fenchurch: (Cats)
Oh my.

Well, it finally happened.

Numfar just came into the bedroom carrying something and chirruping happily. I was a bit confused, because we'd put Mr. Mouse (the beanie baby) in his spot on the cat tree for the night already... and that's what she usually carries around the house. Then she dropped what she was carrying, making even more happy noises, and I realized she'd been carrying around an actual, real mouse!! Thankfully, it was a deceased mouse.

I'm just glad this happened before I managed to fall asleep and that I noticed something was up, or my deep-seated fear of waking to find a dead mouse next to me on my pillow may have come true.

OTOH, this means she found a mouse *inside* our house. Considering we live in the country (seriously, we're just up the street from a very large dairy farm), I guess I should be happy that this is the first sign we've had of mice inside the house since we moved in.

And, you know, take another moment to be VERY happy there will be no dead mouse on my pillow when I wake up in the morning.

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
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So, last year I wrote about how Numfar goes on guard duty whenever I take a shower (and even got a photo of her doing it). She's pretty much always done it, and kept up the habit when we moved to the new house... there are a few times when she gives up her post: if the bathroom door is closed or if she knows [personal profile] rackham is in the other room or, as we recently found out, if she knows the bedroom door is closed, then she'll hop up on the ledge right next to the shower and chatter at me the whole time.

So, you can imagine my surprise this morning when I left both doors open and Rackham had headed off to work... and Numfar had hopped up next to the shower with her back to the door to chatter at me. My first thought was to wonder if Rackham had come back home for some reason, or perhaps he was ill and hadn't actually left this morning (I quickly ruled out the thought that there might be a stranger in the house... Numfar is so stranger-phobic that she would have been glaring at the door and growling if that were the case). Then I got out of the shower and saw exactly why she felt we were secure:

Photo behind the cut. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
So, not too long after she joined our household in 2007, Numfar started "guarding" me while I was taking a shower. She'd sit on the counter between the shower and the door, with her back to the shower... and would stare at the door the entire time I was showering (I even posted a photo of her doing her guarding thing last year). If I closed the door, she'd come sit by the shower and chatter at me the whole time. And it's funny, because I found that if I close the bedroom door, but leave the bathroom door open, as long as she knows the outer door is closed, she'll be all relaxed and chatty. Or if she knows [personal profile] rackham is in the bedroom, then everything is fine too. So, I really do think she thinks she's guarding against something.

Our other cat, Zoë, hasn't ever shown much of an interest in the shower, aside from occasionally being fascinated by the falling water. Except for the last few months, when she's started taking up a guard station on the floor between the shower and the door, mirroring Numfar's stance up on the counter and staring at the door the entire time I'm showering. And yeah, it becomes a bit creepy after awhile. This morning, they were both on guard duty and then, simultaneously, just stopped. Zoë suddenly got up and went to sit on the bottom shelf of the towel rack and, at the exact same time, Numfar turned around to face the shower and started chattering at me. As if whatever threat they perceived had moved on. Creeeeeepy.

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
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Even after all these years, I still can't get over having cats who can eat their food right next to each other. Our old cats, Cymry and Polly, eventually had to be fed on different floors of the house because they'd fight if they were anywhere near each other at meal times. peaceably.

We've got quite the high tech setup these days. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
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Yay! Two days in a row!

Today's photo is why we leave a tablecloth on the dining room table after we're done eating... and why we *always* change it before we eat there again, because we quickly realized keeping the cats off when we weren't using it was a losing battle.

Zoë sleeping in her favorite spot, with late evening sunlight across the valley behind her. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal
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On Thursday, I was getting dressing in our bedroom closet when I heard this rumbling noise... which seemed to abruptly stop and then start up again. I was getting seriously puzzled over what in the house could be making such a noise and whether I needed to be worried about it, when I happened to glance over at [personal profile] rackham's side of the closet and spotted this... )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
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One of the things our cats seem to absolutely love about this house is all the windows. Not just because it gives them even more places to view the outside world (which in Numfar's case means not just watching the birds at the birdfeeder, but also growling at anyone who walks or drives by the front of the house), but because it means there are lots of random patches of sunlight, at least on sunny days.

