I’ll Have What He’s Having

Mr. Woo found a delectable something-or-other in the grass and spent a glorious sunny afternoon gnawing on it.  Spring spent a glorious sunny afternoon trying desperately to steal it from him.

It’s kind of nice to know I am not the only person in the house that gets stared at whilst eating.

This morning Donut the cat threw up a goodly portion of her breakfast while trying to dislodge a hairball and at least three of the dogs hovered over her eagerly.  “Are you gonna eat that or what?

I am hoping she also threw up THE DEVIL INSIDE HER.  I just had her spayed last week, finally (<– world’s most accomplished procrastinator) and it turned out she had a closed pyometra that weighed nearly a whole pound all bunged up in her uterus.  She certainly wasn’t acting uncomfortable or anything – I just spayed her because I am on a personal mission to tidy up loose ends in my life in a timely fashion (someone remind me to enter Regionals soon, please).  We were all kind of blown away by the pyometra and the fortuitous timing of my spay-the-cat-on-a-whim decision.

Anyway, you’d think she’d come back happier … lighter if you will, but no.  Instead she came back POSSESSED BY A DEMON that turned my passive, purry, big-eyed-flat-face cat into a dog hunting monster on a mission to eradicate the blight of K9 from the earth.  I have never seen anything scarier (and I’ve known Tempus for almost 12 years!)

She’d be rubbing up against the dogs like her usual self and then suddenly turn on that dog, who would shriek in terror and run – cat in hot pursuit!  All teeth and claws and hissing growling leonine outrage, she pursued Wootie into a crate where he cowered with his head tucked down against his chest, presumably so she could not rip out his jugular.  Denied this victory she then began hovercrafting around the house at warp speed and lit into Spring who screamed like a person and came running to me for sanctuary – she sprang into my arms from the ground.  Donut then turned her missile on Tweed who, bless his old man self, was standing stock still in a state of complete confusion, as his sense of self preservation has evaporated in his twilight years.  His eyes were the size of dinner plates, making them all the easier for Donut TO CLAW THE F*CK OUT, HATED DOG!!

Ain’t nocat gonna throw down on my Tweedles.  As she launched across the kitchen at him, I booted her mid air like a foot ball.  I had to put Spring down to really get my aim right (I wasn’t putting my hand near those claws and teeth, TYVM!!)  so after arcing gracefully through the living room, the damned cat landed in some crazy ninja tuck-and-roll thing that propelled her straight into the ass end of a fleeing Spring.  Donut cornered her in the bedroom and was trying to claw and bite her face off when I grabbed her by the tail and flung her hissing and spitting into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.  I then went and rescued poor Spring who was shaking and crying in a puddle of her own urine and evacuated anal glands in the bedroom, while Donut threw herself against the door like Jack Torrance, growling and grumbling.  HEEEERRRRE’S DONUT!!

I would have happily left TERRIFYING MONSTER CAT in there until she starved to death, but all that adrenaline made me need to pee too, and I wasn’t going to do it on the bedroom floor like poor Springles.  So about 15 minutes later I cautiously opened the bathroom door and Donut was all “prrrrow?  prrrow?” purry like nothing had happened.  #Twilight Zone.

This went on with progressively diminishing degrees of severity for about 4 days, before Donut returned to her old self.  She has not tried to maim anydog for days now, but Spring has PTSD and has to come everywhere in the house with me as she fears encountering CrazyNuts.  The other night in bed she start screeching because Donut hopped up onto the mattress just before lights out.

WTF?  I have owned a lot of cats over the years, and I am drowning in them at all times at work, but I have never seen a cat come home from surgery and go literally insane.  I checked the bill – they did not charge me for possession…maybe there will be an outrageous exorcism fee on her recheck exam?  DAMN SNEAKY VETS!!

Anyway, that’s the most excitement we’ve seen around here in ages.  Mostly we have just been chillaxin’, getting our sun on.

It’s pretty rad to go outside NOT dressed like the Michelin Man against the rain and cold.  Although TWooie is SO FRICKIN’ FAT that he always looks like the Michelin Man.

It does not however stop him from being all googly-eyed crazy when the mood strikes him.

Ender, OTOH, is not fat at all.  I was actually worried he might be a little too thin, mostly because people at work keep saying “OMG, he’s so skinny!”  I thought sighthounds were supposed to be slender.

I said slender not ELONGATED, Addy!

I posed the “is he too skinny” question, along with this photo, on an IG group I frequent on Facebook.

I got a lot of replies.  A LOT of replies.  A lot of opinions on his weight, health, handsomeness etc.  However, the only ubiquitous consensus that came out of the discussion was that “Italian Greyhounds are all different.”

Oh rly?  That seems odd to me … I thought one of the mythologized benefits of The Capital P Purebred Capital D Dog was that you always “know what you are getting.”  This the argument I always see popping up like a cork in any purebred-versus-mixed breed discussion.  I always thought IGs were bred for long legged skinny cuteness and not much else.  Shouldn’t they therefore all be, you know, the same?

Anyway, I have decided he is just perfect.  Except for being THE EXACT SAME COLOUR as all the post-Winter vegetation, and therefore eminently loseable multiple times per outing.

And speaking of colour, I need your help!

Every week since she brought her home, I have been photographing The Boss’ new puppy Squeeze.  If you follow my photography page on Facebook you will have seen the progression of props I have been accumulating to make every week different.

What started out as a presumably nice gift for a friend …

Has turned into, apparently, a year long indenture of The Food Lady.  Idly grabbing items from work as props has morphed into frantic shopping to find creative things to photograph Squeeze on, in or beneath.

I topped myself last week with the beautiful blossoms I won on one of those bidding sites on Facebook.

