Jem the wondercat takes the short bus 11.12.08

Jem the wonder cat takes the short bus
Current mood: amused
Category: Pets and Animals

I know, can cats really be stupid? Well I think so. Here's why-oh and don't get me wrong, I love my Jem kitty dearly, he provides unconditional love and hours upon hours of entertainment. Over the last couple of weeks here are some things the ever intelligent feline has done that made me laugh out loud and talk excessively about my feline friends.

I have a framed print of Cafe Terrace At Night by Van Gogh hanging on my wall. The print is covered by a thin layer of plastic so it has some slight reflections in it if the lighting is just right. My TV sits under the print on a stand. My cat has started jumping on top of the TV and sitting facing the print staring into it for hours on end. He notices the kitty in the cafe (which there isn't, its his own reflection) and desperately wants to befriend that kitty. He wants to cross over into the world of Van Gogh and the kitty on the terrace under the moonlight, but alas, he cannot cross over into that world. He stares longingly at the cat and the picture, his tail flopping back and forth across my TV screen as he stalks his own reflection.

Then yesterday I decided to get a covered litter box for my lovely felines and Jem...well, got into the litter box but could not figure out how to move the flap to let himself out of the box...so he cried until I saved him...and quickly removed the flapping door so that he could use the bathroom in peace and not get stuck.

Jem the wondercat strikes again 5/19/07

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Jem the wondercat strikes again Current mood: amused Alrighty, for those of you who don't know I have two cats. Scout-the sweetest, most loving cat in the universe...and Jem. Jem has a history of not being the brightest cat in the world... Just now...the brillian animal got himself stuck inside an open box. Allow me to explain...I am moving. I just taped the bottom of a box together by having the box upside down so I could tape the bottom together. I taped the bottom together and Jem, the wondercat, jumped on top of the empty box bottom side up recently taped....of course because Jem is not slender, the tape gave way and Jem fell inside. Ten minutes later he figured out how to get out. More Jem the wondercat stories on the way....

Jem the wondercat strikes again....part 2 7.11.07

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Jem the wondercat strikes again...part 2 Current mood: amused Category: Pets and Animals Brilliant tabby cat strikes again. Andy was grilling dinner on the back porch. My new apartment has a lovely back yard with a deck. The yard is totally fenced in so sometimes I let Jem outside with me. Well, when Andy came in with our food the door didn't close tightlly so Jem goes out to play. About an hour later I realized he was missing. It was about 11pm. I start freaking out and go to call his name. While he may get himself into binds every now and again, he does know his name and does come when I call him. Except this time. I called for 20 minutes. No Jem. But I do hear a pitiful little meow. I look all over and can't tell where its coming from until I look over the fence. My yard has a tall privacy fence all around it-except on the deck. The deck has spindles and overlooks the neigbhors yard-but its a good five foot drop from my deck to the neighbor's yard. So where is Jem? In the neighbor's yard. Their gate is locked and he can't jump out because the jump is too steep and the railing slats are too tight. Brilliant, eh? I have to lure him into the front yard then through a chain link gate so that I can get his furry behind back in the house before the ghetto boxers next door come out to EAT HIM.

Jem the wondercat takes the short bus 11.12.08

Jem the wonder cat takes the short bus
Current mood: amused
Category: Pets and Animals

I know, can cats really be stupid? Well I think so. Here's why-oh and don't get me wrong, I love my Jem kitty dearly, he provides unconditional love and hours upon hours of entertainment. Over the last couple of weeks here are some things the ever intelligent feline has done that made me laugh out loud and talk excessively about my feline friends.

I have a framed print of Cafe Terrace At Night by Van Gogh hanging on my wall. The print is covered by a thin layer of plastic so it has some slight reflections in it if the lighting is just right. My TV sits under the print on a stand. My cat has started jumping on top of the TV and sitting facing the print staring into it for hours on end. He notices the kitty in the cafe (which there isn't, its his own reflection) and desperately wants to befriend that kitty. He wants to cross over into the world of Van Gogh and the kitty on the terrace under the moonlight, but alas, he cannot cross over into that world. He stares longingly at the cat and the picture, his tail flopping back and forth across my TV screen as he stalks his own reflection.

Then yesterday I decided to get a covered litter box for my lovely felines and Jem...well, got into the litter box but could not figure out how to move the flap to let himself out of the box...so he cried until I saved him...and quickly removed the flapping door so that he could use the bathroom in peace and not get stuck.

Fightin Cats

Four years ago I was wandering through the Oak Park main street shopping area and entered a high flautin pet boutique. My cats are neither high flautin nor boutique types, but I figured I'd check it out. As I perused the over priced specialty items for pets I saw an adorable white woven basket with a light pink and green corduroy pillow on clearance. Jem sleeps by me every night. Scout never really had her own place to sleep, so I bought the basket for my baby girl-after all it was pink corduroy! I brought it home, all excited to show it to Scout. She couldn't care less. She didn't give it a second look. Jem, avoided it for a while too but eventually he started sleeping in it. So, my big, black and white, male tabby cat was sleeping in a pink woven basket lined with corduroy-oh well, at least it wasn't a waste. Over the last few years, I would happily see Jem curled up in his basket snoozing away at least a few times a week, Scout never set a paw in the basket. Until last week.

Then all hell broke loose. I came home from a day of job hunting or family fun and looked at the basket surprise to see Scout curled up in it. Jem was laying on the couch staring at his pink corduroy bed with daggers in his eyes towards his sister. He got up, layed down in front of the basket and started rolling around on his back and reaching out to touch his former place of rest. He was trying to seduce his sister out of the warm courderoy. Scout smirked at him, curled up, and promptly went to sleep. Jem was not to be deterred. He sat up and smacked his sister. Just all out wacked her in the head. She woke up and it was on. The war of the basket began.

My cats are siblings, they have never been apart and they play together frequently wrestling, chasing each other, etc. This was not a simple play fight. They were serious! Jem was holding Scout down and biting her ear but Scout would not give up the basket. She had her plump body filling up the pink corduroy and her paws were flying against her brother.

In the end, Scout kept possession of the basket. Now, I find Scout in the basket every day and find Jem laying on the cold, hard, floor next to the basket looking longingly at his former place of solice. For now, Scout has posession of the basket. I guess Jem had it for four years, and now its Scouts turn.