THE SPARKY REPORT #23

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SPARKY'S STASH

Above is a picture of Sparky playing with a stolen pencil. (Check out the thumb, not to mention the mischievous smile on her lips!) Little Miss Sticky Fingers is continuing her habit of stealing things off my desk to play with. She also steals things off the kitchen and bathroom counters. Anything that isn't nailed down. Yesterday, I went hunting for a missing earring, and found some of Sparky's toys:

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AND NOW, FOR A TASTY SNACK

Did you notice the above mangled Brillo pad with the two hand-crocheted pot scrubbers? I can't believe it, but Sparky actually ate half of a new Brillo pad. I didn't discover her deed until she upchucked beside my desk. Naturally, the dogs, being dogs, hurried into the room to inspect the vomitus. Dogs and upchuck are like adolescent boys and fart jokes–a natural and inevitable pairing. While I was in the kitchen fetching a paper towel to clean up Sparky's mess, I discovered the half-eaten Brillo pad on the floor and immediately knew what had made Sparky sick. My baby had eaten soap-impregnated steel wool! Argh! When I reached my office, the floor was clean as a whistle and Shona, my Boxer, was smacking her lips. (Dogs, being dogs . . .) I sighed, put her outside for the inevitable consequences, and a few moments later, she obligingly gagged and then spit up the soapy Brillo pad. I have idiot animals.

DEMON-POSSESSED

I've recently discovered a TV show called My Cat From Hell, and though the show is a little campy and over-acted for dramatic effect, I've picked up some very useful information on dealing with a hyperactive cat. (That would be Sparky, in case you wondered) The host is a quirky but endearing cat behaviorist named Jackson Galaxy who visits the homes of people whose cats have behavior problems. I'm employing one of Jackson's remedies for high-energy cats. (That would be Sparky, in case you wondered) The "remedy" is basically a couple of feathers attached by string to the end of a stick. You whip it around and play with the cat until it's tired. It's a great way to burn off some of that excess energy from certain cats. (That would be Sparky, in case you wondered) So yesterday I made my own feather-stick and boy howdy, did Sparky go wild! And it did tire her out, which was good. Plus, the play time was fun, and soon Shona and Sparky were both fighting for domination of the feather. Great fun for all! And after all that running around, this is how Sparky ended the day–sprawled between my knees, sound asleep, with her arms sticking up in the air!

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80 thoughts on “THE SPARKY REPORT #23”

  1. I’ve owned cats (and dogs, just not now) forever, but this is the *first* time I’ve ever heard of an animal eating a Brillo pad! EEEWWWW! Mine will share just about any type of food with me except citrus, and Pierce is fond of chewing up paper and plastic – CDs and DVDs must be kept out of his reach or else! But soapy metal?!? That takes the cake!
    Andrew, the much more laid back one of the two, got almost violent and started growling fiercely when I tried to play with them with a “feather on a stick”. So I put it away. But they both love the laser light and I can make them get a good workout with it. You might try that if you haven’t already.
    The picture of Sparky sprawled out on your legs is how I spend most evenings reading with Pierce in Sparky’s position and Andrew perpendicular across my hips and abdomen. Nice and warm in this sub-zero weather!

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  2. I’ve owned cats (and dogs, just not now) forever, but this is the *first* time I’ve ever heard of an animal eating a Brillo pad! EEEWWWW! Mine will share just about any type of food with me except citrus, and Pierce is fond of chewing up paper and plastic – CDs and DVDs must be kept out of his reach or else! But soapy metal?!? That takes the cake!
    Andrew, the much more laid back one of the two, got almost violent and started growling fiercely when I tried to play with them with a “feather on a stick”. So I put it away. But they both love the laser light and I can make them get a good workout with it. You might try that if you haven’t already.
    The picture of Sparky sprawled out on your legs is how I spend most evenings reading with Pierce in Sparky’s position and Andrew perpendicular across my hips and abdomen. Nice and warm in this sub-zero weather!

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  3. I’ve owned cats (and dogs, just not now) forever, but this is the *first* time I’ve ever heard of an animal eating a Brillo pad! EEEWWWW! Mine will share just about any type of food with me except citrus, and Pierce is fond of chewing up paper and plastic – CDs and DVDs must be kept out of his reach or else! But soapy metal?!? That takes the cake!
    Andrew, the much more laid back one of the two, got almost violent and started growling fiercely when I tried to play with them with a “feather on a stick”. So I put it away. But they both love the laser light and I can make them get a good workout with it. You might try that if you haven’t already.
    The picture of Sparky sprawled out on your legs is how I spend most evenings reading with Pierce in Sparky’s position and Andrew perpendicular across my hips and abdomen. Nice and warm in this sub-zero weather!

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  4. I’ve owned cats (and dogs, just not now) forever, but this is the *first* time I’ve ever heard of an animal eating a Brillo pad! EEEWWWW! Mine will share just about any type of food with me except citrus, and Pierce is fond of chewing up paper and plastic – CDs and DVDs must be kept out of his reach or else! But soapy metal?!? That takes the cake!
    Andrew, the much more laid back one of the two, got almost violent and started growling fiercely when I tried to play with them with a “feather on a stick”. So I put it away. But they both love the laser light and I can make them get a good workout with it. You might try that if you haven’t already.
    The picture of Sparky sprawled out on your legs is how I spend most evenings reading with Pierce in Sparky’s position and Andrew perpendicular across my hips and abdomen. Nice and warm in this sub-zero weather!

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  5. I’ve owned cats (and dogs, just not now) forever, but this is the *first* time I’ve ever heard of an animal eating a Brillo pad! EEEWWWW! Mine will share just about any type of food with me except citrus, and Pierce is fond of chewing up paper and plastic – CDs and DVDs must be kept out of his reach or else! But soapy metal?!? That takes the cake!
    Andrew, the much more laid back one of the two, got almost violent and started growling fiercely when I tried to play with them with a “feather on a stick”. So I put it away. But they both love the laser light and I can make them get a good workout with it. You might try that if you haven’t already.
    The picture of Sparky sprawled out on your legs is how I spend most evenings reading with Pierce in Sparky’s position and Andrew perpendicular across my hips and abdomen. Nice and warm in this sub-zero weather!

