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Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Les Chats Have Arrived
My pet-sitting obligations have begun and so far, no good.
The two sibling felines are so terrified they’ve not stirred from their hiding place: a large cabinet that sets on a hollow pedestal. We’ve had this piece of furniture for years, yet I had no idea that from the back of it, its base is open and stands about 6 inches high. (Silly me. I thought we had nowhere the cats could escape to and in less than a minute, the cats knew right where to go.) The poor cats can’t even stand up, which I suppose was fine for the first few hours of their concealment but makes for a poor long-term choice of refuge.
They talked to me momentarily this morning when I tried to entice them out with their favorite canned food, but they couldn’t bring themselves into the light. I’m heading to the store next for some premium catnip toys.
I’m trying not to take this personally, especially in light of the fact that other neighborhood kitties follow me around, RUN to me when they see me going down the street.
While I’m trying to prove myself worthy of the sisters’ trust, you might enjoy watching Will Braden’s Henri, a cat whose ennui reminds me of our Burmese. (Then, don’t miss Henri 2, Paw de Deux.)
The two sibling felines are so terrified they’ve not stirred from their hiding place: a large cabinet that sets on a hollow pedestal. We’ve had this piece of furniture for years, yet I had no idea that from the back of it, its base is open and stands about 6 inches high. (Silly me. I thought we had nowhere the cats could escape to and in less than a minute, the cats knew right where to go.) The poor cats can’t even stand up, which I suppose was fine for the first few hours of their concealment but makes for a poor long-term choice of refuge.
They talked to me momentarily this morning when I tried to entice them out with their favorite canned food, but they couldn’t bring themselves into the light. I’m heading to the store next for some premium catnip toys.
I’m trying not to take this personally, especially in light of the fact that other neighborhood kitties follow me around, RUN to me when they see me going down the street.
While I’m trying to prove myself worthy of the sisters’ trust, you might enjoy watching Will Braden’s Henri, a cat whose ennui reminds me of our Burmese. (Then, don’t miss Henri 2, Paw de Deux.)
Saturday, June 18, 2011
You Must Do The Thing Which You Think You Cannot Do
It’s raining here today, which reminds me of mud, and mud brings to mind this little sweetie:
Cinders suffers from a fear of mud—a rare disorder for an animal that typically 1) Takes great pleasure in wet dirt, and 2) Values exploration above nearly all else. While her siblings frolicked in muck, Cinders watched from the sidelines, trembling.
Feeling her pain, Cinders’ guardians fitted her with special tiny Wellingtons—solution enough for her to resume typical piglet behavior, proving the truth in Eleanor Roosevelt’s sage advice: “You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.” (Though you may need some special workaround, e.g., Wellies, to get the job done.)
[Pic from Ross Parry Agency.]
Cinders suffers from a fear of mud—a rare disorder for an animal that typically 1) Takes great pleasure in wet dirt, and 2) Values exploration above nearly all else. While her siblings frolicked in muck, Cinders watched from the sidelines, trembling.
Feeling her pain, Cinders’ guardians fitted her with special tiny Wellingtons—solution enough for her to resume typical piglet behavior, proving the truth in Eleanor Roosevelt’s sage advice: “You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.” (Though you may need some special workaround, e.g., Wellies, to get the job done.)
[Pic from Ross Parry Agency.]
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