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It is wild to me that the pest most damaging to my corn is my cat.
He had his teeth removed a few months ago, and can no longer chew regular grass, so he seems to be taking the still small corn as a substitute. 😐
In other news: Bloody Dock! Good King Henry! Gooseberries! Tomato flowers! Black currants turning black!
Tonight is strawberry jam night.
I've decided to write a book. A different one.That's it!
#gardening #ContainerGardening #GrowYourOwn #GigiGarden #Williscat -
It's easy to forget the implications of corn being grass until you find the old man cat trying to gum it to death.
Mercifully, he had all his teeth removed several months ago.
By the way, I'm really loving the Painted Mountain corn. It is beautiful.
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Oh.
His eye is open in the photo.I guess I moved around too much while trying to line up a shot; he was quite soundly asleep when I started.
He was mad at me for a while because I force fed him again today after not doing it for a couple of days, but he seems to have forgiven me as he is stretched out as ridiculously long as he can be, across me as I lounge in the hammock.
Don't tell him, but he's probably going to get force fed again once more today because I need him to eat way more calories than he's voluntarily putting in his face.
He's had a rough month, but his breathing is much better now and he's learning how to navigate the world with no teeth.
I caught him trying to eat dry lemongrass. 😐
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I have been focussed on my poor sick BumBum and not following the #JesseBrownMeltdown as closely for the past couple of days, but YIKES!
Time to catch up.
https://pressprogress.ca/jesse-brown-insists-hes-done-nothing-wrong/
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Waiting for the vet's office to call me and let me know that my fuzzy buddy came through the surgery fine.
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My buddy and I have been spending more time at the vet than either of us would like. And it's not over yet.
But he has lived twice as long as I was told he was going to when I took him in at 7 for eating the ridiculous amount of string that clogged his intestines.
He is my beloved expensive pussycat.
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It is good to be grateful for the good things like fresh bread and the vet calling you to tell you his biopsy wasn't cancerous.
I have been stress-baking ALL the bread lately.
My beloved putty tat now has a cold, but he has a nice warm spot in the comfiest chair with 2 of my coats.
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My little buddy is home from the vet in a state I can only describe as "drunk and hungry."
He wasn't allowed to eat since 10 last night and he is just coming out from the sedation and it is quite the combo.
He reminds me of babysitting some friends in my twenties.Maybe I should get him some hardboiled eggs and chili.
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I don't know what I was expecting with the guarantee of "a mouse in every can," but he seems to like it.
He's struggling a bit, and I need him to eat every calorie I can get in him.
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Lap jail is real, y'all.
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I celebrated Dress Your Pet Up Day with a simple red bow.
He's old and really seems to hate it these days. Also he sleeps a lot.
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I don't mind being held hostage as a cat bed when I can still do work, but I have dropped my tablet now and thus the feet in my face are going to have to move.
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I am not ready to say goodbye to this precious face yet.
And I don't think he is ready to say goodbye yet either. He hadn't eaten food on his own since Thursday. I have been force feeding him, which, as you can imagine, has made him less than thrilled with me.
But he just went and ate a couple of mouthfuls of the softest duck and climbed into the hammock with me. I hope that means he's turning a corner.
He's lost so much weight in just a couple of days because I cannot cram enough calories into him.
My heart.
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Willis used to bring me mice.
Sometimes they'd be headless.
And I would always give him a little handful of treats in trade for the body which I would then take away and dispose of, and not, oddly enough, eat.Well one day I came home and somehow interrupted the process, and he hadn't killed the mouse yet.
And the mouse got away, but I gave him treats anyway.
You might be able to see where this is going.
For the next week, he kept bringing me what I'm pretty sure was the SAME MOUSE, ALIVE, and waiting for treats.
I stopped giving him treats.
And he stopped killing mice.This, except it's a scooter being stolen.
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This guy is convinced that I am stealing one of his tube treats when I have a freezie.