Zoë enjoying the sun. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
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One of these days, I'm going to catch up on posting my daily photos and *stay* caught up. At this rate, though, it'll probably be around December 29th or something.

16 May - Numfar contemplating naughty things. )

17 May - Lazy pajama evening. )

18 May - Storm rolling in across the valley. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
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8 May - Zoë enjoys a box

We've had an automatic garbage can in the kitchen now for probably ten years or more... We replaced our first one when it died and, a few weeks ago, the second one quit working. We tried going with the no lid option for a bit, but finally decided we really needed to just get a new one... and best of all (at least according to the cats), it came in a really big box! )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
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Sometime after we moved in, the faucet on the tub in the master bathroom developed a drip. Numfar decided that it existed solely for her pleasure, and we'd quite often walk into the room to find her licking water off the bottom of the tub and waiting for another drip... And then last week, [personal profile] rackham had a chance to take things apart and managed to figure out what was wrong (and, even better, fix it). The next morning, I went in to take a shower and was greeted by an amusing sight. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
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We've finally given up on trying to keep Numfar off the top of the cabinets in the kitchen... at least on the side of the room with the fridge (she hops on the counter, then the fridge and finally up to the top of the upper cabinets), although we seem to have hit upon an effective method for keeping her from hopping the four feet across to the top of the cabinets on the other side of the room... we put something right on the edge on that side. I even got to watch her consider the jump right after we did it, examining things from her high perch on the allowed side of the room and finally deciding it wouldn't work and backing down. For the time being, we've got some old platters up there, but I think we'll eventually find something a bit more decorative to block that space.

Anyway, on Friday I managed to get a photo of her in one of her most favorite spots... sitting high above everyone else, staring down at me sitting at my computer. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
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Got a bit behind again, darn it!

Thursday turned out to be a fairly bright day... with something we haven't had much of lately, a lot of sunshine! I love how much light we get in the new house and so do the cats.

17 April - Numfar in Sunlight )

And Friday continued the trend of sun... this time, I got Zoë enjoying herself.

18 April - Sunbathing Zoë. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal
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You know, I was doing so well. Last Sunday I got almost all the way caught up on posting these things and even had this photo prepped and ready to go... but it was late and I figured I'd just do it in the morning. Ha! I'm really hoping to catch up today and then keep up. I didn't mean this to be a once a week kind of thing! I'm putting practically everything under cuts, though, so as to spare my flist while I get things up to date.

Last Sunday's Photo - 6 April

The guts of a Geocache. )

Monday's Photo - 7 April

Beautiful view. )

Tuesday's Photo - 8 April

Curled Up Kitty. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
I've been trying to space these out over the last few days so as not to overwhelm my flist... hope I haven't been annoying anyone! I'm just really happy to be very nearly caught up!

Last night, about two hours after we fed dinner to the cats, Numfar came strolling into the room carrying Mr. Mouse, plopped him into Zoë's food bowl and then proceeded to try to lick the otherwise completely empty bowl around him.

Crazy cat and her Beanie Baby accomplice. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
I know I've regaled you with the tales of Numfar and Mr. Mouse before... he used to sit on [personal profile] rackham's desk before Numfar came to live with us and she claimed him rather thoroughly not long after joining the household. She carries him all over the house and will set him up in places to watch things (her food bowl, me in the shower (Mr. Mouse is a bit of a perv), the front door). And yes, she really does set him places deliberately. I've watched her carry him into a room, set him down where she wants him and then actually arrange him until he's looking in a specific direction. I would love to know what she thinks he is... but from what I've observed, she treats him about the same way a two-year-old child would treat a baby doll (complete with throwing him at things when she's frustrated).

