October 15th, 2007
|10:07 am - HALO INTAR NET HERE IS CAT YAMMER|
The heat's come on in the house for the first time this year, which means a few rites of the season: first, all the dust you thought you removed from the radiators but didn't gets nice and toasty and gives a wonderful "is something burning?" smell for the first few days (one year in Marlboring there was a bunch of cat hair what got burnt up in an electric sideboard heater; the cats were very distressed at the smell of that and ran around meowing a lot, presumably hollering "Who's on fire? Who's on fire?!") and second, the non-insulated rooms are closed off to conserve heat. Heating two stories of a leaky old Philadelphia-style can get incredibly expensive, no matter what you do to your windows. So good old-fashioned Yankee frugality to the rescue.
We don't bother heating the kitchen because the stove heats the room up right nicely when cooking and even with weatherstripping, the "new" back staircase door is so inefficient it might as well be a screen door. The downstairs bathroom stays shut as well, though that can make for a rather chilly toilet seat. We often close the TV room off, too, though it's got the southern exposure and can warm up right nicely when someone's in there for an extended period of time.
The concept of "closing off" a room feels very mansion-y to me. It's amusing. "Yes, we've closed off the north wing for the season. Gas bills, you know." The real problem is figuring out how to turn off the radiator in the foyer next to the outside door, whose only purpose, it seems, is to heat the foyer and the outside door. Let's get rid of that energy drain.
This year however, Tracy hit upon a bit of a snag in the room-closing off. To hear him put it, he'd gone and shut the kitchen door and left it shut, and was happily going about his business downstairs when he noticed the cat was seriously giving him the evil eye. He wasn't demanding anything or playing Lassie ("What is it? Timmy in trouble? Litterbox full? You saw a bird? What?") but just acting generally grumpy.
Turns out, of course, the kitchen is where the cat dishes are, having been moved down there earlier this summer when I was worried about bugs in the eaves getting into his food. (Now his hidey hole just contains his litterbox, which is still all right by me.) But what with the kitchen door closed and all, well, Mr. The Cat considered that to be quite an affront to his culinary sensibilities. It's funny that he didn't just go up to the door and try to claw his way through it or otherwise; if I'd been the one hanging around downstairs, I'm sure he would've jumped up on the couch, nudged me mercilessly, and then attempted to dig under the door. (This morning he was actually jumping up to smack the bathroom doorknob while I was taking a shower. Bad cat! Wait your turn!) Maybe he just acts passive-aggressive around other people.
This means that with newspaper spread out or a nice plastic tray with raised edges to minimize the amount of mess he makes (when he takes a bite, he shakes his head for some reason and throws kibble around the room) Mr. The Cat will be taking his meals in the heated dining room from now on.
Just don't ask me to serve him food in a cut crystal goblet and tap it with a fork. ding ding ding!
Sounds like it's time to bust out the Great Stuff
Then you can use the leftovers for scuplture.
|Date:||October 15th, 2007 04:04 pm (UTC)|| |
you are brilliant. i am going to get a plastic tray with raised edges to put under the litterbox. i have been using catpaper
but it's kind of a lose.
|Date:||October 15th, 2007 04:11 pm (UTC)|| |
Is it possible that Mr. The Cat has something to say about this on his own blog?
Some of his fans are bored at work.
If I were to close off a room containing food, someone would find my dead, partially-eaten body three days later.
Speaking of throwing kibble, Yoda - due to his jaw condition - has difficulty with the whole chewing thing. He leaves teeny little bits of chewed kibble everywhere he eats. Sometimes, if the other cats are bugging him, he will take special pieces of kibble to his hidey holes (which can easily be identified by the trail of chewed kibble bits.) That's his fatal flaw when it comes to hiding.
Capone is doing that head shaking thing. If I haven't crushed her pills well enough, she finds some shards and shakes them out onto the floor beside her dish along with a fine spray of chewed up expensive cat food made with chicken parts (which Yoda will eat if I don't clean it up immediately).
Yeah, I'm like one step from the whole crystal goblet thing. One. step.
|Date:||October 15th, 2007 06:42 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Royale with Cheez
cheese gives cats the splatters
oh boy howdy do we know this from experience
|Date:||October 16th, 2007 04:14 am (UTC)|| |
Re: Royale with Cheez
But rockin' PF reference! (? looks like imitation crab)
Mr. The Cat will be taking his meals in the heated dining room from now on.
Sounds awfully in keeping with the Manorial theme, though. I think you should acquire a smoking jacket for wintertime use.
Yes, yes, Mr. The Cat does indeed lord over his manor (have you ever seen him in repose on the purple papasan? While he has no courtiers or visitors, he's definitely holding court in the living room.) I would definitely enjoy the wearing of a smoking jacket, even though it would just be a jacket in this case; at least 1/3 of the manor staff are allergic to tobacco smoke. I have a big black terrycloth bathrobe which served well as an Edward Gorey-ish housecoat, but it's long since past its service. So off to the, uh, jacketdasher we go?