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  6. It sounds to me as though playing with the cat until it’s tired is pretty exhausting for the human too! I hope that the TV show has more good tips for coping with Sparky; still, life with her is never boring, is it?

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  7. It sounds to me as though playing with the cat until it’s tired is pretty exhausting for the human too! I hope that the TV show has more good tips for coping with Sparky; still, life with her is never boring, is it?

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  8. It sounds to me as though playing with the cat until it’s tired is pretty exhausting for the human too! I hope that the TV show has more good tips for coping with Sparky; still, life with her is never boring, is it?

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  9. It sounds to me as though playing with the cat until it’s tired is pretty exhausting for the human too! I hope that the TV show has more good tips for coping with Sparky; still, life with her is never boring, is it?

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  10. It sounds to me as though playing with the cat until it’s tired is pretty exhausting for the human too! I hope that the TV show has more good tips for coping with Sparky; still, life with her is never boring, is it?

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  11. Donna, had I not seen the evidence myself, I’d have never believed a cat (or even a dog!) would eat a soapy Brillo pad. Gack! (Spit, spit, gargle, gargle)
    I had a laser light, but need new batteries for it. That’s another thing I’ll bet Sparky would love. Interesting that Andrew got so worked up over the stick toy! I guess the key is to find what works for your pet and discard the ideas that don’t work, as you’ve done. In the meantime, there’s always that nice warm lap to lie upon (or equally warm hips and abdomen!)

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  12. Donna, had I not seen the evidence myself, I’d have never believed a cat (or even a dog!) would eat a soapy Brillo pad. Gack! (Spit, spit, gargle, gargle)
    I had a laser light, but need new batteries for it. That’s another thing I’ll bet Sparky would love. Interesting that Andrew got so worked up over the stick toy! I guess the key is to find what works for your pet and discard the ideas that don’t work, as you’ve done. In the meantime, there’s always that nice warm lap to lie upon (or equally warm hips and abdomen!)

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  13. Donna, had I not seen the evidence myself, I’d have never believed a cat (or even a dog!) would eat a soapy Brillo pad. Gack! (Spit, spit, gargle, gargle)
    I had a laser light, but need new batteries for it. That’s another thing I’ll bet Sparky would love. Interesting that Andrew got so worked up over the stick toy! I guess the key is to find what works for your pet and discard the ideas that don’t work, as you’ve done. In the meantime, there’s always that nice warm lap to lie upon (or equally warm hips and abdomen!)

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  14. Donna, had I not seen the evidence myself, I’d have never believed a cat (or even a dog!) would eat a soapy Brillo pad. Gack! (Spit, spit, gargle, gargle)
    I had a laser light, but need new batteries for it. That’s another thing I’ll bet Sparky would love. Interesting that Andrew got so worked up over the stick toy! I guess the key is to find what works for your pet and discard the ideas that don’t work, as you’ve done. In the meantime, there’s always that nice warm lap to lie upon (or equally warm hips and abdomen!)

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  15. Donna, had I not seen the evidence myself, I’d have never believed a cat (or even a dog!) would eat a soapy Brillo pad. Gack! (Spit, spit, gargle, gargle)
    I had a laser light, but need new batteries for it. That’s another thing I’ll bet Sparky would love. Interesting that Andrew got so worked up over the stick toy! I guess the key is to find what works for your pet and discard the ideas that don’t work, as you’ve done. In the meantime, there’s always that nice warm lap to lie upon (or equally warm hips and abdomen!)

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  16. You’re right, HJ–running up and down the hallway while dragging Sparky’s stick toy definitely gives me a workout!
    I’ve become quite fond of My Cat From Hell, because the host has such good advice, even though I sometimes roll my eyes at all the over-the-top drama. However, the show is really a big hit with viewers, and I’m learning new ways of dealing with cat behavior problems. Not that Sparky is a problem cat. She’s just young and has a wild streak, making her very independent. I’ve learned to love her special traits that years ago would have made me tear out my hair. It’s all in how you look at it.
    I used to get so exasperated at her constant jumping onto the kitchen counters–a real no-no in my house. But once I realized she was doing it because she wanted to be close to me, was interested in what I was preparing for supper, or what I was washing in the sink, and that made all the difference. I got a stool for her to sit upon, and now when I’m puttering around in the kitchen, she sits on her stool and watches me, and of course pats me on the arm or the butt every time I pass by her stool. *g*

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  17. You’re right, HJ–running up and down the hallway while dragging Sparky’s stick toy definitely gives me a workout!
    I’ve become quite fond of My Cat From Hell, because the host has such good advice, even though I sometimes roll my eyes at all the over-the-top drama. However, the show is really a big hit with viewers, and I’m learning new ways of dealing with cat behavior problems. Not that Sparky is a problem cat. She’s just young and has a wild streak, making her very independent. I’ve learned to love her special traits that years ago would have made me tear out my hair. It’s all in how you look at it.
    I used to get so exasperated at her constant jumping onto the kitchen counters–a real no-no in my house. But once I realized she was doing it because she wanted to be close to me, was interested in what I was preparing for supper, or what I was washing in the sink, and that made all the difference. I got a stool for her to sit upon, and now when I’m puttering around in the kitchen, she sits on her stool and watches me, and of course pats me on the arm or the butt every time I pass by her stool. *g*

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  18. You’re right, HJ–running up and down the hallway while dragging Sparky’s stick toy definitely gives me a workout!
    I’ve become quite fond of My Cat From Hell, because the host has such good advice, even though I sometimes roll my eyes at all the over-the-top drama. However, the show is really a big hit with viewers, and I’m learning new ways of dealing with cat behavior problems. Not that Sparky is a problem cat. She’s just young and has a wild streak, making her very independent. I’ve learned to love her special traits that years ago would have made me tear out my hair. It’s all in how you look at it.
    I used to get so exasperated at her constant jumping onto the kitchen counters–a real no-no in my house. But once I realized she was doing it because she wanted to be close to me, was interested in what I was preparing for supper, or what I was washing in the sink, and that made all the difference. I got a stool for her to sit upon, and now when I’m puttering around in the kitchen, she sits on her stool and watches me, and of course pats me on the arm or the butt every time I pass by her stool. *g*

