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There is a rumor going around about our house. Cats really own it. I think the cats started it. They said that they own the house and let us live here. Think Mom knows that? Do you think she know there are cats in the house?
Apparently, Frankie and Kayla are cats – Siamese. No wonder they smell different! They live with us or we live with them. Whatever! I knew there was something different about them. They jump over the gate in the kitchen – we can't do that! They can potty in the house and not get in trouble. Best of all, they get to sit on this – what did Frankie call it – a throne? It is in the living room...he says that it is a great place to survey his domain. Kayla says he may be the King...but she has all the power.
Mom always wanted a blue eyed cat. She had one when she was living back in New York. It was a really small little guy. He 'crossed over' only a few days after she got him. He was sick! Mom says that she knows now never to buy a pet from a pet store...but back then....way, way, w-a-y back in the 1960's....she didn't know. WOW – she must be really old! The little guy didn't even have a name yet. He died in her arms and she cried. She doesn't cry very often....there was the time the grand girls were here and she was laughing so hard she was crying....said she almost pee'd her pants. Bet me she won't get yelled at for doing it in the house! So that is why Mom always wanted another blue eyed cat.
Siamese are pretty darn smart too. She thinks maybe they are too smart sometimes. Like when we are getting ready to travel - the sure sign that we are going for a car ride: Papa and Mom walk back and forth from the house to the garage...about a million times. The cats disappear. It took forever to find Frankie one day....he was hiding in his litter box. I don't see what they have to complain about. They get a nice big crate with a potty box and water. I, on the other hand, get stuffed into a small crate with NO potty box!
They were here way before me. Clarice told me to watch out for Frankie. He is not mean. He just doesn't take to well to licks and humping. Can't say I blame him. Clarice loves to hump him and it just makes his hair stand up! Mom says Clarice wants to show him who the boss is....I think he knows who the boss is...Once in awhile Clarice and Frankie get to staring at each other....he makes this low growling sound...which isn't any worse than the one Clarice starts to make....that's when Mom gets the water bottle! She says they need to cool down a bit. Pretty much most of the time they tolerate each other. They just walk pass each other....and stare. We all wait to see who is going to make the first move! It's usually Mom. Mom says it is a Love-Hate thing they have going.
Josie hasn't learned what a silly slap is...but if she keeps trying to lick Frankie's face....she is going to find out right quick. Mom says he doesn't use his claws – he is just giving out a warning! I remember when I was a little one...I am a big girl now...he would come into the pen with me and sleep in my bed....he didn't let the cavalier pups - Andrea and Billy come near him...he must have liked me...recognized the fact that I was not like the others (see he is intelligent)...I could snuggle up with him. We have an understanding! I think he acts big and tough but he is a pussy cat. Hey, I made a funny! Did you get it? He is a pussy cat!
Kayla is a totally different kind of girl...thinks she is a cavalier. You can do whatever you want to her except put drops in her eye. She needs that sometimes for an allergy. Mom says (Mom always has something to say) you can get it done with three people but it's hard with only two!
I have decided to take the management role with the cats....you know they have claws don't you? I saw Mom cutting them the other day....Mom keeps telling Josie to leave the cats alone.... I think that is very good advice...she obviously hasn't seen the claws!
My name is Gigi. This is my life.
Frankie
Kayla
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( 2.9 / 156 )I made a new friend this weekend. I didn't start out trying to make her my friend, actually, have to say I was not very nice to her at first. Her name is Millie. She belongs to Rob – that is Mom's oldest son. Millie came from a place called the ASPCA. It is a very special place that takes care of animals that are lost or not wanted anymore. Mom says it is hard to go there... there are so many sad eyes that watch you. She also said if I don't start eating like I should – I could go for a one-way visit! She's just kidding! I'm pretty sure she is – I think!
A long time ago, Rob had a little dog named Shasta. I never met her. Mom said she “crossed over” before I was even a whisper.
Crossing Over is what happens to everybody sooner or later. Mom says that it is not a bad thing....just a sad thing for the ones left behind. She believes that when she crosses over – yea humans have to do it too - there will be lots of family waiting for her and dogs too...even a white cat named Princess. It will be a happy reunion. Well Mom can cross over if she wants...but Papa is staying right here with me!
Now Millie came into Rob's life to help fill the empty spot that Shasta left. Mom is not going to like me to say this...but Millie is a funny little thing. It was no wonder I wasn't nice to her...she has funny ears and a tail that sticks straight up in the air. She walks funny too! Plus, she is all black, I can hardly see her eyes! How can I tell if she is looking at me?
Mom says that Millie has scars. You can't see them but something happen to poor Millie when she was a little pup. I should be nice to her or I will get scars! She, that's Millie not my Mom, stays near her boy all the time and when he is out of her sight she cries. I think we scared her pretty good when she first came into our house. I was the loudest in telling her she was a stranger. Then Mom reminded me how I felt at Auntie Marilyn's house. I didn't mean to scare her. OK, so I did throw my head back and let the barking rip! Mom says I could throw my head back like that – without the barking – in the show ring...she would be very happy!