Over the years, Mr. Mouse has started looking a little worse for wear. Even though he's a Beanie Baby, he's gone through the washer a time or two (something you're not supposed to do, but Numfar will occasionally drop him in the laundry hamper and he'll get washed by accident), but he's still managed to have quite a bit of cat spit accumulate on his back (Numfar tends to carry him by the scruff of the neck like a kitten). So, I finally decided it was time to look at getting a replacement... and managed to find a duplicate out on Amazon for a decent price.

The two Misters Mouse. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
Last year, when we were still in the old house, I was getting something out of one of the storage cupboards in the laundry room when a bag of bendy straws fell out. It happened to be open and the straws scattered all over the floor, making that rather distinctive noise you get when plastic straws hit a solid, flat surface... and Numfar came running in. I picked up the fallen straws, tossed them in the garbage and didn't think any more about it, until later that day when Numfar came sauntering in with her new favorite toy: the Bendy Straw. All I can guess is that she'd snatched one up while I wasn't looking and had hidden it somewhere.

Since then, Bendy Straws have become a constant presence in our house... and I really don't mind. They're cheap, so when they get chewed up (and they do), I just toss them and grab a few more from the bag. And much like the sparkly balls that are her other favorite toy, one of her favorite things to do with them is to play Fetch.

A cat and her straw. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
...starring him, he's Doof!

A few weeks ago we finally bought some stools so we could sit at the bar in the kitchen (although this evening was the first time we've eaten dinner there since we moved into the house... really liking that option!). Not long after we put the chairs in place, I noticed that Zoë had found a new obsession.

Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated )

Crossposted from my Livejournal.
fenchurch: (Cats)
I have a ton of things I want to catch up on here, but once again, I've sort of let things build up to a point where it almost seems overwhelming to talk about... and if I let it go much longer, it will start seeming a bit silly to talk about because so much time has passed. Gonna have to work on getting better with that.

As for more recent stuff... today we finally had some piano movers come by and move our piano from the hallway in the basement (just off the garage) up to the living room. Yay! I felt really bad for those guys, though, because that sucker is HEAVY. It's a 1909 upright grand and they had to take it up the outside stairs to the main floor. One of the guys actually ended up slipping and seriously scraped up his arm on the stairs (to the point where I really hope he has it looked at, since it was bleeding pretty badly). But the piano is upstairs!

Here, have a photo! )

Now we get to let it sit there, all out of tune but still playable, for a month or so until it acclimates to the living room... then we'll call our piano tuner to have it worked on. I'm so happy to finally have it in the living room, though, and I rather suspect I'll be a LOT more likely to practice.

Numfar has suddenly started noticing things out in front of the house. The other day she was sitting next to me on the arm of my office chair when, out of the blue, she started growling... pretty much exactly like she does when she sees a raccoon or another cat right on the other side of the sliding glass doors. So I started looking around to see what had her in a tizzy and realized that she was growling at our neighbor across the street who was out getting his mail. o_O A little while later, she was sitting in the front window in the living room and started growling again. This time? It was a pair of deer across the street. I have to wonder if she doesn't have good depth perception or something and thinks they're right outside the window. Just a few minutes ago she started growling again because someone had pulled up in front of our house before driving off (they were using our driveway to turn around). Really not sure where this territoriality is coming from. The only thing that's changed is that we put a bird feeder outside one of the windows at the back of the house (which both cats will watch obsessively) and I suppose it's possible that it's made her more aware of the outside in general.

In other news, I've somehow managed to maintain my Geocaching streak to the point where it's getting a bit embarrassing to talk about... as of today, I have found at least one new Geocache a day for 950 consecutive days. I'm pretty much aiming to do 1001 days at this point, since I'm so close... and that will also let me end it before winter really sets in here. Since we moved, we don't have any unfound caches within walking distance of the house and if we get a big snowfall, I'd have to end the streak anyway... so, I may as well pick the day it happens.

We're still one episode behind on Marvel's Angents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Non-spoilery talk about the first two episodes. )

Crossposted from my Livejournal

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