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  19. You’re right, HJ–running up and down the hallway while dragging Sparky’s stick toy definitely gives me a workout!
    I’ve become quite fond of My Cat From Hell, because the host has such good advice, even though I sometimes roll my eyes at all the over-the-top drama. However, the show is really a big hit with viewers, and I’m learning new ways of dealing with cat behavior problems. Not that Sparky is a problem cat. She’s just young and has a wild streak, making her very independent. I’ve learned to love her special traits that years ago would have made me tear out my hair. It’s all in how you look at it.
    I used to get so exasperated at her constant jumping onto the kitchen counters–a real no-no in my house. But once I realized she was doing it because she wanted to be close to me, was interested in what I was preparing for supper, or what I was washing in the sink, and that made all the difference. I got a stool for her to sit upon, and now when I’m puttering around in the kitchen, she sits on her stool and watches me, and of course pats me on the arm or the butt every time I pass by her stool. *g*

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  20. You’re right, HJ–running up and down the hallway while dragging Sparky’s stick toy definitely gives me a workout!
    I’ve become quite fond of My Cat From Hell, because the host has such good advice, even though I sometimes roll my eyes at all the over-the-top drama. However, the show is really a big hit with viewers, and I’m learning new ways of dealing with cat behavior problems. Not that Sparky is a problem cat. She’s just young and has a wild streak, making her very independent. I’ve learned to love her special traits that years ago would have made me tear out my hair. It’s all in how you look at it.
    I used to get so exasperated at her constant jumping onto the kitchen counters–a real no-no in my house. But once I realized she was doing it because she wanted to be close to me, was interested in what I was preparing for supper, or what I was washing in the sink, and that made all the difference. I got a stool for her to sit upon, and now when I’m puttering around in the kitchen, she sits on her stool and watches me, and of course pats me on the arm or the butt every time I pass by her stool. *g*

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  21. A brillo pad? YUCK !! Miss Sparky, you have adventurous tastes to be sure!
    Miss Rebecca Marie has a taste for any living creature foolish enough to come into HER house without permission – bugs, moths, frogs, lizards – all fall to the mighty Rebecca. And she takes great pleasure in dragging into my presence in order to crunch it. SHUDDER !!

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  22. A brillo pad? YUCK !! Miss Sparky, you have adventurous tastes to be sure!
    Miss Rebecca Marie has a taste for any living creature foolish enough to come into HER house without permission – bugs, moths, frogs, lizards – all fall to the mighty Rebecca. And she takes great pleasure in dragging into my presence in order to crunch it. SHUDDER !!

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  23. A brillo pad? YUCK !! Miss Sparky, you have adventurous tastes to be sure!
    Miss Rebecca Marie has a taste for any living creature foolish enough to come into HER house without permission – bugs, moths, frogs, lizards – all fall to the mighty Rebecca. And she takes great pleasure in dragging into my presence in order to crunch it. SHUDDER !!

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  24. A brillo pad? YUCK !! Miss Sparky, you have adventurous tastes to be sure!
    Miss Rebecca Marie has a taste for any living creature foolish enough to come into HER house without permission – bugs, moths, frogs, lizards – all fall to the mighty Rebecca. And she takes great pleasure in dragging into my presence in order to crunch it. SHUDDER !!

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  25. A brillo pad? YUCK !! Miss Sparky, you have adventurous tastes to be sure!
    Miss Rebecca Marie has a taste for any living creature foolish enough to come into HER house without permission – bugs, moths, frogs, lizards – all fall to the mighty Rebecca. And she takes great pleasure in dragging into my presence in order to crunch it. SHUDDER !!

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  26. Sherrie–
    The pet section in my local Target carries a very nice laser point toy. It’s shaped like a sleek mouse, comes in several colors, and costs only $3.99. They work very nicely, too–we have about three of them around so the Mayhem Consultant can give the cats a workout in every room. *G*

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  27. Sherrie–
    The pet section in my local Target carries a very nice laser point toy. It’s shaped like a sleek mouse, comes in several colors, and costs only $3.99. They work very nicely, too–we have about three of them around so the Mayhem Consultant can give the cats a workout in every room. *G*

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  28. Sherrie–
    The pet section in my local Target carries a very nice laser point toy. It’s shaped like a sleek mouse, comes in several colors, and costs only $3.99. They work very nicely, too–we have about three of them around so the Mayhem Consultant can give the cats a workout in every room. *G*

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  29. Sherrie–
    The pet section in my local Target carries a very nice laser point toy. It’s shaped like a sleek mouse, comes in several colors, and costs only $3.99. They work very nicely, too–we have about three of them around so the Mayhem Consultant can give the cats a workout in every room. *G*

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  30. Sherrie–
    The pet section in my local Target carries a very nice laser point toy. It’s shaped like a sleek mouse, comes in several colors, and costs only $3.99. They work very nicely, too–we have about three of them around so the Mayhem Consultant can give the cats a workout in every room. *G*

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  31. Louisa, Christopher the Assassin was like your Miss Rebecca Marie–he was quite the hunter, and like Miss Rebecca Marie, he ate insects. The only thing he didn’t like was ants. And of course, any cat worth his or her salt has to eat their crunchy snacks in front of their owners!

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  32. Louisa, Christopher the Assassin was like your Miss Rebecca Marie–he was quite the hunter, and like Miss Rebecca Marie, he ate insects. The only thing he didn’t like was ants. And of course, any cat worth his or her salt has to eat their crunchy snacks in front of their owners!

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  33. Louisa, Christopher the Assassin was like your Miss Rebecca Marie–he was quite the hunter, and like Miss Rebecca Marie, he ate insects. The only thing he didn’t like was ants. And of course, any cat worth his or her salt has to eat their crunchy snacks in front of their owners!