The rules were laid down....I am to be nice to her. Get to know her. Oh boy, do you know what that means? I have to go sniff her butt! Seems to be the way to welcome a new guy around here....all the cavs have taken their turn – personally – I think it is a disgusting way to say hello!
Turns out Millie is OK. She never barks and she really loves her boy. I did get to see her eyes. They are a pretty, warm brown. She is pretty too even if she doesn't look like me or for that matter a cavalier. Mom says we all can be different and still be beautiful. Beauty comes from inside. Well, I see what comes out of the inside of me and it is not much better from the cavs...I think she needs to rethink where beauty comes from!
The weekend ended. Millie went home with her boy. I thought about what Mom said about the one-way trip to the ASPCA...so I ate some dinner...on my own!
My name is Gigi. This is my life.
I SWEAR I DID NOT PUSH HER DOWN!
YES, I UNDERSTAND THE RULES.
TELL THEM WE ARE FRIENDS NOW WILL YA!
I'M NOT ACTING! I REALLY LIKE YOUR LITTLE GIRL. NO HONEST!
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( 3 / 31 )Feeding time at our house works like a well oiled machine, as long as you let Mom have her coffee first and don't rush her. Actually she is pretty fast – she can put together 6 dishes – plus the cat meals – in record time.
If you really want to play with her head...move one of the bowls that she has laid out, in a specific order, same way every morning. If you move one...she gets all confused. Then we never know what vitamins we are getting. Who wants Charlie's old man stuff!
Papa says meal time is like a chemistry lesson around here. A ½ teaspoon of this and a pinch of that. As long as you don't stop Mom in the middle of it all...her hands know exactly how to do it. We all get some salmon oil – which by the way stinks, a multivitamin and some white stuff to make us poo good.
These cavaliers are so easy. You could put anything in their bowl and they love it....not me! I am a gourmet eater. Mom says I am a pain in the butt eater....all in your view point.
Do you remember me telling you about my visit to Auntie Marilyn's house? Do you remember me telling you I was going to get back at mom? Pay back is a - oops mom says this is a G rated Blog!
Mom likes to see us eat...she says if we are eating and pooping good – all is right in the household. Can you believe she has names for different kinds of poo. You are going to love this:
1. the cigar – we are good
2. a soft cigar – we are still OK
3. oatmeal – we are not doing OK
4. soft serve – this is bad
5. the squirts – that is very bad
Papa gives her a Poo Report....how sick it that! She says only other dog people would understand that she is not a pervert...just a dogie mom. Ask her about 'poosicles' some day.
Back to eating or not as the case may be....I decided when we got back from the shows that mom needed to learn a lesson. So I would not eat! At first it was just going to last a day or so....but I realized just how much I could work this woman. I am having a ball....and watching her face when I do something like....Ok, Ok listen to this:
She was trying to feed me kibble. I knew she had a few different kinds of them in her hand...I can smell the difference. She had me on the grooming table trying to 'trick' me into thinking they were cookies! I turned my nose up at one flavor but ate the another one – puppy kibble I think from the smell. I gave her the false hope that I was going to eat the puppy kibble...so she calls for Papa to come with more...yes, of course I turned my nose at it. You saw that coming right?
“Let's try more flavors”. Mom has got a store in the dogie cabinet. There are more brands and flavors of kibble – trying to please me. Papa – poor guy – had to go back and forth until there was a smorgasbord out in front of me! By the time I was finished fooling with their heads...I had 5 different flavors in front of me....so I went back to the first one....ate a little. Don't tell mom, I actually like them all but you would not believe the hoops I can get my Mom to jump through. I sampled one from each pile....mom just look helpless at Papa. I got her good! Now where is my scrambled egg woman!
She cooks for me. Oh yes you heard right...she cooks more for me than she does for Papa! I have eaten a sweet potato, with chicken. Some really good cottage cheese with veggies. The only way I will eat kibble is one nugget at a time – and – only if she hand feeds it to me.
Can't wait to see what she has prepared for my taste buds tomorrow.
My name is Gigi. This is my life.
P.S. Don't believe everything Clarice says. She's really a softy at heart.
COULD YOU JUST MOVE THE PLATE A LITTLE CLOSER
MOVE THAT PIECE JUST A TAD CLOSER TO ME - THERE!
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( 2.9 / 139 )Hi out there in computer land! It's me Clarice. Gigi is upstairs with Papa...Mom has reached the end of her ropes with her. She fed us all and when it came to Gigi she was stumped as what to feed her. She set out two bowls for her to taste test....Well little girl....I think you made a mistake by turning your nose up at both of them. Mom is going to make you the same stuff we get...which is pretty good to begin with....and if you don't eat....you go hungry. There is only so much even a great Mom can take!
And see...Mom took me to Las Vegas with her...Nobody else....just me! Any comments on that Gigi?
I learned several things on the trip. Mom really loves me because she chose me to go with her. She trusts me to protect her. She wasn't afraid to go to sleep – she knew I was there to warn her of anything bad.
I got to ride shotgun so she talked to me lots.
This is the first time I have traveled out of a crate. She did put me in some kind of contraption – a car-seat belt made for dogs. Of course, I growled at her while she was putting it on but I think she doesn't take my growling seriously anymore. I didn't get car-sick either. That was nice!
