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February 25, 2008

Cassandra has a phobia against closed doors. Who knows, perhaps she fears being shut out of our lives, or something; in any case she looks (and sounds) as if she is personally affronted by all those closed doors we have. Sometimes in the evenings when we’re in bed we’ll hear her open every closet in the house. I don’t think she tries to get into the closets or anything, she just can’t abide a closed door.

Today she was more insistent than usual, trying to get into the linen closet. So I thought I’d let her see what was in there, and maybe she’d lose interest….

This is OK, I guess...

This is enough, let me down.

Her eyes are actually amber-yellow, it’s just the flash makes them look green.


October 16, 2007

POOR CATS! This has been a thoroughly miserable day for them. No food since last night (well, I removed the bowls at midnight), not allowed to go out this morning, and then being shut into the cages which they hate, having to travel by car which they don’t like much, either, and finally being pulled out of the cages (which by then seemed like havens of safety) by some unknown woman who listened to their hearts. They left damp footprints all over the vet’s desk (cats sweat through their paws).

And then I had to leave them there and pick them up a couple of hours later. By then they had been anesthetised and woken up again, and lay in the cages like little uncomprehending balls of fur. Bonadea had quite a lot of tartar to remove, but no infections in the gums or anything – though it is possible that she might develop FORL, which there is no treatment against and no way to prevent or halt. On the other hand, she might not develop it at all. The vet and the nurse both admired the cats and said they were in great health as well as really cute; I soaked it all up, of course. They also told me to brush the cats’ teeth – this could be a problem, we’ll see. I bought a tube of cat toothpaste (with liver taste, yech).

And then back home again in the nasty car, but this time they were quiet, pushing their noses into my hands through the cage doors. “Let them rest somewhere warm and dark, where they can’t fall down and hurt themselves”, the vet said. Well, the cats didn’t want any part of that. I shut them into the bathrooms, but after two minutes they were scratching the door for me to open. They almost couldn’t walk, but they would not lie still; I put down blankets and towels by every radiator in the house, but they persisted in hobbling around, falling over every so often, trying to get on the window sills and failing, trying to get on the furniture and failing, throwing up a few times (not that they had anything to throw up), and just looking really, really miserable. It was rather pathetic and sort of scary, even though I knew it was transitory.

After a few hours they calmed down, Cassandra went to sleep on my lap and Bonadea on my feet on the floor. And at eight or so they started to eat a little again. By now they seem almost back to normal, just a little unsteady on their feet. And with gleaming white teeth.


October 15, 2007

I spent the weekend singing, mostly. The choir travelled out in the semi-countryside on the outskirts of town, and practiced Rheinberger, Back, the Christmas programme and the hymns for the CD we’re about to record, until we were basically blue in the face (and not only because the house was cold). It was fun, though. I needed to get away from thinking only about the thesis, and managed to keep the computer in its bag the entire time. The Rheinberger we sing is his Cantus Missae, which we’ll sing on the All Hallows weekend; I know I’ve sung it before, probably nine or ten years ago. Beautiful music anyway, and fun to sing. Bach’s Christmas Oratory is also fun. It has been performed in Uppsala Cathedral on the first Sunday in Advent for years and years. This choir has performed it once, two years ago; then we started preparing much too late due to a rather pressed schedule earlier in the term, although I think it went well in the end (I caught a cold that weekend, two years ago, and rehearsed in the morning of the performance but had to go home after – and missed all concerts in December, always a heavy month for singing. (This year we have four concerts in December, I think, and three at the end of November, including the Christmas Oratory.)

So that was not particularly interesting to anybody except myself, I guess – be grateful I don’t start talking about the thesis. I just might, though I should really be writing it, not about it.

And tomorrow the cats have an appointment with the vet, to have their teeth cleaned from tartar. Poor fluffballs have no idea what’s in store.


September 24, 2007

The children came back later: I was outside trying to get Bonadea to agree to come in, and they were sitting on our fence so I went out there to chat with them. The girls are 5 and 7, and the boy is 7, and they are not siblings but live in the houses next to each other (and next to our house). They told me this and many other things, and I got Cassandra and held her for them so they could stroke her until she tired of it – then I took her inside and gave her some cat milk to appease her. The younger of the girls wanted to hold Cass, but I didn’t let her for there could have been some blood-shed, and I’d certainly have had to go Cassandra-hunting for quite some time. Bonadea, clever cat that she is, stayed away until they had left.

It felt very… familiar but opposite, to be the neighbour lady you come over to chat with. I mean, when I was a kid, the grownups in my street were kind people who did their incomprehensible grownup things, but were generally happy to see you and usually up for a few minutes’ chat.

So we’ll see if these become general hangers-around and fans of our cats, or if this was a passing interest of theirs and they will keep doing their incomprehensible kid things further down the street. It’s good to have some social contact with the neighbours in any case.


February 27, 2005

Here are two photos I took at 11pm last night, from our living room out towards the terrace:

Here are photos from roughly the same angles, taken at 10am this morning:

(all the small pictures are clickable, and will open as a ~100K picture in a new window)

The garbage bins (green and brown) show how much snow came the last 24 hours – there was no snow on top of them yesterday morning:

Bonadea braved the weather, though the snow reached over her head.

The best way for a cat to get anywhere is to flounder dolphin-like through the snow – which I measured next to the tracks, and it was 37 cms deep just there:

A couple of other snaps. We got snow!!


January 31, 2005

How to start this again? I don’t want to apologise, that’s just silly – but just writing an entry as if I’d never been away would also be weird.

I’ll just post a random picture, I think. (Clickable for larger size).


September 23, 2002

Cassandra is not a happy puppy. She wants to go outside on principle; all summer she and Bonadea have been allowed out as soon as either of us gets home from work, and she’ll still eagerly run up to the cupboard where we keep the cats’ collars and stand purring as we put it on her, then run meowing like crazy to the door. But then, when the door actually opens, she shrinks back and all of a sudden she’s not at all certain she wants to be outside in the nasty cold weather. But when the door is closed she makes up her mind: of course she wants to be outside! She’s a cat—she must go hunting!

Forty seconds after I’d closed the door behind her today, she was sitting on the windowsill meowing heart-rendingly. And once inside, she wandered around, telling me in no uncertain terms that she’s incredibly disappointed in me—why do I have to let it be so cold? No, not at all a happy cat.

I look forward to seeing what she’ll do when it starts snowing. . .