Friday, June 29, 2007

duff love

I never ever really paid attention to Hilary Duff in the past. I only saw/knew of her when my young niece or nephews watched Disney Channel and her show was on. It wasn't my thing.

Then I saw this video at Badlands and I was sorta mesmerized. Guess she's all woman now. I thought she looked good, and the song wasn't all that bad.

Friday, June 22, 2007

more about pussy


What a relief! I caught owner of the cats as I put food on their little dish. I asked how Burlios got his leg injured and she said he got into a fight with another cat. Whew! Better that than some human kicking him. She also said he goes after German Shepherds and other dogs, like she said before.

Go get'em tiger!

A lot of times I really want to play with them, like pick them up and hold them, but Roomie and I are freaked out, especially Roomie, who suffers from bad pet allergies. Also, the fact that both Burlios and Toulouse are outdoor cats usually spells fleas. Ugh, both of them have debris stuck to their fur all the time; it's nasty, even if it's just a small dry leaf or what not. The only thing I do is pet, rub, or scratch them with my left hand. That way, I can still open the door with my clean right hand, so dander/cooties won't get stuck to the doorknob and other items in the house that may upset Roomie's sensitive allergies. Plus I have to go use only my sink in the master bathroom.

One thing that bothers me just teeny bit is that everytime I play with them, like scratching their head or neck, they don't purr. It's my own understanding that cats really show they like or love you when they purr. I thought I heard a slight purr the other day, but still. Maybe it's because the only time I heard other cats purr is when they're indoors when purring isn't competing with outside world noises. At least these cats don't make pig noises like when a skunk and raccoon are fighting ;)

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

these pussies are no pussies




The cats who "adopted" us here in the Elk Grove house belong to the next door neighbors. The cats hung out at the front door ever since Roomie moved in. We started feeding them early this year or very late last year. We never had a conversation with the owners, until I finally caught the wife of next door.

Roomie and I guessed that the cats were both female, and named each one. "Pussy" is the gray one, and "Checkers" is the black and white one. Turns out they're both male, and brothers! The woman who owns them also said that "Pussy" is actually named "Burlios" and "Checkers" is "Toulouse," both characters from the Disney flick "Aristocats."

Earlier this month, Burlios started to limp pretty badly. I left a note on the neighbor's door, but she never got back to us. She did mention that Burlios is pretty aggressive; he attacks their dog, and goes after other neighborhood dogs when he sees them. So I've been worried sick about his health. I really want to take him to the vet and get checked out. Though it doesn't seem like he's in much pain, he just has a bad limp, and goes around his daily routine, albeit a little more slower than usual.

I kept thinking that some asshole most likely kicked him just because, that's how assholes usually are. Another possibility went through my head, like he had a bad landing, but I was pretty sure someone fucked with him.

Then earlier this evening, I witnessed what may also happened. I saw another cat come around the corner of the street and Toulouse sprinted for it. I heard cat screams and afterward they both just stared at each other, duel-style, ready for attack. Burlios went closer to the other two cats as if having his brother's back. The stranger cat saw me walking closer and made a run for it, but Toulouse ran after it and fought just for a little bit and then did the stare thing again.

So perhaps Burlios got hurt that way? If so, my mind can rest at ease and not think so unkindly toward possible unknown assholes who kick cats. ;))

Go Pussie Power!