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  34. Louisa, Christopher the Assassin was like your Miss Rebecca Marie–he was quite the hunter, and like Miss Rebecca Marie, he ate insects. The only thing he didn’t like was ants. And of course, any cat worth his or her salt has to eat their crunchy snacks in front of their owners!

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  35. Louisa, Christopher the Assassin was like your Miss Rebecca Marie–he was quite the hunter, and like Miss Rebecca Marie, he ate insects. The only thing he didn’t like was ants. And of course, any cat worth his or her salt has to eat their crunchy snacks in front of their owners!

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  36. Mary Jo, thanks for the tip about Target’s laser pointer toys! $3.99 is a good price in a world of overpriced pet toys. It’s why I made my own feather/stick toy for Sparky. It cost me nothing, as I used materials I already had: a sturdy yardstick, equally sturdy string, and two feathers from my stash of card-making supplies. It’s bigger and better than the flimsy ones at pet stores. BTW, I learned a neat trick from My Cat From Hell: if you whip the feather through the air on occasion, it sounds like flapping bird wings, and that in turn really gets the cats excited. *g*
    Anyway, I’m going to Target to get that laser toy you mentioned, and have no doubt Shona and Kyanne will be joining Sparky in chasing that red dot on the floor. Thanks for the tip!

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  37. Mary Jo, thanks for the tip about Target’s laser pointer toys! $3.99 is a good price in a world of overpriced pet toys. It’s why I made my own feather/stick toy for Sparky. It cost me nothing, as I used materials I already had: a sturdy yardstick, equally sturdy string, and two feathers from my stash of card-making supplies. It’s bigger and better than the flimsy ones at pet stores. BTW, I learned a neat trick from My Cat From Hell: if you whip the feather through the air on occasion, it sounds like flapping bird wings, and that in turn really gets the cats excited. *g*
    Anyway, I’m going to Target to get that laser toy you mentioned, and have no doubt Shona and Kyanne will be joining Sparky in chasing that red dot on the floor. Thanks for the tip!

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  38. Mary Jo, thanks for the tip about Target’s laser pointer toys! $3.99 is a good price in a world of overpriced pet toys. It’s why I made my own feather/stick toy for Sparky. It cost me nothing, as I used materials I already had: a sturdy yardstick, equally sturdy string, and two feathers from my stash of card-making supplies. It’s bigger and better than the flimsy ones at pet stores. BTW, I learned a neat trick from My Cat From Hell: if you whip the feather through the air on occasion, it sounds like flapping bird wings, and that in turn really gets the cats excited. *g*
    Anyway, I’m going to Target to get that laser toy you mentioned, and have no doubt Shona and Kyanne will be joining Sparky in chasing that red dot on the floor. Thanks for the tip!

    Reply
  39. Mary Jo, thanks for the tip about Target’s laser pointer toys! $3.99 is a good price in a world of overpriced pet toys. It’s why I made my own feather/stick toy for Sparky. It cost me nothing, as I used materials I already had: a sturdy yardstick, equally sturdy string, and two feathers from my stash of card-making supplies. It’s bigger and better than the flimsy ones at pet stores. BTW, I learned a neat trick from My Cat From Hell: if you whip the feather through the air on occasion, it sounds like flapping bird wings, and that in turn really gets the cats excited. *g*
    Anyway, I’m going to Target to get that laser toy you mentioned, and have no doubt Shona and Kyanne will be joining Sparky in chasing that red dot on the floor. Thanks for the tip!

    Reply
  40. Mary Jo, thanks for the tip about Target’s laser pointer toys! $3.99 is a good price in a world of overpriced pet toys. It’s why I made my own feather/stick toy for Sparky. It cost me nothing, as I used materials I already had: a sturdy yardstick, equally sturdy string, and two feathers from my stash of card-making supplies. It’s bigger and better than the flimsy ones at pet stores. BTW, I learned a neat trick from My Cat From Hell: if you whip the feather through the air on occasion, it sounds like flapping bird wings, and that in turn really gets the cats excited. *g*
    Anyway, I’m going to Target to get that laser toy you mentioned, and have no doubt Shona and Kyanne will be joining Sparky in chasing that red dot on the floor. Thanks for the tip!

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  41. I haven’t laughed so hard for a long time. She is such a little klepto. Just when you think you’re safe…!
    Thank you for sharing the not-so-graceful moments–sometimes they’re the funniest.
    I must now share a story of the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen a cat do and live to tell about it. This happened several years ago, when I was working with a rescue horse. The horse had been severely abused in the past; he had neurological damage, and when frightened, he lashed out explosively. He was also a darling who wanted desperately to be somebody’s baby; which made it possible to get through to him.
    The cat lived in the barn with the horse, and was quite possibly the stupidest cat I’ve ever been privileged to know; his IQ being somewhere on the negative end of the scale. But he was a nice cat.
    On a nice brisk morning, my veterinarian was out to examine the horse for a lameness issue, and we were all in a little pen next to the barn: horse, vet and me. I was a bit anxious as the vet worked on this challenging animal who was not, by the way, a small horse. He picked up the hind legs, put the horse through range of motion and extension exercises–making me VERY nervous, because I knew how little this horse liked strange men handling his back feet.
    About this time, the cat wandered out of the barn. At first, he inspected the situation, walking around us closer and closer. Then he decided he wanted a better view. He lay down directly behind the horse’s rear heels–suicide position. And then, oh dear–
    He reached up for that dangling tail, and SWATTED IT.
    I believe to this day he can be thankful to whatever angel kept that horse from launching him to the moon.
    As my vet and I walked back into the barn, he said reflectively: “He isn’t very smart, is he?”

