R.I.P Ahab

Feb. 6th, 2009 03:23 pm
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Cat)
Ahab, 15 years old, died today.  Here he is watching hockey on a happier day: 



marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Cat)
Not Babygate-as-in-Watergate, sorry.  We're getting ready for Charlie to become a scoocher or a crawler, which means we need to put up baby gates.  However, here at La Casa Tripodesta, baby gates will be an insurmountable cat barrier.  Poor Ahab has had to deal with lap displacement and other indignities, and we really don't want to mess with his world any more than we already have, so I'm hoping we can find a baby gate that a 3-legged, non-jumping slender cat can get through easily.  Any suggestions? 
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Default)
Ahab (cat) is stalking an invisible bug. Either he's getting crazy in his old age, or it's too small or zippy for me to see. Either of those things would be fine and I'd pay him no mind, except that we just saw Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Red Ants today. ANTS! I have invisble ants in my study!!! Ahab, SIC!

Edited to add: A third possibility is that the cat is just messing with me.
marydell: My hand holding a medusa head sculpture (by me) that's missing its snakes (Default)
My cat Ahab doesn't like people food, except for tuna fish. And he doesn't even like the fish itself, he just likes the water from the can. I've had the habit for my entire life of giving a little water from the can of tuna to the resident cat(s) so they'll stop meowing at me while I make a sandwich. Once I've spoiled the tuna with mayo they're no longer interested, and as long as I don't give them more than a flake or two of actual tuna there's no barfing or unhappiness.

Anyway, Ahab is finicky to the point that he won't eat cat treats, so until a couple of years ago he didn't bother me about Tuna and I didn't give him any tuna water. But then I did, and he liked it, so now he's decided that anything that requires standing at the counter to prepare must be Tuna. He meows when I'm cutting up an apple; he meows when hubby makes a cup of coffee, he meowed at me this morning when I was putting shedd's spread on a bagel.

Generally putting the food in question under his nose makes him shut up and go away in a huff, once he realizes that it's not tuna, but hubby gets alarmed when I do that because he's afraid Ahab will stick his nose in my food, and he's more fastidious than I am (hubby, I mean. So is Ahab, probably). Every other cat I've had or known can tell the difference between tuna and not-tuna from approximately one block away, but Ahab just has to see for himself, I guess.

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