Comments on: dIy, Robot

By: Bryan

Bryan — Sat, 28 Apr 2007 04:52:04 +0000

It’s hard, but they are doing what they do best – being cats.

By: Anntichrist S. Coulter

Anntichrist S. Coulter — Sat, 28 Apr 2007 02:50:38 +0000

*sigh*

I wish that I could still live with my chirrens (Biddy & Boy, the two most fat, spoiled-rotten cats on the planet), but noooo, I live in L’Hotel du Fucktards, so I only get VISITING HOURS every day, seeing as how the Fallen Uterus and Her Dick are allergic to cleaning cat boxes, giving medicine, cleaning-up hairballs, etc., that’s pretty much how I have to spend my visiting hours.

But at least the chirrens get to frolic on 3.9 acres and be teased and tormented by about 40 species of birds who always get away. And if I’m lucky, I’ll get to watch the new feral babies play from my window, and then, when they’re old enough, another round of TNR.

By: Bryan

Bryan — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 20:30:10 +0000

Anya, I was kidding. I had a squirt gun that I used, until my Koshka stole it and hid under something. At first it was effective, then she decided it was just annoying. Sox thinks it’s a game, so I gave up on it.

By: Anya

Anya — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 20:19:54 +0000

What Kaylee doesn’t realize is that I’m not deterred from eating cat-licked food. Then, she gets unceremoniously dumped on the floor.

I dunno if I can end her bad behavior, firm hand or otherwise, but the old squirt bottle trick still works pretty well for getting her attention, as does the mew-until-she-feels-guilty routine.

By: Bryan

Bryan — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 14:32:21 +0000

You just have to bear down and discipline the cats, Anya. With a firm hand you can end bad behavior. [Yeah, right, like you can teach pigs to fly.]

By: Anya

Anya — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 13:37:08 +0000

Kaylee’s answer to “How can I get you to share your dinner with me?” is the old “If I lick it, is it mine?” maneuver. She loves chicken. Buffalo sauce is no deterrent.

At the moment, Kaylee’s kittens have no fear of anything. They would just play with the robot; Koshka would probably climb on it and use it as a high-dive platform.

By: Bryan

Bryan — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 05:28:26 +0000

The ferals will eat them. The manager of a local Hooters used to live down the street and he brought leftovers, including chicken wings, home with him and put them out for the cats. Everything is a toy to a kitten.

By: Steve Bates

Steve Bates — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 05:27:00 +0000

Afterthought: it occurs to me that those kittens lived out their lives and died at least a decade ago. Sigh. It all goes by so fast…

By: Steve Bates

Steve Bates — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 05:17:24 +0000

I don’t know, Annti. Back in the 70s, I spent a night in Buffalo, NY prior to a concert of very difficult music the following evening. I stayed at an apartment kindly loaned to me by a local violist, who stayed with her boyfriend, but she didn’t take her young kittens with her. They were a little older than the Tax Day Four; they were quite mobile… and they saw my hands as I tossed and turned that night as the greatest playthings they had ever encountered in their short lives. They were lovable, and it’s a good thing, because if I’d had a programmable robot to turn loose on them…

I survived. The kittens survived. Hell, they had a great time. On one level, so did I. The concert went decently well; even the review was not scathing. This was back in my meat-eating days, and the presenters fed us Buffalo wings after the concert. Today, I am very grateful that Morningstar Farms produces quite respectable vegetarian Buffalo wings.

Hmm. I wonder what the kittens would have thought of spicy Buffalo wings… no. I’m bad for even thinking that!

By: Bryan

Bryan — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 05:13:43 +0000

They are totally programmable, so you can be as insane as you wish.