This morning the door bell rang at 9am. I ran downstairs to open the door and right in front of the door, there was a little pile of cat bile mixed together with a bunch of macerated palm tree. Barfzinho!
I opened the door to let the builder in. He had arrived with a bunch of contractors in tow to fix a myriad of little things after our 30-day walk through. I had to tell them to be mindful of the puddle of cat barf. Then I ran off to find some paper towels and cleaning supplies.
I was able to remove the barf and chewed up palm leaves, but the grout is stained and will need to be scrubbed or bleached. Not a big deal. The really problem is the palm. Mak removed two of the leaves and his bite marks are all over the tree. It’s a disaster.
I honestly don’t know what to do. I’ve sprayed him water when we gets close to the palm. I’ve tried to scare him away. But no dice. Such is the seductiveness of the delicious Kentia Palm.
You’d think there would be some cause an effect Pavlovian response between eating the palm and then subsequently barfing. But there’s doubt whether Makkie’s walnut sized brain is able to understand the relationship between the two events.
He clearly understands the relationship between an army contractors and his fear. As soon as they arrived, the poor guy fled for the only safe place he knows: under the covers in bedroom. That should teach him not to eat the fucking palm tree.
New pet tags for Makkie. Used this font. Tried to find one that looks like a hand written Sharpie. Not bad.
After we moved the major furniture, the next task was to move the cat. Lucky for me, the drive last less than 15 minutes because Mak was freaking out the whole way. Here he is entering the new house for the first time:
It took some time to get comfortable with the new digs, but after a while, he found his happy place:
It’s all fun and games until the zoologoist loses a limb.
I can’t believe it, but it’s been six months since Fil disappeared. Our house and our lives just haven’t been the same without her. We really miss her.
I’m not sure what I was thinking. Perhaps I wasn’t. But in my sun-stroked, wind-blasted, sleep-deprived state, I decided to adopt a new cat. In Chico. This is how it went down.
Raquel and I had gone up to the Chico so that I could ride the Wildflower. In our travels around town, we went to Sports LTD to pick up a few things. They were having a cycling sale for the Wildflower.
Calmly sitting just inside the entrance was a black and white cat. Typically, I went over and start playing with him. He was very sweet. He had fantastic markings and was silky soft. Obviously well taken care. I played with him for a few minutes, then we went about our business.
When we were paying, we started talking to the girl at the check out counter about the cat, Harry, about 2 years old. Turns out they were looking for a nice home for him. Interesting.
That night at dinner, we chatted about Harry and the possibility of adopting him. We both thought Makkie was a little lonely since FIl took off. Harry was a cute cat. He was bigger than Mak so he wouldn’t be intimidated by him. We decided that we’d go back to the store after the ride and if Harry was neutered and if Harry had his shots and if Harry was litter box trained and if Harry had lived among other cats, we’d adopt him.
So after the ride on Sunday, we headed back to the store. We talked to the manager and Harry checked out on all counts. We decided to adopt him. I was thrilled. Harry, less so.
We had a tough time getting Harry in the car. He didn’t want to leave. Actually the first time wasn’t a problem, but he managed to escape and bolt back into the store. We tried three more times before we had him secured in the Subaru but not before he scratched me and Raquel.
We had sent one of the salesgirls over to Safeway to pick up some treats, but even that didn’t seem to endear him to us. Harry had lived most of his 2 years in the store and we were taking him away from his comfort zone, from the only place called home. We should have listened to him.
Continue reading The Trouble With Harry or When Harry Met Makkie …
When I heard about Red Moon Custom Pet Food, I knew I wanted to make some for Makkie. Custom designed pet food? Delivered to your house? How cool is that?
Here’s the company line:
It doesn’t get any better than this, guaranteed
At RedMoon, we’ve blended the best of science and natural pet nutrition to offer you a complete and balanced pet food that considers your animal companion as a whole. Our base formulas were developed to satisfy all of your pet’s nutritional requirements, while our extensive range of supplements help you tailor your pet’s food to their specific needs. All of our products are grain, gluten, soy, rice, wheat and corn free , and they’re also backed by our 110% satisfaction guarantee.
It’s essentially a product configurator. You’ve got several options for cat food (they offer dog food too), including base formula (salmon or poultry), energy level, and whole bunch of supplements. The website is very intuitive and easy to use. It was simple to design my creation.
I whipped up a version for Makelani that starts with the salmon base, has weight management and includes the Limber Leap Joint Renewal and Kidney & Urinary Health Booster. I dubbed this concoction “Makkielicious”. Red Moon even printed it on the bag, which you can see in the picture above. I was a little disappointed that there weren’t more options, only two base formulas and only one kibble shape for example, but still an amazing thing.
The food is a little on the expensive side. I bought the 2.5 pound “trial” bag for 9 bucks. The 27 pound size is 81 bucks. That includes shipping, but by comparison, I normally pay about 35 for a 27 lb bag of Natural Choice. Suffice it to say that Makkie is not going to be dining on Red Moon every night. However, he loves the taste and as a treat, it’s more than economical. It’s downright cheap. So I’ll keep buying bags of Makkielicious as long as Red Moon stays in business.
Shot at 100 fps for a Pedigre dog food ad:
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