And this week I braved  A REALLY SCARY SPINDLY LOOKING SPIDER for Week 18’s prop.

But what next?  I need ideas for pretty and fun and not-too-expensive props!  I still have 34 weeks to go; help me out!  If you give me an idea that I like and can use, I will send you a photo of Wootie wearing /standing on/covered in/whatever/ it is, and a discount on your own photo session with that prop if you happen to be in the area.

Piper might be condescending about your idea, because she is a snob.  Just ignore her.

Comments

  1. Well, bunny ears, of course. The traditional Easter basket (full of biscuits?). A sparkly feather boa. A scaley reptilian boa. (…Okay, maybe not.) Soap bubbles (the kind little kids blow, not the kind you get from a bath… although a big galvanized washtub could work too). A horse saddle & some cowboy boots. A shower cap, back scrubbing brush, and rubber ducky.

  2. Oh, Food Lady, you’ve run smack dab into the Idea Lady. In no particular order:
    Cooking theme – bowls, measuring cups, apron . . .
    Gardening theme – tres easy – trencher + pile o’dirt + green plant
    Driving – cute little jaunty cap, ascot around neck blowing in the breeze
    At the Beach – sand pail, shells, seaweed
    At the Beach Themed prom – boutonniere, glass of punch, sea shells, etc
    Recycling – shredded junk mail, empty plastic bottles, etc
    Jungle – stuffed animals
    Wizard of Oz – ruby slipppers, witch doll under a doll house
    Harry Potter – wand, round glasses
    (Really, millions of movie themes)
    Nat’l Secretaries Day – paper clips, coffee mug with pens, mouse pad, (with a doggy theme of course)
    All the holidays as they occur
    Easter! Coming right up – plastic eggs, some marshmallow peeps, a little colored grass

    Do you want more?

    Ruth and Agent Gibbs

  3. A stack of books and someone’s glasses. A beach towel, kids’ beach bucket, and sunglasses. Have you done a party hat yet?

  4. Glad Donut is back to normal. Any chance they gave her acepromazine or something similar (not sure if you can use Ace on cats)? One of my borders was given it once, and he was a crashing-into-walls, spaced-out loon for a full day. I know of other dogs that have had really bad reactions too, including some pretty whacked-out aggression stuff.

  5. Bubbles :) Cheap as and very fun. Make cool pics if taken partially through them.

  6. Wicker basket with handle for Easter? Maybe a cool log that you can drag in from somewhere? Plastic pail and shovel for summer? Maybe a giant boot for all the rain we get? Copious amount of stuffies like a game of Where’s Waldo? Mirror? Hats are always fun.

  7. Yoga dog? You could use a number of colourful yoga balls and yoga mats. I have lots I use for Treibball that you can borrow.

  8. Anesthesia can have some VERY weird effects on the biology of a critter (or person) and it can take up to a week for it to wear off completely. That’s why you’re not supposed to drive for a period of time after a surgical procedure. Sounds like it’s something you should tell the vet to note in her file, just in case she needs something in future, they may be able to try different drugs for her. The dogs may not survive a return engagement of hellcat…

  9. Cat crazies – could this have been a reaction to the anesthesia? I’d be prepared for more of the same if you ever have to do a surgery again.

    Nice to see Piper!

  10. Whee! VERY funny post!

    People health care providers call Donut’s problem post-op delirium. Not an infrequent occurrence at all. So you had a Delirious Donut. In the hospital, it totally freaks family members out. 99% of whom do not have your sense of humor. If I were you, I would have worried that Donut was ruined. Glad she is back to normal.

    Puppy sitting at a computer with glasses on?
    Trip to resale emporium (thrift shop) for ideas?
    Riding a trike?
    With agility equipment?

    Have fun with it and don’t stress out. Anything can be a prop.

  11. When we spayed Izzy (who had just gone through her first really noticeable heat, at a year old) we were told the hormones wouldn’t be out of her system right away. Perhaps Donut had some weird hormone surge immediately following having her female parts removed?

  12. We were warned about potential aggressive behavior when we had an adult cat that had clearly been in heat fixed. She hid under a dresser and proceeded to hiss and growl at us for a couple days. We had a 5 months old kitten fixed at the same facility, and it seemed as if she barely noticed. My guess would be a mixture of the anesthetic and hormones.

    Poor Spring :(

  13. Top hat; black tie?
    PS Terrifying cat tail and very cute puppy photos!

  14. riosmom says:

    That puppy is so adorable she doesn’t need props. I would work on poses and expressions. Speaking of expressions, Woo’s eyes in the first two shots cracked me up – he looked so much like Gracie when she is protecting something of value.

    The only prop I ever did for Gracie was a pair of glasses and some cheese tucked into the pages of a book which gave her a very studious look as poked her nose into the book. Here is a little photo series I did of her and the glasses: http://sfbay.craigslist.org/forums/?ID=43057552

    Great post as always – glad Donut is back to normal and hope Spring recovers from her PTSD.

  15. Look to Zelda (and friends); she’s the queen of props!

  16. World Cup theme!

  17. Kt, Mitzi, sage, an pickles says:

    Beach towel, sun glasses and bonnet
    A pile of stuffed animals (ala ET)
    Heeled shoes (for her front paws in a sit)
    Tutu
    Treats balanced precariously on her body
    Sports equipment (each week a diff sport)
    Sitting on computer chair
    Lounging w book and glasses balanced on nose
    In a wrapped Christmas box
    Wrapped in TP for a mummy costume
    Camping supplies
    Fishing hat and supplies
    Sports jerseys
    Art supplies (ala finger painting)
    On a boogie board
    W a parasol and frilly bow
    Beach ball
    Pj’s and favorite stuffy
    In a bucket/tub w soap bubbles (bath time!)

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