Watersports

Had some more fun in the bathtub. I stayed out of it, but left some water running fro Frankie and Benjy to play with. Which they did rather hesitantly. So I raised the excitement level a bit by plugging the bathtub so the water level slowly rose. They tried to run. But somehow they alway managed to - err - jump onto my hand and from there into the water again. Very funny sight, they scrabbling around in the water and getting all their little paws wet. And their bellies a bit. So when they were finally done in the bathtub I stepped in to take a shower, and they stepped out to sit on the toilet and lick themselves dry again.

But it was a good thing they washed their feet, because they left shitty little footprints in the bathroom again. And I had to show Frankie again how to cover his heaps in the litter box with the sand. I don't think he really wants to know, he just keeps trying to get away from the stinky stuff as fast as possible.

On the plus side, I bought an air purifying thingy yesterday. Just a piece of steel that should be left lying half immersed in water and which magically removes all the smell from the air. Sounds stupid, right? I'm not usual the type who buys such scientifically unproven stuff, but, well, I was desperate. So I placed that thing in the bathroom, and guess what? I actually think it works. I didn't smell as bad this morning. Lets wait until they next use the litter box...

Bathing time

Almost had them in the bathtub today. After a whole day outside in the wind and rain today during a safety driving course, l didn't feel to well, so I decided to take a bath.
Frankie and Benjy spent the whole time wallking around the bathtvb edge and dipping their paws into the water, but they actually managed not to fall in. Even though I made the surface wet and slippery...

Did I mention I got my wireless LAN working? I can now surf the web and blog on my Palm in bed. Ain't technology great?

Out of here

Last night Frankie found out that the half-open window could be a way out of my apartment. I took him out to the balcony once, and ever since then he's been buggering me to let him out again. I should have known that before... Anyway yesterday he realized that opening of the tilted window is much bigger higher up that at floor level, so he just climbed up the window frame. Quite an amazing sight, too. Too bad I was to busy ripping him off my window so I couldn't take a picture. We repeated that little play a few times (Frankie: "Meow" - jump - climbclimbclimb --- Me: grab, "NO!", throw), then I got the water spraying bottle and sat next to the window and whenever Frankie would try to climb up the window frame, I'd hit him with a spray of water. After the first time, it didn't even bother him anymore, so I had to resort to closing the window. So no more fresh air for us, we have to live in the stench of the litter box nox.

By the way, my camera went on strike this morning after I switched batteries. The power light blinks once when I try to turn it on and that's all. Don't expect any pictures soon (or come by and take some!).

And I always thought cats don't like water... Doesn't seem to bother him too much, though. Benjy played with running water in the bathtub as well. They are definitely not afraid it seems.

Is that normal cat behaviour? I mean, I know they are bothers and all, and care for each other, but doesn't that go a little bit too far?

Cars are nice...

Freeclimbing TV addict

Frankie is currently trying to climb his way to Hollywood. He obviously knows that a good way to get there is being on TV. Problem is he takes the "being on TV" very literally and I've seen him on top of both my TVs in the last days. Yesterday he found a way to get into my open kitchen rack, crawl behind the TV and then somehow emerge in the small area above it, wondering how get down again.

And today he tried his luck in the living room, first sniffing his way up to my DS9 collection and then taking the leap onto the TV. From there he found out that the next level of my cupboard was only a cats length away and he tried his luck to get up there as well. From you to me, I don't think he's understood the concept of slipperyness of painted wood and glass any more than that of being on TV. I dind't see it happening, I just heard the dull *THUD* when he hit the floor from about one and a half meter height. I guess there are some lessons that have to be learned the hard way...


Frankie goes to Hollywood

Chill!

I've always wondered what they do all day, wehn I'm not home. Now I know: they don't do anything. Eat, sleep, drink, sleep, sleep and then sleep some more. At least today I had some time to share these brainbusting activities with them...


The day is too short to waste it with running...

Still alive

You may have noticed that the posting frequency has gone done a bit. Don't worry, we're still here and alive and well. Well, of course if you listen to Frankie and Benjy they are barely alive at all and I'm the worst can opener in the whole wide world (in which, admittedly, I'm the only can opener, so I incorporate the best AND the worst can opener in one person), because they only get a tiny amount of can food in the morning and otherwise only dry stuff, and it's barely enough to keep them alive. If you listen to me, be told that they've grown quite heavy in the last days, so I cut their rations a bit today. So they yell even more at me when I'm in the kitchen.

If we're not in the kitchen, we are in the living room. And no, not what you think: me at the computer and them trying to jump up to me is not the default setting. We have introduced couch hour in the late afternoon, where I sit or lie on the couch and they snuggle up to me and let themselves be petted. So far I haven't been able to bring a camera and when I get up later to get one, they wake up and start running around again. So no pictures from the 3 Men And A Couch events...

couchkuscheln

Fighting for every inch

The war continues. We literally fight for territory, every inch of my flat is under dispute. Current hot zones are the counters in the kitchen. Ever since they found out how to get up there there's been pawprints all over the counter and they threw down some things (unbreakable ones, lucky me). And I removed the plants from the apartment, so the only place where they can get their little paws dirty is in the litter box. Go figure why I don't want them where I make my meals.

Anyway, Frankie tried to expand catland into my territory again. Went up onto the counter. I went at him, intending to pick him up, yell at him and throw him on the floor ('firf ten purschen tzu poden!', for those who watched Monty Pythons Life Of Brian in German), but he was faster, backed away from me and fell backwards into my open washing machine. Knocked his head on the metal wall quite good too. To complete the lesson, I picked him up by the neck fur, yelled at him and threw him back down on the floor.

Harsh measures, I know, but that was Sunday and since then the counter's been clean.