Paul (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fremantlebiz) wrote,@ 2008-05-17 07:01:00 |
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A dog and cat report
Our cocker spaniel pup Milly is becoming a sort of canine teenager and trying to make her every waking moment a full-on experience.
She gets on quite well with our cats. Especially the two female black ones. We've often seen her give them a hug. She comes up behind and lies on top, almost flattening them. They don't seem to mind - well for about 30 seconds; then they wriggle out and go on their way. I think Milly is merry rather than gay.
Mad Max our tabby doesn't mind being in close proximity to the dog either, but hugs are out. A bit of a sideways rub on the way to somewhere else is quite enough. Max and Milly seem to regard each other on more of an equal footing.
For a while Milly had less eating manners than the cats. She used to gently shoulder them aside while they were eating. They tolerated this so we've insisted on making her wait until they've finished, but someone still has to stand guard.
The Rudd government's plans for increasing inflation are starting to be felt in the cat food area. Prices of dry kibbles are noticeably higher - like by about 30 percent since this time last year, and the cans of cat food we usually buy seem to have risen about 20 percent since the change of the federal government. What used to cost us 69 cents last year is now almost a dollar.
Milly occasionally gets a case of the yapps. We'd like her to spend more time in the garden by herself during the day, but she'd rather be inside. After about ten minutes she'll start yapping at the back door until we can't stand it any more. When we let her in the woman next door usually slams her own back door very loudly as a gesture of disapproval. She has a bee in her bonnet about noisy kids and animals - oh, and our macadamia tree which drops free macadamia nuts into her garden. There's no pleasing some folk.
With winter approaching the supply of food in our garden is lessening. The grapes are almost finished and last night my wife and I resolved that this morning we have to clean off any remaining traces from our vines. The catalyst for this decision was when our youngest daughter shrieked that one of our wannabe panthers had brought a mouse into the house and had left it beneath our dining room table.
Some mouse. It was the mother of all rats, except it was a healthy looking male. It was one of the biggest we've ever seen. The Rudd government's inflation plans are increasing the size of rats. Soon we'll have one sitting in parliament. Yes, yes, I know. Parliament is already full of rats, the two legged type.
My wife was still wearing her sneakers so I pointed out it was logical for her to do the disposal. My role would be to take a photograph. The rodent's corpse is now laid on top of our brick letterbox where Clarrie the one legged crow will find it for breakfast. As the woman on SBS's Food Safari often says, "Yummy!"
There is a movement of misguided people in this country who want to have cats eliminated from the domestic equation. They haven't figured out that less cats means more rats. If the cat haters succeed, here's an example of what they can expect lots more of. Personally, I think our moggie deserves a bravery award.
© MMVIII Paul R. Weaver.
Click here to visit 'dogandcatwatcher', my YouTube website.
Original still photographs are stored online in a cache at my Panoramio website or my Picasa site. Most of them have a brief description and a link back to a relevant essay. Images on Panoramio can usually be enlarged several times by clicking them.
About the writer
Click here to see our backyard.
Check out each month's subject index on the Calendar Page for my "common-man" monologues about survival in 21st century Australia – plus a little history occasionally. An original essay is added most days as part of an undertaking to write at least couple of million words. Zzzzzzzz!
Our cocker spaniel pup Milly is becoming a sort of canine teenager and trying to make her every waking moment a full-on experience.
She gets on quite well with our cats. Especially the two female black ones. We've often seen her give them a hug. She comes up behind and lies on top, almost flattening them. They don't seem to mind - well for about 30 seconds; then they wriggle out and go on their way. I think Milly is merry rather than gay.
Mad Max our tabby doesn't mind being in close proximity to the dog either, but hugs are out. A bit of a sideways rub on the way to somewhere else is quite enough. Max and Milly seem to regard each other on more of an equal footing.
For a while Milly had less eating manners than the cats. She used to gently shoulder them aside while they were eating. They tolerated this so we've insisted on making her wait until they've finished, but someone still has to stand guard.
The Rudd government's plans for increasing inflation are starting to be felt in the cat food area. Prices of dry kibbles are noticeably higher - like by about 30 percent since this time last year, and the cans of cat food we usually buy seem to have risen about 20 percent since the change of the federal government. What used to cost us 69 cents last year is now almost a dollar.
Milly occasionally gets a case of the yapps. We'd like her to spend more time in the garden by herself during the day, but she'd rather be inside. After about ten minutes she'll start yapping at the back door until we can't stand it any more. When we let her in the woman next door usually slams her own back door very loudly as a gesture of disapproval. She has a bee in her bonnet about noisy kids and animals - oh, and our macadamia tree which drops free macadamia nuts into her garden. There's no pleasing some folk.
With winter approaching the supply of food in our garden is lessening. The grapes are almost finished and last night my wife and I resolved that this morning we have to clean off any remaining traces from our vines. The catalyst for this decision was when our youngest daughter shrieked that one of our wannabe panthers had brought a mouse into the house and had left it beneath our dining room table.
Some mouse. It was the mother of all rats, except it was a healthy looking male. It was one of the biggest we've ever seen. The Rudd government's inflation plans are increasing the size of rats. Soon we'll have one sitting in parliament. Yes, yes, I know. Parliament is already full of rats, the two legged type.
My wife was still wearing her sneakers so I pointed out it was logical for her to do the disposal. My role would be to take a photograph. The rodent's corpse is now laid on top of our brick letterbox where Clarrie the one legged crow will find it for breakfast. As the woman on SBS's Food Safari often says, "Yummy!"
There is a movement of misguided people in this country who want to have cats eliminated from the domestic equation. They haven't figured out that less cats means more rats. If the cat haters succeed, here's an example of what they can expect lots more of. Personally, I think our moggie deserves a bravery award.
© MMVIII Paul R. Weaver.
Click here to visit 'dogandcatwatcher', my YouTube website.
Original still photographs are stored online in a cache at my Panoramio website or my Picasa site. Most of them have a brief description and a link back to a relevant essay. Images on Panoramio can usually be enlarged several times by clicking them.
About the writer
Click here to see our backyard.
Check out each month's subject index on the Calendar Page for my "common-man" monologues about survival in 21st century Australia – plus a little history occasionally. An original essay is added most days as part of an undertaking to write at least couple of million words. Zzzzzzzz!