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  42. I haven’t laughed so hard for a long time. She is such a little klepto. Just when you think you’re safe…!
    Thank you for sharing the not-so-graceful moments–sometimes they’re the funniest.
    I must now share a story of the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen a cat do and live to tell about it. This happened several years ago, when I was working with a rescue horse. The horse had been severely abused in the past; he had neurological damage, and when frightened, he lashed out explosively. He was also a darling who wanted desperately to be somebody’s baby; which made it possible to get through to him.
    The cat lived in the barn with the horse, and was quite possibly the stupidest cat I’ve ever been privileged to know; his IQ being somewhere on the negative end of the scale. But he was a nice cat.
    On a nice brisk morning, my veterinarian was out to examine the horse for a lameness issue, and we were all in a little pen next to the barn: horse, vet and me. I was a bit anxious as the vet worked on this challenging animal who was not, by the way, a small horse. He picked up the hind legs, put the horse through range of motion and extension exercises–making me VERY nervous, because I knew how little this horse liked strange men handling his back feet.
    About this time, the cat wandered out of the barn. At first, he inspected the situation, walking around us closer and closer. Then he decided he wanted a better view. He lay down directly behind the horse’s rear heels–suicide position. And then, oh dear–
    He reached up for that dangling tail, and SWATTED IT.
    I believe to this day he can be thankful to whatever angel kept that horse from launching him to the moon.
    As my vet and I walked back into the barn, he said reflectively: “He isn’t very smart, is he?”

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  43. I haven’t laughed so hard for a long time. She is such a little klepto. Just when you think you’re safe…!
    Thank you for sharing the not-so-graceful moments–sometimes they’re the funniest.
    I must now share a story of the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen a cat do and live to tell about it. This happened several years ago, when I was working with a rescue horse. The horse had been severely abused in the past; he had neurological damage, and when frightened, he lashed out explosively. He was also a darling who wanted desperately to be somebody’s baby; which made it possible to get through to him.
    The cat lived in the barn with the horse, and was quite possibly the stupidest cat I’ve ever been privileged to know; his IQ being somewhere on the negative end of the scale. But he was a nice cat.
    On a nice brisk morning, my veterinarian was out to examine the horse for a lameness issue, and we were all in a little pen next to the barn: horse, vet and me. I was a bit anxious as the vet worked on this challenging animal who was not, by the way, a small horse. He picked up the hind legs, put the horse through range of motion and extension exercises–making me VERY nervous, because I knew how little this horse liked strange men handling his back feet.
    About this time, the cat wandered out of the barn. At first, he inspected the situation, walking around us closer and closer. Then he decided he wanted a better view. He lay down directly behind the horse’s rear heels–suicide position. And then, oh dear–
    He reached up for that dangling tail, and SWATTED IT.
    I believe to this day he can be thankful to whatever angel kept that horse from launching him to the moon.
    As my vet and I walked back into the barn, he said reflectively: “He isn’t very smart, is he?”

    Reply
  44. I haven’t laughed so hard for a long time. She is such a little klepto. Just when you think you’re safe…!
    Thank you for sharing the not-so-graceful moments–sometimes they’re the funniest.
    I must now share a story of the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen a cat do and live to tell about it. This happened several years ago, when I was working with a rescue horse. The horse had been severely abused in the past; he had neurological damage, and when frightened, he lashed out explosively. He was also a darling who wanted desperately to be somebody’s baby; which made it possible to get through to him.
    The cat lived in the barn with the horse, and was quite possibly the stupidest cat I’ve ever been privileged to know; his IQ being somewhere on the negative end of the scale. But he was a nice cat.
    On a nice brisk morning, my veterinarian was out to examine the horse for a lameness issue, and we were all in a little pen next to the barn: horse, vet and me. I was a bit anxious as the vet worked on this challenging animal who was not, by the way, a small horse. He picked up the hind legs, put the horse through range of motion and extension exercises–making me VERY nervous, because I knew how little this horse liked strange men handling his back feet.
    About this time, the cat wandered out of the barn. At first, he inspected the situation, walking around us closer and closer. Then he decided he wanted a better view. He lay down directly behind the horse’s rear heels–suicide position. And then, oh dear–
    He reached up for that dangling tail, and SWATTED IT.
    I believe to this day he can be thankful to whatever angel kept that horse from launching him to the moon.
    As my vet and I walked back into the barn, he said reflectively: “He isn’t very smart, is he?”

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  45. I haven’t laughed so hard for a long time. She is such a little klepto. Just when you think you’re safe…!
    Thank you for sharing the not-so-graceful moments–sometimes they’re the funniest.
    I must now share a story of the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen a cat do and live to tell about it. This happened several years ago, when I was working with a rescue horse. The horse had been severely abused in the past; he had neurological damage, and when frightened, he lashed out explosively. He was also a darling who wanted desperately to be somebody’s baby; which made it possible to get through to him.
    The cat lived in the barn with the horse, and was quite possibly the stupidest cat I’ve ever been privileged to know; his IQ being somewhere on the negative end of the scale. But he was a nice cat.
    On a nice brisk morning, my veterinarian was out to examine the horse for a lameness issue, and we were all in a little pen next to the barn: horse, vet and me. I was a bit anxious as the vet worked on this challenging animal who was not, by the way, a small horse. He picked up the hind legs, put the horse through range of motion and extension exercises–making me VERY nervous, because I knew how little this horse liked strange men handling his back feet.
    About this time, the cat wandered out of the barn. At first, he inspected the situation, walking around us closer and closer. Then he decided he wanted a better view. He lay down directly behind the horse’s rear heels–suicide position. And then, oh dear–
    He reached up for that dangling tail, and SWATTED IT.
    I believe to this day he can be thankful to whatever angel kept that horse from launching him to the moon.
    As my vet and I walked back into the barn, he said reflectively: “He isn’t very smart, is he?”

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  46. Lucy, Sparky is indeed a klepto. Yesterday, she tried to steal the dog’s rope tug toy. Only problem was, Shona was busy playing with it at the time. No matter. Sparky marched up, grabbed the end of the rope in her teeth, and started to walk away with it. Shona wasn’t having any of that and tried to tug it out of Sparky’s mouth. Sparky resisted. I ended up laughing out loud as they ended up in a tug-of-war. And Sparky wasn’t about to give up. It was hilarious watching a 65 pound dog dragging an equally determined cat across the floor.
    Your cat/rescue horse story is amazing! Thank goodness that kitty’s angel was watching out for her. I’m convinced there are kitty angels out there. I had something similar happen to one of my cats. I was grooming my horse in the paddock when my cat strolled over and rubbed against the horse’s hind leg. This startled the horse, and he lashed out instinctively with his leg, narrowly missing the cat’s head. That cat stayed away from hind legs after that!

