are trying to get a lot of stuff done in a very short weekend... and we are preparing for a family visit later this month. I'm working on my grad school application and wondering when I will finally get rid of the clothes/books/papers/crap that I haven't worn/read/thought about/? in 3+ years. I tend to worry about everything at once, so I'm attempting a "master list" so I can tackle one thing at a time. Doesn't everyone have some form of this going on at one time or another?

To those who have made it this far.. I'll post some cute pictures soon, as I know that's why some of my 3 readers come here anyway! Ha!

2005-04-04T20:39:00.000-07:00

My Favorite Chair.

2005-03-30T20:17:00.000-08:00

Can you see the pounds melting off?

Lucy with Jeff on a warm day.

Happy.

Watching over Lucy.

2005-03-29T11:06:00.000-08:00

So they may think I don't pay attention, but I do.
Lucy likes it when I lay by the rocking chair as she falls asleep. They think I won't leave before the door is closed for the night, but do I really want to be closed in there all night? Duh.
Lucy also likes it when I dance with the orange feather toy. What a laugh she has. I really wish, though, that They would attend to her the moment she cries. Why the delay? I mean, don't they know it hurts my ears?
Pictures to follow. Thanks for reading.
Love, Myra
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I suppose since Frecklegirl posted our link on her site, I should get to it. I remember thinking that it would be "easy" to write here, about Lucy and Myra. But alas, it is not! As soon as she goes to bed, I am prone to cleaning the refrigerator and recycling old junk mail.
Lucy update: she likes to ride in her grandparents' RV. And I'm just glad Downtown Portland can't see my as we fly up West Burnside in an RV. How decidedly 'un-hip', right? But I think I left hip awhile ago!
Lucy is growing so much -- playing more games and saying "mama" and "kitty cat" at almost 11 months! The kid can't crawl, but she can talk, for god's sake.
More soon -- thanks for visiting -- any advice or comments will be considered!
Fondly, S

2005-03-10T21:49:00.000-08:00

See what I have to put up with?

Myra's-eye view.

Lazy

2005-03-10T20:59:00.000-08:00

Wow. I've really been lazy lately -- thinking about writing, but enjoying the sunny windows far too much. Did you hear about the cat who shot his owner? What a dummy to leave his gun on the counter. They just think we won't get them back for putting us on a diet!

Speaking of which, I'm still on my diet, but that's okay. I'm a bit concerned, though, about my weight loss. Can a cat get plastic surjury? My Cheap owners probably wouldn't shell out the cash for that, though, considering I haven't had my teeth cleaned yet. And what the hell am I going to do with my new figure anyway, stuck inside all day?

So what's going on here? Well, Lucy is growing fast -- she's still got those 6 teeth and she seems to talk to me. We have an understanding. It seems that she might start moving around soon and she already likes to touch my tail. Should I be nervous?

Jeff and Sara have been feeding me dinner late, as of late, something I do not prefer. I like that crap ON TIME, don't they know this yet? Maybe I should remind them by jumping into the window blinds at 2 a.m. or forcing myself to vomit on the carpet. Or maybe I should just take a nap.

Sara's parents come once a week and they take good care of me. I like Her especially because she gives me a nice brushing. And she gives me treats sometimes.

I like to think about the clouds and the trees and the birds. They are so clear this time of year, especially without the rain. The flowers are blooming early and strange bugs are migrating inside the house. I know I'm supposed to do something with them, but instead I just watch them scurry under the cabinets.

Now -- to sleep.

2005-02-24T22:20:00.000-08:00

Playing in her room.

Happy in her owl bib.

Diets

2005-02-24T22:08:00.000-08:00

So a couple of us are on a diet. I knew I was in trouble when Jeff brought home that different, orange bag. This crunchy crap is even drier than the last and it's... God, I can hardly bring myself to say it... LIGHT food for "older felines".

I have to take a nap.
Okay, I'm back.

Lucy has had an ear infection and was quite ill last week. Everyone seems to be doing better now, but Sara is also on a new diet -- no dairy. HAHAHA!, I say to that. Now you know how I feel, right? Anyway, the naturopath says no dairy will be better for Lucy's ears.

I wonder if I could get a vet to tell them I need fresh fish 3 times a day? I'll have to think about that.

Lucy's got so many teeth now, I'm afraid she's going to try to bite me! I'll have to get a picture of that when she's smiling. She also likes to play the guitar with Jeff and that's okay with me as long as Sara doesn't whistle. That really bothers me and I have to come and rub on them until the whistling stops. Why do they insist on doing that?

Well, it is getting late and the purple chair awaits. It has been a big day -- the neighbor is painting the house green, the daffodils are coming up (they are confused by the warm weather) and there are new little birds to watch from the window. Sigh.

