Mischievious little buggers!

“I am working on a new book about a boa constrictor and a litter of hyenas. The boa constrictor swallows the babies one by one, and the mother hyena dies laughing.” ― E.B. White

Our cute little kitties getting themselves into various amounts of trouble!

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But mum I’m comfy….

“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” ― Groucho Marx

Most animals are famous for their ridiculous positions that are ‘comfortable’ and looking at their human owners slaves as if ‘yes and why are you looking at me?’

Well with four animals in our house they are all at fault of this at times!

Bertie makes packing for holiday mightily difficult!
Bertie makes packing for holiday mightily difficult!
This was my mother-in-law's thong... Not anymore! Bertie laid on that for a good 2 hours.
This was my mother-in-law’s thong… Not anymore! Bertie laid on that for a good 2 hours.
It was cold... He made his own bed!
It was cold… He made his own bed!
Newest 'comfy' place... Just waiting for someone to accidentally step on him... And yes, that is indeed a rug!
Newest ‘comfy’ place… Just waiting for someone to accidentally step on him… And yes, that is indeed a rug!
You have no idea how hard it was to get her into this pillow case... As soon as we want her out, she does this. *Sigh*
You have no idea how hard it was to get her into this pillow case… As soon as we want her out, she does this. *Sigh*
In case you were wondering, this is Daeny's cage... Also known as Bertie's bed.
In case you were wondering, this is Daeny’s cage… Also known as Bertie’s bed.
No comfier place than mum's laptop.
No comfier place than mum’s laptop.
Except for maybe her chest. I could wear him as a broach for hours as I work around the house.
Except for maybe her chest. I could wear him as a broach for hours as I work around the house.
Helping with the washing... Or not!
Helping with the washing… Or not!

Trip to the vet

“I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.” ― Hippolyte Taine

Our lovely not so little kitties have reached twelve months of age. So being the responsible pet owners were are,  the time came for us to take them to the vet for a checkup. I made appointments for our two little cherubs and arranged a double appointment for our beloved Zelda. Giving them very clear warnings about her claws, extreme distaste for being touched or handled in any way and positive terror of strangers.

Our little princess... Such an innocent face!
Our little princess… Such an innocent face!

We got the travel cages out, left them on the ground for them to get used to the idea of and the time came, Dave picked up Mr Bertie without a fuss, put him and and he sat very happily surrounded by his comfy blankets and his ‘comfort toy’ (strange cat).

Then came the moment we had been dreading… Trying to get Zelda into the travel cage… As much as she loves us both now, hands are still viewed as evil. Since she is overall much easier for me to handle than Dave, again goodness knows why (or in this case only one crazy cat knows why), the person with the least experience with cats had a go at capturing and terrified kitty. I gave her some food, she rubbed against my legs, she let me crouch down and she rubbed against my hands. The second I tried to pick her up she freaked riiiiiight out. Ran around like a mad thing. In the end Dave had to try using a sheet to catch her.

All to no avail. In the end she was going to hurt herself she was so worked up. So Zelda decided to stay home and Bertie went to the vet alone.

Bertie was the cutest little guy, very happy as long as either of us were touching him too and when he started to stress on the way home, I climbed into the backseat and did a naughty, just opened the cage door and he crawled onto my lap and became so contented he was purring like a chainsaw! lol.

Who said siblings were alike?!

Maybe a little similar in appearance...
Maybe a little similar in appearance after all.

After we got home, Zelda did this herself half an hour later…..

Of her own volition... Went to explore.
Of her own volition… Went to explore.

I could have killed her! Gah!

Furry fluff balls overheating

A week of over 40 degrees in Melbourne… Well this leaves us with mixed feelings in our household. Our reptiles think they are in heaven and it is always the most active and playful time of the year. However, our triple coated Siberian cats are definitely not as keen!

We leave them with ice blocks, ice packs, water to climb in as well as water to drink and they cope fairly well but they also become inventive themselves.

Last night one of our lovely kitties found the coolest part of our house… Luckily it was dirty washing not freshly washed!

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Everyone take care of your lovely pets in the heat!!

The subtle aroma of snake vomit

“Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.” – Benjamin Franklin

The lovely smelly girl when she did NOT have a tummy ache!
The lovely smelly girl when she did NOT have a tummy ache!

I would like to tell you a story. Today I walked in the door after a long day at work and stopped, sniffed, and paused… With no further ado immediately went and checked on the snake.  To put it in perspective, many people, when they hear you have a pet snake ask about how they… to put it gently ‘pass their excrement’ and hilariously, even believe that maybe they did not do so. Well for anyone who has ever owned a snake knows, out of any animal I have ever encountered, they can produce the largest stinks known to man!

On this day however, it was a new stink, one I had not yet encountered. Snake vomit… We fed our lovely on Saturday, everything was going well then Monday night there is a lovely very stinky lump in her cage. Happily she appears to be fine, if a little grumpy. Clearly has a bit of a belly ache. So after every pet owners first response, checking she was OK and getting some expert advice. I then considered what to do about the mess. I am home alone, with a likely quite irritable python in a smelly cage… Now whilst I will happily handle her alone on a normal day, handling a 1.4 meter long snake with a stomach ache doesn’t rate high on my list of things I would like to do this evening.

So, I am resolved to open the house wiiiiide up, with some lovely scented candles burning awaiting my husband’s arrival after work when the two of us can clear out the stinky box.

Cheers to the next five hours of sitting in a house gifted with the gentle aromas of frangipani scented candles…. and snake vomit…

Sigh! We pet owners must be slightly nuts!