In Vegas I had the whole yard to myself. The whole house and all the toys were mine! I had ALL Moms attention...and you know what? I missed the other guys. Barking wasn't any fun. See, I know I am a dog. A very lucky dog...but I know what I am...not like some other 'dogs' around here. I knew Mom was not going to bark along with me. No fun barking alone!
There wasn't any food to try to steal either...I got what I got. I did enjoy the bed...just me and Mom. I think she enjoyed that too.
Heard Mom telling Papa that she thought I was lonely. Don't tell anybody I said this...but I was!
I thought about it while Mom was out doing errands, If I had to chose a friend to come with me next time it would be Josie. Now I just can't believe I said that! Josie is a pain...always licking my face, runs ahead of me to get to the potty spot and smells my butt while I am – let's just say – 'busy'!
Must be mellowing in my old age because as much of a little butt head she is....I enjoy her company. She doesn't even care that I growl at her. Nobody seems to care when I growl anymore...I must be losing my touch with the growling! The other day she had me rolling over playing with her. Those of you who know me....does that sound like me? Even Mom had to look twice to make sure that I wasn't killing her!
Guess it is official – we are buds. Awesome responsibility, I have lots to teach her. The first lesson is that I am the adult...you can only steal food from the others if I am not around! Another important lesson: When Mom says, “Who wants a bath?” - don't volunteer! And remember no matter what any little fur ball says...I am still the boss around here!
Thanks Mom for the trip – you made me feel special!
My name is Clarice. I am THE Redhead.
YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE THIS OFF, RIGHT?
JOSIE MUST HAVE REALLY MISSED ME TOO!
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( 3.1 / 40 )Mom is mad! Yep, it's not often that happens! Guess we can't blame her...the 'we' being Josie and me. Guess we did a little back sliding on where we are suppose to wee and poo.
Now it's not all our fault! She started this little poo war by making us all sleep in the kitchen last night. Even Charlie – Papa's boy couldn't go into the bedroom. Now really! Do you think that is fair!
I guess...that someone...not mentioning any names here...has been sneaking off the bed at night...which really is not hard to do. When Mom and Papa fall asleep – they are down for the count. Only thing that gets Mom up is if she hears one of us crying. She says that she has 'mother ears'. Papa will only get up if Mom shakes him! Well this 'someone' has been peeing on the carpet. From what I understand that is a MAJOR no no! Although I don't see why. If you pee on tile...it can run and get on your foot but if you pee on carpet...it just disappears. Doesn't it make more sense to use the carpet?
Yesterday mom – with Papa pointing them out...cleaned each spot. She had to get on her hands and knees to scrub them with some special stuff. The problem - the spots were still damp when it was bedtime...so we have to sleep in the kitchen....Josie got to sleep in her crate in the bedroom – totally not fair!
Josie started it for sure....Mom was sleeping...in the middle of the bed with enough covers and no dogs to confine her legs. How comfortable can that be!
Anyway, another thing that can wake her up is smelling poo. She has a nose for it apparently. Josie didn't bother to cried to go out...or just maybe Mom's ears failed her. She did take allergy stuff which puts her in 'LA LA' land. Must be a pretty great place because she says it is hard to come back from it. Bottom line...Josie pooped in her crate....and then proceeded to step in it. So at midnight mom is cleaning the crate and washing her feet. She didn't think it was funny but she felt sorry for Josie...this is the first accident she has had in a very long time....and never in her crate. She blames herself...I blame Josie! Cross those little paws baby!
That was the beginning...the end was even better. Mom gets up early but not early enough for me. 'On accident' in the laundry room...maybe it wasn't an accident...maybe it was...well when you have to go....you have to go. I could have cried a little I guess. That is history – not going to beat myself up about it. I didn't cry and I did poo!! Mom found most of it....cleaned it up. She didn't yell but she did say something about now knowing who was sneaking off the bed at night.
You need a bit of background to get the full picture here. When we eat we have to put Clarice in the laundry room. If you don't she will gulp down her food and make her rounds to our bowls – push us out of the way – eat ours. The nerve!
So...here is the really funny part. I said Mom found most of my 'accident' remember? There was a really nice piece on the door mat that she missed. What she would call a 'soft cigar'. Clarice on the other hand didn't miss it with her foot. She stepped in it...then started making some pretty nice footprints all around the laundry room...Mom is trying to get her...she runs out into the kitchen. Mom is beside herself....she has Josie trying to claim up her leg so she can get her food bowl...Mom is trying to keep her from getting into any more of the poo....while trying to get Clarice to stay in one place.
My mom is so funny...right now she says she doesn't feel 'funny'! Plus, she thinks now that maybe it wasn't Miranda having the accidents in the bedroom....since maybe I was the only one that had made a mess! I heard her mumble something about a crate and me. Bet me! That is not going to happen!
Mom leaves for Vegas this morning....Papa is easy. We will all be in bed tonight!
Mom says we have to end here...it is daylight and she needs to head out.
This is my hilarious life. My name is Gigi.
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