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  47. Lucy, Sparky is indeed a klepto. Yesterday, she tried to steal the dog’s rope tug toy. Only problem was, Shona was busy playing with it at the time. No matter. Sparky marched up, grabbed the end of the rope in her teeth, and started to walk away with it. Shona wasn’t having any of that and tried to tug it out of Sparky’s mouth. Sparky resisted. I ended up laughing out loud as they ended up in a tug-of-war. And Sparky wasn’t about to give up. It was hilarious watching a 65 pound dog dragging an equally determined cat across the floor.
    Your cat/rescue horse story is amazing! Thank goodness that kitty’s angel was watching out for her. I’m convinced there are kitty angels out there. I had something similar happen to one of my cats. I was grooming my horse in the paddock when my cat strolled over and rubbed against the horse’s hind leg. This startled the horse, and he lashed out instinctively with his leg, narrowly missing the cat’s head. That cat stayed away from hind legs after that!

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  48. Lucy, Sparky is indeed a klepto. Yesterday, she tried to steal the dog’s rope tug toy. Only problem was, Shona was busy playing with it at the time. No matter. Sparky marched up, grabbed the end of the rope in her teeth, and started to walk away with it. Shona wasn’t having any of that and tried to tug it out of Sparky’s mouth. Sparky resisted. I ended up laughing out loud as they ended up in a tug-of-war. And Sparky wasn’t about to give up. It was hilarious watching a 65 pound dog dragging an equally determined cat across the floor.
    Your cat/rescue horse story is amazing! Thank goodness that kitty’s angel was watching out for her. I’m convinced there are kitty angels out there. I had something similar happen to one of my cats. I was grooming my horse in the paddock when my cat strolled over and rubbed against the horse’s hind leg. This startled the horse, and he lashed out instinctively with his leg, narrowly missing the cat’s head. That cat stayed away from hind legs after that!

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  49. Lucy, Sparky is indeed a klepto. Yesterday, she tried to steal the dog’s rope tug toy. Only problem was, Shona was busy playing with it at the time. No matter. Sparky marched up, grabbed the end of the rope in her teeth, and started to walk away with it. Shona wasn’t having any of that and tried to tug it out of Sparky’s mouth. Sparky resisted. I ended up laughing out loud as they ended up in a tug-of-war. And Sparky wasn’t about to give up. It was hilarious watching a 65 pound dog dragging an equally determined cat across the floor.
    Your cat/rescue horse story is amazing! Thank goodness that kitty’s angel was watching out for her. I’m convinced there are kitty angels out there. I had something similar happen to one of my cats. I was grooming my horse in the paddock when my cat strolled over and rubbed against the horse’s hind leg. This startled the horse, and he lashed out instinctively with his leg, narrowly missing the cat’s head. That cat stayed away from hind legs after that!

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  50. Lucy, Sparky is indeed a klepto. Yesterday, she tried to steal the dog’s rope tug toy. Only problem was, Shona was busy playing with it at the time. No matter. Sparky marched up, grabbed the end of the rope in her teeth, and started to walk away with it. Shona wasn’t having any of that and tried to tug it out of Sparky’s mouth. Sparky resisted. I ended up laughing out loud as they ended up in a tug-of-war. And Sparky wasn’t about to give up. It was hilarious watching a 65 pound dog dragging an equally determined cat across the floor.
    Your cat/rescue horse story is amazing! Thank goodness that kitty’s angel was watching out for her. I’m convinced there are kitty angels out there. I had something similar happen to one of my cats. I was grooming my horse in the paddock when my cat strolled over and rubbed against the horse’s hind leg. This startled the horse, and he lashed out instinctively with his leg, narrowly missing the cat’s head. That cat stayed away from hind legs after that!

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  51. Oh, Sherrie, how cute! Sparky wants to be a writer!
    I have to tell you what Garth does since he too wants to be on the counters when I’m doing anything in the kitchen. He’s taken to laying on the island and watching me. The island is where I keep a basket of onions and one of garlic. Murphy, the rescue dobe can’t understand why Garth can be on the counter and he isn’t allowed so he’ll circle the counter and keep poking at the cat. The cat doesn’t like this so starts chucking garlic toes at the dog who thinks the cat is feeding him. I’m trying to grab the garlic before Murphy can eat it and Garth is chucking it as fast as I can pick it up. All the time, my female dobe is sitting quite ladylike at the end of the counter with a “No way am I getting involved in this business” look on her face.
    And a word to the wise…those laser lights? Dobermans think they’re the cat’s pajamas. I haven’t had one yet who doesn’t go after it with everything they have. Fifteen minutes of that with Murphy and he sleeps all night. Garth sits on the sidelines making little cat noises waiting to get to the light but at least he has enough brains to know Murphy will break him if he gets stepped on.

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  52. Oh, Sherrie, how cute! Sparky wants to be a writer!
    I have to tell you what Garth does since he too wants to be on the counters when I’m doing anything in the kitchen. He’s taken to laying on the island and watching me. The island is where I keep a basket of onions and one of garlic. Murphy, the rescue dobe can’t understand why Garth can be on the counter and he isn’t allowed so he’ll circle the counter and keep poking at the cat. The cat doesn’t like this so starts chucking garlic toes at the dog who thinks the cat is feeding him. I’m trying to grab the garlic before Murphy can eat it and Garth is chucking it as fast as I can pick it up. All the time, my female dobe is sitting quite ladylike at the end of the counter with a “No way am I getting involved in this business” look on her face.
    And a word to the wise…those laser lights? Dobermans think they’re the cat’s pajamas. I haven’t had one yet who doesn’t go after it with everything they have. Fifteen minutes of that with Murphy and he sleeps all night. Garth sits on the sidelines making little cat noises waiting to get to the light but at least he has enough brains to know Murphy will break him if he gets stepped on.

