The best weather of the year has finally arrived. The coolness of the autumn is in the air, along with the grey-washed skies that mark this time of year. The odious summer has left, and I can wear my turtlenecks and sweaters. Dolly can now resume her perch at my A/C free sill, and I can open up my window to let the freshness of the air inside. I miss the brilliant white winter, but still find myself wishing that this weather would last forever.
Posts tagged with "Dolly"
The Lion Sleeps Tonight
Dolores is now comfortable enough with me to completely fall asleep in my stomach. Not just any “closed-eyes-but-startled-at-any-slight-sound” asleep but “completely-twisting-over-belly-up-loss-of-all-senses” passing out. I find it interesting that she still has the ability to purr the entire time she’s on my stomach, but has no reflexes at all. I can touch the pads of her back paws or poke her belly and there’ll be no reaction. I can put her favourite treat in front of her nose, and she won’t even look at it. My theory is that purring is a very subconscious activity that cats may not be able to control.
The Cat Gets Fatter
I bought Dolores another toy, consisting of a sisal cylinder with a spring-loaded, bell-attached fuzzy ball. The cylinder doubles as a container for catnip, and for only a couple dollars, was a decent find. I also bought a small bag of wet cat food in gravy as a treat. After smelling this gourmet food, I’m now determined that all cat food has the same unique “cat food smell”, the way garbage has the universal “garbage smell”, whether someone throws out the last bites of his filet mignon or the moldy remains of her KD.
As Trolley has most aptly noticed, Dolly is now developing a gut, and her once lithe figure is accompanied by a soft belly of sorts. As can be seen in these before and after photos, the gut protrudes most distinctly from the neutral sitting position, and now covers up the hind legs.
The Fly Vacuum
I have a fly vacuum named Dolores.
For some reason, flies have been coming into the apartment through some magical plecopteran gateway, the location of which I haven’t been able to determine yet. Since Dolly is an indoor cat, the flies have been the only live thing that she’s even pounced on, aside from my toes under the covers.
She’s quite an efficient fly hunter, able to swat one without much trouble, although she consistently lets them get away when she takes an inspection under her paw by lifting it up. Once she actually catches one and is able to get her tongue on it, she’ll gobble it happily, and then look as if she hadn’t eaten her playmate. Sometimes the fly will soar to my ceiling, and she’ll meow at me with frustration, never looking away from the buzzing black dot.
Nocturnal Living, Self-Grooming Arches, Tricky Brains
Living as a nocturnal being over the last week has caused me to sleep improperly. I wake up every three hours, drowsy and feeling exhausted, unable to fall back asleep again. This is the first time in my life that I haven’t really cared about my system too much. I only eat two meals a day now and go to bed between four and eight in the morning. It’s all worth it.
I’m thinking of buying Dolly a self-grooming arch because she seems to enjoy rubbing her cheeks against my stiff-needled brush. With the arch I won’t have to hold the brush against a solid surface for her, and she’ll be able to groom her whiskers whenever she wants. I set up a little perch for her at the sun room window so that she can look outside and smell the air. I made a little staircase for her using some milk crates and wicker baskets, but she hasn’t figured out how to use them to get to the highest point yet.
I watched Tricky Brains again yesterday. The only other time that I’ve seen it in my life was when I was too young to remember much about it. I do remember that I really enjoyed it though, and that it was one of the more emotional Steven Chow films. This is Chow at his best and the gags never stop coming.