Reflections from 2011 (contains cat material)

The year 2011 was neither good nor bad for us.

Nothing really happened--the only major thing? Getting a new pair of hearing aids....which we're still working on fine tuning. And I guess moving out of the "city" was a pretty big deal, too. AND. Andrew accepting a new job. All-in-all it was a good year. 

A lot of tears were shed (some where out of hatred, others were shed out of laughter). I think it's best to share some funny and cute moments of 2011. The one's I remember involve the cats. (Sorry?!?) 

Funny moment #1: Cat-in-a-basket. 

More cute than funny. I think it's safe to a big animal sleeping in a small basket/box is rather cute. The picture is from my cellphone, hence the poor quality. 

Funny Moment #2: Sensitive tummy. 

This shouldn't be funny, but it is. One of the cats is part Maine Coon.  While he isn't as big as the cat in the picture, he's still rather large...not fat, just really stocky with bits of fat here and there. (We nicked-named him Fatty/McFattster).Sometime in 2011, I decided to try out all-natural, grain-free cat food. While I made sure to follow the package directions for the "phasing into the new food", Fatty would still throw up. The fact that the vomit had whole chucks of food in it...kinda told me something. We already solved the "eating too fast" thing (with a special feeder). After a little internet research, I found out that Fatty could have a sensitive stomach. SO! Fatty now eats Purina One Sensitive Stomach cat food. 

What makes the whole story funny? Fatty weighs about 20 pounds. He eats anything and everything off the floor with no problems (ok, so window treatments don't go down very well). 

Funny Moment #3: Chasing bugs on the wall/floor. Particularly, the grasshopper incident. 

My cats are so domesticated that it takes about 30-45 minutes to kill a grasshopper. Their "killing" technique is more like "bat, bat, sniff, bat. Oh, it's dead? Oh, dear". I think my cats had grasshopper breathe for days on end. 

Honorable Mention: 

The tin foil ball. Seriously, I don't bother buying traditional cat toys. 

Running. My Baby Girl runs like an gazelle. Fatty? Is so fatty-stocky that he doesn't run at all, but moves like  panther.