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August 6, 2006


dog days of summer are for the cats
posted by soe 7:17 pm

Rudi and I decided to mosey out into the heat today for a local neighborhood’s Dog Days of Summer sale.

We explored a few shops along U Street we hadn’t been in before and stopped at Love Café for discounted cupcakes (Rudi opted for hazlenut frosting on a chocolate cupcake, while I went for the adventurous lime frosting on vanilla).

We turned down 14th Street to explore more parts of the sale. Rudi found a record shop hidden under some stairs. I visited a new vet that was just opening up and brought home some food samples and cat treats.

We next stopped at the local gardening shop, where we bought some saucers to go under a couple pots we had as well as a larger pot for our tomatoes to go into.

Finally, we ended up at a pet store (the kind that sells stuff for your pet as opposed to the kind that sells pets), where we picked up some new toys for the cats — soft balls for Della (who doesn’t appreciate them as much in the Burrow as she did in Connecticut where she liked to chase them down the stairs before bringing them back up to you to throw again), some nubby bouncy balls, and some plastic springs.

The toys were met with delight by the cats. But after Rudi left to go do some shopping and my back was turned at the computer, Della descended from the top of the dresser, went digging in my bag, and surfaced with the cat treats. Apparently she felt that I was holding out on the good stuff!

What could I do in the face of such undaunted ingenuity? I promptly parceled out the whole bag of treats amongst the three cats, who then tottered off to their own preferred spots to sleep off a delicious snack.

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And you ask about Callie and Chloe…

They were making a huge racket this am so we hopped out of bed to see what they had done…apparently they’d been reading my magazines as they were strewn all over the floor. We tsked at them and went back upstairs only to hear some time later a loud thud. I went downstairs to find Callie doing flips in the sun of the office; I watched Chloe go under the sofa seemingly covered with cat litter while I wondered why…till I realized they’d climbed onto the dry sink and had found the plastic bag with the last of the catnip…..needless to say, there was none left; it was over them, over the floor, on their perch, everywhere. They must have known I had planned to put it into the scratching pad yesterday, but had not gotten around to it. I guess they showed me!!!!!

Comment by mum 08.06.06 @ 11:10 pm