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  53. Oh, Sherrie, how cute! Sparky wants to be a writer!
    I have to tell you what Garth does since he too wants to be on the counters when I’m doing anything in the kitchen. He’s taken to laying on the island and watching me. The island is where I keep a basket of onions and one of garlic. Murphy, the rescue dobe can’t understand why Garth can be on the counter and he isn’t allowed so he’ll circle the counter and keep poking at the cat. The cat doesn’t like this so starts chucking garlic toes at the dog who thinks the cat is feeding him. I’m trying to grab the garlic before Murphy can eat it and Garth is chucking it as fast as I can pick it up. All the time, my female dobe is sitting quite ladylike at the end of the counter with a “No way am I getting involved in this business” look on her face.
    And a word to the wise…those laser lights? Dobermans think they’re the cat’s pajamas. I haven’t had one yet who doesn’t go after it with everything they have. Fifteen minutes of that with Murphy and he sleeps all night. Garth sits on the sidelines making little cat noises waiting to get to the light but at least he has enough brains to know Murphy will break him if he gets stepped on.

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  54. Oh, Sherrie, how cute! Sparky wants to be a writer!
    I have to tell you what Garth does since he too wants to be on the counters when I’m doing anything in the kitchen. He’s taken to laying on the island and watching me. The island is where I keep a basket of onions and one of garlic. Murphy, the rescue dobe can’t understand why Garth can be on the counter and he isn’t allowed so he’ll circle the counter and keep poking at the cat. The cat doesn’t like this so starts chucking garlic toes at the dog who thinks the cat is feeding him. I’m trying to grab the garlic before Murphy can eat it and Garth is chucking it as fast as I can pick it up. All the time, my female dobe is sitting quite ladylike at the end of the counter with a “No way am I getting involved in this business” look on her face.
    And a word to the wise…those laser lights? Dobermans think they’re the cat’s pajamas. I haven’t had one yet who doesn’t go after it with everything they have. Fifteen minutes of that with Murphy and he sleeps all night. Garth sits on the sidelines making little cat noises waiting to get to the light but at least he has enough brains to know Murphy will break him if he gets stepped on.

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  55. Oh, Sherrie, how cute! Sparky wants to be a writer!
    I have to tell you what Garth does since he too wants to be on the counters when I’m doing anything in the kitchen. He’s taken to laying on the island and watching me. The island is where I keep a basket of onions and one of garlic. Murphy, the rescue dobe can’t understand why Garth can be on the counter and he isn’t allowed so he’ll circle the counter and keep poking at the cat. The cat doesn’t like this so starts chucking garlic toes at the dog who thinks the cat is feeding him. I’m trying to grab the garlic before Murphy can eat it and Garth is chucking it as fast as I can pick it up. All the time, my female dobe is sitting quite ladylike at the end of the counter with a “No way am I getting involved in this business” look on her face.
    And a word to the wise…those laser lights? Dobermans think they’re the cat’s pajamas. I haven’t had one yet who doesn’t go after it with everything they have. Fifteen minutes of that with Murphy and he sleeps all night. Garth sits on the sidelines making little cat noises waiting to get to the light but at least he has enough brains to know Murphy will break him if he gets stepped on.

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  56. OH! And I meant to tell you, once a week, I have to clean out under the stove. That’s where Garth hides all of his stuff. And mine. And the dog’s. Paper, pens, paper clips, fuzzy balls, pieces of plastic, my sponge from the sink, the list goes on and on…

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  57. OH! And I meant to tell you, once a week, I have to clean out under the stove. That’s where Garth hides all of his stuff. And mine. And the dog’s. Paper, pens, paper clips, fuzzy balls, pieces of plastic, my sponge from the sink, the list goes on and on…

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  58. OH! And I meant to tell you, once a week, I have to clean out under the stove. That’s where Garth hides all of his stuff. And mine. And the dog’s. Paper, pens, paper clips, fuzzy balls, pieces of plastic, my sponge from the sink, the list goes on and on…

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  59. OH! And I meant to tell you, once a week, I have to clean out under the stove. That’s where Garth hides all of his stuff. And mine. And the dog’s. Paper, pens, paper clips, fuzzy balls, pieces of plastic, my sponge from the sink, the list goes on and on…

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  60. OH! And I meant to tell you, once a week, I have to clean out under the stove. That’s where Garth hides all of his stuff. And mine. And the dog’s. Paper, pens, paper clips, fuzzy balls, pieces of plastic, my sponge from the sink, the list goes on and on…

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  61. Oh, Theo! I laughed and laughed at your pet stories. And “garlic toes”? Love it! I’m glad to hear you also recognized your cat’s desire just to be around you while you putter around the kitchen. It took me awhile to realize that Sparky, being the busybody she is, just wanted to see what I was doing, and be near me. Obviously, your Garth feels the same. And since your island counter is the perfect spot for Garth, it’s a convenient remedy that satisfies both you and Garth, the dogs notwithstanding!
    I feel that at the age of 67, I should have gained all the wisdom I needed, but Sparky is opening up new worlds–especially in the realm of animal behavior. It’s why I no longer remove her with exasperation when she sits directly in front of the computer monitor. In her eyes, I’m always staring at the monitor, so when she wants attention, that’s where she goes. I give her some chin chucks and ear scratches and then she’s happy, and will either lie down or crawl into my lap. Win/win.

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  62. Oh, Theo! I laughed and laughed at your pet stories. And “garlic toes”? Love it! I’m glad to hear you also recognized your cat’s desire just to be around you while you putter around the kitchen. It took me awhile to realize that Sparky, being the busybody she is, just wanted to see what I was doing, and be near me. Obviously, your Garth feels the same. And since your island counter is the perfect spot for Garth, it’s a convenient remedy that satisfies both you and Garth, the dogs notwithstanding!
    I feel that at the age of 67, I should have gained all the wisdom I needed, but Sparky is opening up new worlds–especially in the realm of animal behavior. It’s why I no longer remove her with exasperation when she sits directly in front of the computer monitor. In her eyes, I’m always staring at the monitor, so when she wants attention, that’s where she goes. I give her some chin chucks and ear scratches and then she’s happy, and will either lie down or crawl into my lap. Win/win.