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#Williscat is no longer allowed outside on this fine #Caturday, because Willis seems to have decided that the way to deal with neighbour kitty pissing on all of his favourite spots, is to kick neighbour kitty's ass.
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Guess who's back inside after having learned the lesson that birds are a bunch of flying rat finks?
They let me know that somebody had escaped through a hole in the fence.
"Hey lady! Lady! Your cat's over here! A cat! A cat!"
🐦🐦⬛🕊🐦⬛🐦It was obvious what they were saying, even to me, a non-bird.
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This is a photo of an asshole.
I've been letting him sit in the yard with me while I garden, even though he has clearly been desiring to sit in the yard beside.There is a hole in the fence and we both know it. But mostly I see him slinking toward the hole and intercept him.
But yesterday, I was distracted by something and he made it through the hole.
So I got to walk all around the neighbourhood trying to find him. Going from house to house, asking if I could look in their yard, and THEN doing it all over again once it got dark with a flashlight because his harness reflects light.
I know his MO: he doesn't go far, but he does like to hide. This is why he has the reflective harness.
Once, I caught him sitting in front of a grey door, and I only saw him on like the fifth pass because the light happened to catch him and I spotted his eyes. He was just sitting there, watching me go up and down the street calling him.
He also likes to sit UNDER things where the shadow falls on him and he is basically invisible.
Yesterday was also a day of cooking an antifa turkey. You can probably tell where the story is going.
The turkey was very much delayed both in going in the oven, and then in the sides being finished, because somebody had to spend a lot of time looking for a certain other somebody.
"Why worry," you might ask.
Because there are coyotes. I saw one eating a dead squirrel off the road in the middle of the night. And I do not want Willis to be a coyote snack.Eventually, the turkey did make it out of the oven. And GUESS WHO magically reappeared banging on the door to be let back inside within minutes.
Asshole.
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It's official.
I've lost my damned mind.I'm feeling the urge to knit a matching sweater for my cat.
I mean, part of it because I am knitting something huge and I really just need to knit something fast to give myself a sense of accomplishment, but also, Willis could kind of use a sweater.
He's getting up there in years.I'm thinking of using the heathered blue to coordinate with my heathered green, and he's a Russian blue, so it should set off his fur nicely.
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While waiting for the marmalade to cook down a bit, I made the mistake of testing out my hammock snake. I'm looming it out of phentex, inspired by a weird pseudo-camo end I acquired.
"Why 'mistake'?" you ask?
Because my cat is obsessed with the hammock.Originally, this led me to dream that I could take my cat camping.
Yeah. Let that sink in a moment.Alas, there is something about the way the fabric moves that makes him really really bitey. He's good for a few minutes, and sometimes he just curls up and goes to sleep in either just the windsock or the hammock itself depending on how I have it hooked up.
But sometimes something will move, like one of the shock cords or just a ripple in the parachute silk and he loses his god damn mind and starts biting and jumping around like a complete asshole. Let me tell you it's not pleasant to be trapped in such a tiny space with him turning into a pile of razor blades.
(It's too dark to get a photo of the butthole and he was moving around too much even if it wasn't.)
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I should definitely not stray too far from this scene.
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Also:
#Willis says hi.Okay, no he doesn't. He's having a bath. And he would like me to go away and stop interrupting.
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Me last evening:
🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔
This plant is not looking good lately.
What am I doing wrong?
🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔The plant.
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I suppose I should have read between the lines.
It's not catnip.
ETA: It's apparently cat /mint/.Which considering what the French call "catnip"... 🤷🏾♀️
#CatsOfMastodon #CatsAndPlants #Catstodon #Gardening #Williscat
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When you need to do some repairs to your camping hammock, but somebody else thinks of it as a fun place to lie with mommy.
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#Williscat in all his backlit glory, thinks he should be getting some of the ketchup chips I am eating.
While I am willing to share plain chips, I do not actually believe he wants ketchup, PLUS chips make him fart the most noxious farts a cat can make.
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Make with the chicken, woman!