Bittersweet

Sometimes I wonder how much Thompson thinks about his disability. He keeps up with the other boyz pretty well but when they are tearing around the house all he can do is watch.

Recently he has been doing a lot of kneading while standing on my chest. This isn't easy for him since it essentially requires him to do a little hop with his one front paw when his other missing paw would normally be pushing down on me. This makes me happy and sad at the same time. I truly admire Thompson. He has a wonderful soul and in a way he is the glue that keeps this household together.

Allez Cuisine

I recently purchased DirecTV. I've lived all these years with just over the air broadcast TV, picked up by my antique rabbit ears antenna. I bought a digital converter last summer and didn't like that when the signal is not strong, the whole picture pixilates. So I splurged and bought DirecTV and now have a zillion channels to watch.

I was ecstatic to learn that the Fine Living Network broadcasts the original Japanese version of the Iron Chef. My dad used to tape the show for me and I just loved everything about it. Unfortunately the Food Channel took it off the air and replaced it with the lame American version. I came home the other day all excited to watch the show. I was sharing the great news with the boyz- "We get to see the Iron Chef!" I exclaimed. I think Thompson and Diego-san thought they were going to get some kind of treat given the peppy tone of my voice. They were a bit disappointed when I plopped myself on the couch and enjoyed a great Foie Gras battle.

Fine Qualities

The boyz are nothing if not well groomed.

Ouch

I got a package in the mail that was sealed in a LP sized envelope. I was swinging the envelope by my side when I heard a semi-loud "whack." Theo quickly scampered away. He had been walking by my side and the envelope must have nailed him in the head.

My bad. It must not have hurt too badly because he quickly hopped up on the kitchen table where I open my mail and where the routine is for him to get his forehead scratched. Sorry buddy.

Happiness is a Warm Kitty

With the cold weather and my reluctance to turn up my furnace, there isn't a more energy efficient and effective source of heat then when Diego-san crawls underneath the blankets with me and cuddles close. I appreciate his willingness to share his heat.

Getting Organized

I spent the weekend alphabetizing and organizing my CDs. The boyz spent the weekend lounging in the sun and occasionally knocking over the piles of CDs I was trying to organize.

Bang Bang

Watched the remake of the movie 3:10 to Yuma. I saw the original a couple of weeks ago. Thompson did not like all the gunshots. He's such a sensitive boy.

Relativity

When it comes to perspective, it's all relative I guess.

Last week the weather around these parts could best be described as "frigid." We had a series of days when the temperature never got above zero. It dropped to -22 below at one point and when it got back "up" to -5 below it felt absolutely balmy. Well, this week it got up around 30 above zero and today when I outside and it was 5 above zero I couldn't believe how cold it felt.

Why does anyone live in Minnesota?

Diego Part Deux

I think Diego-san has gotten addicted to the furminator. He just can't get enough of being so thoroughly combed. I've taken enough fur off of Diego to make him a twin brother. Yet he keeps coming back for more...

A Wednesday Date

I had the rare pleasure of spending all of an evening with Thompson. We watched the movie Wall-E together, and then Thompson followed me upstairs for a grooming session. Things returned to normal however when Theo joined us and started a fight by sniffing Thompson's butt.

Project Complete

The remodeling of the basement is complete. Today the final piece (for now) arrived- an Amish built electric fireplace (don't ask). It's a stylish space heater that looks very nice. The boyz all checked it out- watching the fake fire with more interest than they've ever watched the TV. I don't think Theo quite knows what to make of it.

New

My dad brought me to Ikea to pick up my Christmas gift- a new TV stand. In preparation for this new piece of furniture I did some rearranging of several of my rooms.

The biggest change for the boyz is they now have access to all the rooms in the house. I've always kept my home office door closed because all the stuff I don't want broken or damaged is in that room. I'm putting some trust in the boyz allowing them access to that room.

Getting the TV stand put together was a chore- Theo supervised the whole activity. My remodeled lower level of the house is taking shape and hopefully I haven't traumatized the boyz too much with all the changes.

Just Trying

Theo and I were playing fetch when Diego-san sauntered in between us. Without missing a beat Theo dropped that ball at Diego's feet and looked at him to throw the ball. I thought it was very polite of Theo to try to involve Diego in our game.

Woof Woof

I often kid Theo that he must have some canine blood in him with his relentless energy and his mastery of the game fetch. Kidding aside I do also remind Diego-san before he starts feeling too smug with his pure felinity, he is the only one of the three boyz who will come to me when called. Often before I go down to the lower level of the house to watch a movie, I'll say, "Diego, let's go watch some TV" and he'll come prancing downstairs with me. I guess an afternoon of TV and snuggling is more important than a cat's pride.

Three Day Weekend

Yipee!

Egads

It was twenty two (22!) below zero when I drove to work yesterday. I betcha Thompson was glad he no longer is an outdoor kitty.

Bail Please

Diego-san is a cat that doesn't believe in a lot of rules. And I don't think I impose that many in the house. I don't allow the boyz behind the TV where all the electic wires are; I don't allow the boyz in the kitchen sink where all the dirty dishes are; there's no stealing the other boyz's meals. Other than that the only other rule (seldom enforced) is no waking me before the alarm clock goes off. Still with this limited set of rules I think Diego often feels like he's living in a metaphorical jail where his freedom has been restricted. In his heart, he's a feline anarchist.

Chores

I've mentioned the boyz's chores before: Theo is responsible for making sure all the towels in the house remain hung on the towel racks; Thompson is responsible for making sure all hairballs are hacked up somewhere other than the carpets and rugs; Diego-san is responsible for taking care of any insect that gets in the house. The boyz all share another chore that I haven't mentioned: they are all responsible for being irresistibly cute. All three are pretty darn good at that chore.

A Different Kind of Persuasian

When it comes to meal times Theo is very persistent in letting me know through a series of mews and dashes toward the kitchen that he is just dying of hunger. Likewise Diego-san is not shy when it comes to combing time with his roar, howl, and rolling around the floor.

Thompson is more subtle when it comes to asking/expecting something. He is much more patient then the other two boyz. All he really needs to do is look at me with his big sad eyes and I'll do just about anything. Sometimes he utters his firm meow but it never sounds like a beg- it's more like he knows that I know what he wants and he is confident we are on the same page.

Moody Monday

This is Diego-san's Monday morning look. I think we all know what it means.