Doozer

D is For…

Doozer, our cat. And today is his birthday.

Last Valentine’s Day, a Nor’easter left much of Connecticut buried in snow (I think I measured 36″ on our deck). A few days later, a young cat was found on the street, attempting to birth her kittens in a snowbank. Luckily, a good Samaritan scooped up the inexperienced mother and her kittens and brought them home, keeping them safe and warm until they were old enough to adopt. Doozer was the last of the kittens to find a home and we are so glad he waited for us. He has been a wonderful addition to our family. Happy birthday, Doozer!

Doozer · Knitting

As Promised…

…some knitting content. Yes, in spite of being completely preoccupied with NaNoWriMo, I have gotten some actual knitting done.

First, the Charade socks I’ve been working on.

I was doing them in the traditional manner–one sock, cuff down–and got all the way to the toe shaping, which I proceeded to f*ck up royally. Since I had also screwed up made a teensy mistake at the top of the gusset, I decided to frog back to the gusset rather that just frog the toe. And then I said, screw this, I’m going to knit these 2-at-a-time-toe-up style. So here we are–heel turned and heading up the leg toward the cuff.

Lastly, poor Doozer was prowling around last night, bored out of his mind. Most of the toys we bought him when he first came to use are completely trashed, so I took pity on him and knitted him this mouse.

Unfortunately I didn’t have any catnip, so the impact of this toy wasn’t as great, but hell, it’s better than a poke in the eye nothing. Today, a trip to the pet store…

Cheers!

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It’s Official

Doozer is toilet-trained.

Last night, I removed the remains of the CitiKitty litter tray and sprinkled just a few grains of litter on the toilet seat (you know, as a hint). I admit, I was nervous. That tray was all that stood between me and shoveling cat litter every day. This morning, I woke to a cheerful “Mommy, Doozer made a poop in the potty!” sung out by my soon-to-be-six-year-old. Later, I caught the cat making number one in the potty, as well.

I am beyond thrilled. Now, if only potty training a two-year old were as effortless!

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Pumpkin Picking

Last weekend we went to pick out pumpkins for Halloween. We actually weren’t going to do pumpkins this year–our condo is small, so there really isn’t the space for carving, and the kids here do not seem to go trick-or-treating. I think we are planning on getting our tricks-and-treats in my friend Sage’s neighborhood. Anyway, my friend Dawn offered to keep the pumpkins at her house and to host the carving as well. So off we went, in the blazing October sun (90° that day!), to pick out pumpkins.

A grand time was had by all.

And now for some kitty cat humiliation.

Which costume should Doozer “wear” for Halloween?

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Cat Update

The cat is not yet toilet trained, but we’re getting there. My first choice training method would have been great, but it involved me having to catch him using the litter in the toilet and “show” him to put his paws on the seat, not keep them in the bowl. This presented a couple of problems. I have two little kids and a household to manage. I was rarely able to catch him at the right moment. Also, the few times I DID catch him, I would praise him and pet him and gently move a paw out onto the seat and he would glare at me in the most scornful way. You know that look–cats are very good at it.

So, I decided to get one of these. Doozer is doing well with it so far. Next week I will remove the #2 ring and he will have to start putting his paws on the seat. I am a little anxious about this part since he is very stubborn about this, but I think it will work out alright. I can’t wait for this process to be finished. I’m dreadfully tired of all the cat litter in every corner of my bathroom.

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Picture if you will…

You are a certain young boy-kitty. You’ve spent the day at the vet, caged and drugged, having a certain sensitive part of your anatomy removed. (Which is just as well since you didn’t quite know what to do with some strange feelings you’ve been having.) You arrive at home, sore, loopy, famished, and dying of thirst. You search for water, anxious to wet your throat and soothe your upset stomach. What about here?

No, you need something more wet, more watery, more challenging to your vast intellect and that showcases your clever water-finding skills. There, up on the table! The female hairless ape known as “mommy” has the very thing you are searching for in her strange mitts. You risk a dizzy jump and sidle up.

Ahh,

that’s much better.

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Cat Portrait


My totally awesome sister did a portrait of Doozer for me. Isn’t it cute?

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Step One

I know that I’ve mentioned to a few close friends and family members, as well as the vet, that we have decided to train Doozer to use the toilet. It’s not so much that cleaning out the box is a hassle (it is, but I’ll do it) as it is that Doozer is very clumsy in there–stepping in his business and tracking it into my bed. Doozer seems to be a very bright cat and is always very interested in all the goings-on in the toilet, so we figured he’d be a good candidate for this process. I’ve adapted it slightly, but I think it will still work.

Step one: wherein the toilet is filled with cat litter (and the cat is intrigued):

He declared that this was a fantastic idea:

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Time Marches On

I realized today that my adorable little 10 week old kitten is now 15 weeks old and hence, no longer an adorable little kitten. Sadly, he is now a tween, a mini-cat.

He has reached the age where indoor cats must start learning manners. I find myself saying things like “No, you may not jump up on the table and shove your nose into E’s cereal bowl while he’s eating,” or “No, you may not piss on the towels or in the bathtub just because your litter box is not as pristine as you like,” and “No, you may not run out the front door as soon as it opens.” Then there’s my personal favorite, “No, you may not wake me up at 4 am by biting my ankles.”

Doozer spends most of his day by either napping or terror-assing around the house, by either sleeping peacefully or ambushing everyone who crosses his path. Currently, his favorite hiding place is under the dresser in the foyer. Yesterday, I was hamstrung. If he were a tiger and I were a gazelle, I would have been tiger food.

I have to say, I love this little kitty and we are so glad he is part of our family. He fits in so well that it feels like we have always had him. The hardest part so far is that he seems to like Isaac more than he likes me.

That’s okay, though.

Doozer · Knitting

Taking Care of Business

I’m actually getting knitting work done. Here is the Booga Bag:

It’s officially off the needles, but I haven’t felted it yet, so I’m not counting it as a FO. It’s in the laundry pile and will be felted tomorrow.

Here are the Monkey Socks when I started them a couple of days ago:


And here they are tonight:

I’ve started the heel flap and will probably finish the first sock this weekend. This is an awesome pattern. If you haven’t knit these up yet… Go. Go now and knit one up. I’ll wait. … … See? Isn’t is awesome? The pattern repeat looks very intricate, but it’s actually very simple. Thank you thank you thank you Cookie A. I love it.

I’ve also done another swatch for TKGA and reknit one of them. Photos of those to follow at a later time.

Lastly, we’ve had Doozer for almost 2 weeks now and he ROCKS. He fits in so well with our family, it’s like we’ve always had him.

Cool, right?