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  63. Oh, Theo! I laughed and laughed at your pet stories. And “garlic toes”? Love it! I’m glad to hear you also recognized your cat’s desire just to be around you while you putter around the kitchen. It took me awhile to realize that Sparky, being the busybody she is, just wanted to see what I was doing, and be near me. Obviously, your Garth feels the same. And since your island counter is the perfect spot for Garth, it’s a convenient remedy that satisfies both you and Garth, the dogs notwithstanding!
    I feel that at the age of 67, I should have gained all the wisdom I needed, but Sparky is opening up new worlds–especially in the realm of animal behavior. It’s why I no longer remove her with exasperation when she sits directly in front of the computer monitor. In her eyes, I’m always staring at the monitor, so when she wants attention, that’s where she goes. I give her some chin chucks and ear scratches and then she’s happy, and will either lie down or crawl into my lap. Win/win.

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  64. Oh, Theo! I laughed and laughed at your pet stories. And “garlic toes”? Love it! I’m glad to hear you also recognized your cat’s desire just to be around you while you putter around the kitchen. It took me awhile to realize that Sparky, being the busybody she is, just wanted to see what I was doing, and be near me. Obviously, your Garth feels the same. And since your island counter is the perfect spot for Garth, it’s a convenient remedy that satisfies both you and Garth, the dogs notwithstanding!
    I feel that at the age of 67, I should have gained all the wisdom I needed, but Sparky is opening up new worlds–especially in the realm of animal behavior. It’s why I no longer remove her with exasperation when she sits directly in front of the computer monitor. In her eyes, I’m always staring at the monitor, so when she wants attention, that’s where she goes. I give her some chin chucks and ear scratches and then she’s happy, and will either lie down or crawl into my lap. Win/win.

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  65. Oh, Theo! I laughed and laughed at your pet stories. And “garlic toes”? Love it! I’m glad to hear you also recognized your cat’s desire just to be around you while you putter around the kitchen. It took me awhile to realize that Sparky, being the busybody she is, just wanted to see what I was doing, and be near me. Obviously, your Garth feels the same. And since your island counter is the perfect spot for Garth, it’s a convenient remedy that satisfies both you and Garth, the dogs notwithstanding!
    I feel that at the age of 67, I should have gained all the wisdom I needed, but Sparky is opening up new worlds–especially in the realm of animal behavior. It’s why I no longer remove her with exasperation when she sits directly in front of the computer monitor. In her eyes, I’m always staring at the monitor, so when she wants attention, that’s where she goes. I give her some chin chucks and ear scratches and then she’s happy, and will either lie down or crawl into my lap. Win/win.

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  66. LOL! You’re a better housekeeper than I am, Theo. I’ll admit I do occasionally grab a yardstick to remove Sparky’s “toys” from under the stove and the sofa in my office, but not as often as I should. In fact, the only time I think about the stove thing is when I see Sparky with her arm under the stove, patting around diligently for her lost toy. And you should see the things I discover when I remove the sofa cushions while vacuuming! In fact, I’ll be vacuuming today, and I believe I’ll take a picture of whatever I find of Sparky’s stash!
    P.S. Re laser pointers – yes, my old Doberman that I lost last year (Nova) was rabid about those pointers. Flashlights, too. I spent many a happy time watching Nova chasing and pouncing after those elusive lights!

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  67. LOL! You’re a better housekeeper than I am, Theo. I’ll admit I do occasionally grab a yardstick to remove Sparky’s “toys” from under the stove and the sofa in my office, but not as often as I should. In fact, the only time I think about the stove thing is when I see Sparky with her arm under the stove, patting around diligently for her lost toy. And you should see the things I discover when I remove the sofa cushions while vacuuming! In fact, I’ll be vacuuming today, and I believe I’ll take a picture of whatever I find of Sparky’s stash!
    P.S. Re laser pointers – yes, my old Doberman that I lost last year (Nova) was rabid about those pointers. Flashlights, too. I spent many a happy time watching Nova chasing and pouncing after those elusive lights!

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  68. LOL! You’re a better housekeeper than I am, Theo. I’ll admit I do occasionally grab a yardstick to remove Sparky’s “toys” from under the stove and the sofa in my office, but not as often as I should. In fact, the only time I think about the stove thing is when I see Sparky with her arm under the stove, patting around diligently for her lost toy. And you should see the things I discover when I remove the sofa cushions while vacuuming! In fact, I’ll be vacuuming today, and I believe I’ll take a picture of whatever I find of Sparky’s stash!
    P.S. Re laser pointers – yes, my old Doberman that I lost last year (Nova) was rabid about those pointers. Flashlights, too. I spent many a happy time watching Nova chasing and pouncing after those elusive lights!

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  69. LOL! You’re a better housekeeper than I am, Theo. I’ll admit I do occasionally grab a yardstick to remove Sparky’s “toys” from under the stove and the sofa in my office, but not as often as I should. In fact, the only time I think about the stove thing is when I see Sparky with her arm under the stove, patting around diligently for her lost toy. And you should see the things I discover when I remove the sofa cushions while vacuuming! In fact, I’ll be vacuuming today, and I believe I’ll take a picture of whatever I find of Sparky’s stash!
    P.S. Re laser pointers – yes, my old Doberman that I lost last year (Nova) was rabid about those pointers. Flashlights, too. I spent many a happy time watching Nova chasing and pouncing after those elusive lights!

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  70. LOL! You’re a better housekeeper than I am, Theo. I’ll admit I do occasionally grab a yardstick to remove Sparky’s “toys” from under the stove and the sofa in my office, but not as often as I should. In fact, the only time I think about the stove thing is when I see Sparky with her arm under the stove, patting around diligently for her lost toy. And you should see the things I discover when I remove the sofa cushions while vacuuming! In fact, I’ll be vacuuming today, and I believe I’ll take a picture of whatever I find of Sparky’s stash!
    P.S. Re laser pointers – yes, my old Doberman that I lost last year (Nova) was rabid about those pointers. Flashlights, too. I spent many a happy time watching Nova chasing and pouncing after those elusive lights!

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