Okay, I’ve been tagged by Tami for a meme.
You’ve been tagged! List 5 weird things about yourself or your pets. Tag 5 friends and list them. Then, those people need to write on their blogs about their 5 weird things, state the rules, and tag 5 more people. Don’t forget to let the people you tag know by posting a comment on their blogs!
1. Gender Bender: Our dog Sarah, a female, hikes her leg when she pees. She also seeks out Emma’s fresh pee and marks on top of it. If Sarah doesn’t witness Emma relieving herself, I have only to say, “get it, Sarah” and she’ll sniff out the fresh puddle and pee over it. You can see who wears the pants in this dog family, so to speak.
2. What’s in a name?: Our Siamese-mix kitty named herself. That’s not weird, for whatever names we might sound out for them, cats inevitably name themselves. A week or so after her move into our household, she took the empty cat-food dish (a 1/4lb-size deli container) through the cat door in our kitchen closet and proceeded to bat the dish around with skill rivalling Wayne Gretzky on ice. It was when she walked across the room with the dish dangling from her jaws that we realized what she was trying to tell us. Her name was Snoopy. When we told friends and family, they said things like, “but she’s not a dog, she’s a cat. It was suggested we feminize the name as Snoopie or Snoopea. But Snoopy stuck. Who were we to argue with a cat who’d so obviously named herself? She also responds to “Heyyyyy, LittleKitty”, so we use either.
3. The Beaner: Our dog Sarah loves coffee beans and waits patiently for one when we grind our morning coffee. Both dogs love fresh fruit and veggies, and saunter into the kitchen whenever they hear me chopping something. The fact that my nasty chef knife has a thick blade is a boon to them, as it often makes chunks of baby carrots shoot off the counter as I chop them. They know this.
4. Toilet Time: The bathroom is a Happy Place for Snoopy. We brought her home from the shelter in April, just a few days before we had to drive to Baltimore for Howie’s follow-up visit with Dr. Kebaish. Since Hattie was not taking kindly to this newcomer, we decided to keep the young upstart secured in the bathroom with her towel-lined cat carrier and all necessities for the first week she was with us. We went in there often to pet her and talk to her, and when we were gone, my mother-in-law continued this in our absence. Now, whenever Snoopy hears someone walk toward the bathroom, she comes trotting in for a visit. Actually, it’s a hub of activity when anyone goes in there. The dogs know they have our undivided attention when we’re seated on the throne, plus it is a symphony of scent for them. The whole gang here just loves Toilet Time.
5. Fake it ’til you make it: We keep our cats’ litterbox and food in our kitchen closet. They have a small cat door cut in the bottom of the closet door. Even when their food dish is full, Hattie acts like she is starving. I’ve learned that I need only go through the motions. I used to open the closet door, bend down and shake the food dish, then watch as Hattie dashed in and ate. Eventually I learned that all I really had to do was open the closet door. I call this Pretending to Feed the Cat.
Hattie’s not quite so neurotic about the food since Snoopy’s here. Before Snoopy came to us, Hattie dashed toward the kitchen whenever I came out of the bathroom, meowing over her shoulder as she ran. Now Snoopy has comandeered the bathroom, so the Post-Pee Hattie Food Ritual went by the wayside. I’m glad, for it was easy to step on the dumb little thing if she slowed to let me catch up with her.