Jake is ready for his close-up:
Hard to believe it’s two years tomorrow!
I was pleasantly surprised to see this lovely blue Abyssinian on I Can Has Cheezburger yesterday:
Of course, he’s yawning, not yelling, but still…
Living with Abys turns you into a detective, a forensic scientist, and a very light sleeper. The other night, we’d all gone to bed and the house was dark and quiet when I heard a
from the general direction of the kitchen. It sounded plastic, rather than glass, so I wasn’t really alarmed. I reckoned it was just the plastic measuring cup we keep on the counter. But the sound continued, evolving into more of a BANGing, and sounding as though it was migrating from the kitchen towards the bedroom. Muttering words beginning with the letters W, T, and F, I got up to investigate and found this:
Jacoby and Tessie went to the groomer’s this past Sunday, makes their own treats, including granulated chicken powder for sprinkling on top of food. I picked one up and tried it on their canned food Sunday and Monday nights, but they didn’t seem to be overly excited by it, so I skipped it the next couple of nights. And that’s what was being used by a hockey puck across the floors of our apartment.
I have to apologise for the lack of photo quality on these; I couldn’t find a flashlight, so I used the flashlight app on my phone…which is actually a good thing, since if I’d actually had the flashlight there wouldn’t be any photographic evidence of this at all (and this becomes important later).
The culprit was Jacoby, of course. (Who else could it possibly have been?) Doesn’t he seem proud of his accomplishment?
I picked up the shaker container and put it back in the kitchen, carefully securing it in the little box we keep all the cat food additives and supplements in. Then I went back to bed.
In the morning I’m getting ready for work when I hear my husband say, “What is all this powder all over the place!? What happened?” And when I go to look, I see what he’s talking about; the shaker was back in the entryway, having somehow been separated from its cap, which was on the living room rug. The little wooden box had been knocked off of the counter and its contents were scattered all over the kitchen floor. And granulated chicken powder was everywhere!
“Why didn’t you make sure the lid was on tight?” my husband asked me. “I DID!” I retorted. “In fact, I haven’t even opened it for days. I didn’t think they liked this powder that much, so I haven’t used it recently.”
“Then how did it get opened?” was his next question. And it’s a really good one, too. I have no freaking clue how it got opened. The lid on that bottle is a screw-top, and it’s smooth. I have no idea how anyone could open that thing without thumbs. Jake, either alone or with one or more accomplices, must have worked all night long on getting it open. Since there wasn’t any powder in the kitchen, and the lid was in the living room, it didn’t open on impact after being knocked from the counter to the floor.
I really need to set up some kind of motion-activated video camera to solve these sorts of mysteries.
And, in the comments of that post, I was alerted to another fashion-forward Abyssinian on Etsy:
I don’t know her name, but isn’t she lovely? And couldn’t you just see them all at a dance?
Toki and Jake would fight over the pretty girl, wouldn’t they? Although I am told that “Toki would never wear the strawberry beret to a dance/ball! Since Jake has the elegant black tux and top hat, Toki would wear.. a deep grey suit with a silver and blue paisley cravat and midnight blue waistcoat.”
Because I wear green polo shirts when I take Jacoby on therapy visits, I thought it would be cute to get him a green polo shirt of his own.
Little did I know he’d look like such a frat boy in it!
How cool is he with his popped collar?
If Jake went to Cat College, he’d definitely be B.C.O.C. (Big Cat on Campus). He’d probably pledge Kappa Alpha Tau.
As if I didn’t have enough interests and hobbies, I have recently discovered Art Clay Silver. This marvelous technological wonder is, basically, clay, which when fired becomes fine silver! The best part is, if you use the right kind of clay, you can fire it on your gas stove.
I took endless clay handbuilding classes from the time I was 5 or 6 until I was in my teens, and then in college I did a lot of metalworking, jewellery making, silversmithing and enamelling, so to discover silver clay was something of a revelation.
The first thing I wanted to make was a three-dimensional, silver version of this photo:
Which is one of my all-time favourite shots of Jacoby and Angel. Probably an ambitious first project for someone new to the medium, but I am not the type to shrink from an artistic challenge.
Here is my “Ninja vs. Pirate” captured in silver:
I couldn’t quite get Jake’s arms up the way they were in the photo…
…but if you look very closely, you can see Angel’s only got one eye!
I also made a silver version of this photo of Tessie and Kylie from when Kylie was about 2½ months old:
The bases are actually pieces of moose antler that I bought at a pet supply store – they’re sold as dog chews!