break a thing, mend your luck

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Or, as we say in German: Scherben bringen Glück.

Several days of cold and wet weather, rain and wind taking turns with flurries of snow have taken their toll.  Henry doesn’t know what to do with his surplus energy.

I, on the other hand, am starting to regret that we have open shelves instead of cupboards with doors.

Yet, in Henry’s defense – I don’t think he is destructive.  More often than not he just misjudges his jumps, either jumps short and tries to hold on to something breakable (like in this case, my teapot) or he overshoots and takes everything in his way with him.

I hope he will learn, in time.

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salad for breakfast

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Over a week ago I received a beautiful posy of flowers, now a bit worse for the wear.  This morning Henry jumped up on the sideboard where the vase stands, nudged the flower head until a single petal let loose and slowly floated to the floor. Henry hopped after it and proceeded to eat it.  Up he went on the sideboard again, nudged the flower, hopped after the petal and ate it.  Hop, nudge, repeat.  I put a stop to it after a while because I have no idea whether wilted daisies are actually good for cats and I don’t want to clean up after him.  But it seems I had pegged Henry all wrong: he is not a gardener who delights in growing things, he is a gourmet (or possibly, a gourmand).

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truth

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“Any household with at least one feline member has no need for an alarm clock.” A quote by Louise A. Belcher*.  A fact that I appreciate particularly on weekends.

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I don’t know who Louise A. Belcher is.  The internet only knows her in connection with this one quote.  Louise Belcher (without the middle initial) is a character from Bob’s Burgers (an animated sitcom from the US) and sometimes the quote is attributed to her.  In any case, whoever she is, she states a universal truth.

Wanda: Oh yeah

Wilma: Has never worked for my cats – Minnie will stick her paws into my face for a while alright, but she’ll eventually just join Carlito on top of me & go back to sleep till my actual alarm gets us all up

Eklastic: well , so far henry would be an ideal house companion for normal people – his hours are quite reasonable . he starts complaining at around 8,30 – we are just very late risers. excuse the lack of capitals and erratic typing – i have a cat lying on my forearms

has Henry got a green claw?

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The most interesting thing I do around the house according to Henry is watering flowers. As soon as I fill up the watering can he is at my side, watching my every move, fascinated that I pour water on the brown feet of those green things.

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Henry and boxes, full of paradoxes

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Henry loves boxes.  He tries – and often succeeds – to open them and put his curious little nose in them.  We all know that curiosity killed the cat so I cleared one of his favourite cartons, put stuff he likes inside, and put it inconspicuously in a corner.  Henry hasn’t been interested ever since.

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Henry – we have problem

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The problem is called Johnny and he is the neighbour’s cat. He is an elderly gent who has a slight weight problem (he is not fat but he could grow into it) and a kidney  problem.  Hence he is on a special and restricted diet.  Hence he is usually hungry.

It’s now three days in a row that I found him in our kitchen bent over Henry’s food bowl  happily munching along.  He has gotten cleverer and waited until Henry was out of the house.  I heard the crunching noises and thought Henry was having a go until I saw some white fur.

I have no idea how we gonna do this when it will be warmer again and our doors will be mostly open.

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futility thy name is cat

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Bildergebnis für meme cats commands

Somebody posted this meme on my facebook site.  120 commands – that’s impressive.

Henry only needs to remember 3 commands (and adhere to them): Don’t run over my face when my eyes are open. Don’t scratch my chairs to such an extent that they’ll break when I sit down. Don’t get your claws hooked in my earrings.

I’m in trouble. Not only are these all negative commands and include a condition, he also ignores them, more often than not.

lethal weapon

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You know that you are a seasoned cat owner when you discover blood on your hands and arms after petting and playing with him – and you never noticed that he even scratched you.

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three strikes

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As I settled with Lothar in front of the tv, and get on with some crocheting, Henry decided to NOT let me get on with it.  I kept fighting him for the balls of yarn until I managed to push over my wine glass and had red wine all over the doffee table and floor.  My fault – I should have organised this better.   I didn’t blame Henry.  I cleaned up the mess.

Henry was clamouring to get out so I thought it might not be a bad idea if he got rid some of his energy outside.  I left the bedroom door ajar and went back to Lothar, the tv and the wine.  Soon after Henry came back, and settled between us.  All of sudden he was on hyper alert.  I followed his gaze only to find Johnny, the neighbouring tom cat, hunched over Henry’s food bowl.  – A major cat fight in our living room was prevented when Johnny saw me coming, panicked, tripped over the water bowl and fled through the bedroom.  My fault – I should have closed the door earlier.  I didn’t blame Henry.  I cleaned up the mess.

I felt like more wine so I went to the kitchen counter and poured some.  Henry watched me from the dining room table, decided he wanted to join me, and took a flying leap to the counter.  He misjudged, landed and kept going, falling off on the other side, taking the full glass of red wine and the bottle with him.  I managed to save the bottle.  The glass lay in pieces on the kitchen tiles, in a red puddle, with a nervous cat peering at me from around corner.  Not my fault.  This time I did blame Henry.  Then I cleaned up the mess.

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Vera: I am beginning to see what I am missing by having a dog. My wine is safe. No dashing wine rescue needed. Wine glasses are completely ignored. Leo’s foes stay outside. What a boring life I’m living. Except when Leo and his foe meet on the road and then I get to go to the vet…

Vivien: Das Ende der Langeweile: hol Dir Katzen ins Haus. Wir haben seitdem keinen Fernseher mehr 🙂