2005-02-17T21:28:00.000-08:00

Happy Lucy.

Raspberries.

2005-02-17T21:21:00.000-08:00

Lucy waving at Sara.

2005-02-17T20:37:00.000-08:00

Sleeping with Grandpa

Lucy

2005-02-14T20:46:00.000-08:00

So hello there, whoever you are. Thanks for visiting.
Wow! Sara and Jeff sure take a lot of pictures of Lucy -- and not so many of me. But they let me sleep wherever I like, so I'll forgive them for now.
Where was I? Oh yes, I'm updating you about my 'sister' Lucy.
Apparently, she is going to be 9 months old tomorrow. I'm not sure exactly where Lucy came from, but I do know that for a time, I couldn't sit on Sara's stomach and then they were both gone. When they came back in the car, they brought Lucy inside with them. I wasn't sure if she was staying, but here she is!
I like her just fine, especially when she's quiet. Sometimes she cries and I try to help S&J and they ignore me. Whatever. She pets me softly and has only pulled my tail once. (I can't say that Jeff is always that gentle, though, especially when I am asking him Nicely for my Morning Feeding. What? I like to eat at 4 a.m.. You have a problem with that?)
This is Quite Taxing. I think I need a nap. Or maybe a bite to eat. No, a nap. But I'll finish this up first.
So Lucy has some teeth now. And she likes to throw plastic objects off of her highchair. She loves me and I love her. I wonder when she'll start moving? I've seen some other small people and they haven't been nearly so gentle, so that is of some concern to me.
Well, thanks for stopping by --
Yours very truly,
Myra

2005-02-14T20:30:00.000-08:00

Here's a picture of my owners, Sara and Jeff. They are good to me, most of the time. And since I can't type, they type for me.

2005-02-14T20:25:00.000-08:00

Are those GEESE? I wonder how fast I would have to go to catch one... What a lucky (sleepy) girl, to be so close!

2005-02-14T20:22:00.000-08:00

Here she is again. And there's Misty in the background.

2005-02-14T20:21:00.000-08:00

Isn't she sweet?

2005-02-14T20:20:00.001-08:00

She has teeth now...

2005-02-14T20:20:00.000-08:00

Now I'm going to show you pictures of my sister, Lucy. She is going to be 9 months old tomorrow!

2005-02-14T19:51:00.000-08:00

And this is another friend of mine, Dusty. See that cat bed? I hated it so They gave it to her. It wasn't big enough, okay? Don't ask me any more questions.

2005-02-14T19:46:00.000-08:00

This is one of my friends, Misty. We've never met, but my owners frequently bring home her scent.

2005-02-14T19:44:00.000-08:00

This is me, Myra. I love to look at birds and such.

Hungry Like The Cat

2005-01-27T21:27:00.000-08:00

Well, tonight they came home late smelling like Turkey Burgers, bacon, and filbert milkshakes from Burgerville. From their conversation, and the faint hint of Viva Pine incense on their coats, it sounds like they were at a meeting involving Zen Community of Oregon. Great! More Zen means less cat.

Lucy seems to be sleeping a bit more thanks to my hypernap vibe that I spread through the house.

Oh wait, now she's up again -- and she'll probably be taking my spot on the bed.
Who is this chick, anyway? At least she doesn't pull my tail..yet..

Well, now. Hmmm.

2005-01-24T21:48:00.000-08:00

You need to understand my suffering. The man of the house, he goes by sundry nicknames but the little one calls him "guh", is scheduled to feed me every morning when his black box says, "this is NPR." Sometimes, though, a cat gets impatient. You would have loved watching him stumble around this morning at 4:54 AM. Poor guy. I want my beef liver when I want it.

Lucy, that's the smallest human, has also started screaming at me. She likes to watch me lick my back and she urges me on with high-pitched accolades that would make a dog go schizo. Seriously!

The guy also took out the trash this morning instead of meditating or scribbling in his dumb book. Usually, that means we get to watch a grumpy evening. Since that bores the kitten out of me, I just decided to nap the night away. My new favorite chair is the antique brown deal with a faded orange cushion. Purr!

Yawn.

2005-01-20T23:00:00.000-08:00

So I've been thinking about blogging. You may not know it, but animals have their own form of this type of communication. My owner (as listed) has been putting off her own blog and it was just getting so boring waiting around.
My picture will be up soon. Ugh. Computers. Whaddaya do about how they work, or don't work, in this case.
Send me your questions, or comments. I will reply. Sometimes, I will post stories about the humans around me, namely the small one who has appeared of late, Lucy.
For now -- to the orange ottoman for some sleep.
Why am I always so tired?