Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Kitty Summer Camp

So, as many of you already know, since we are about to add 2 members to our already no-so-large house, Maggie has gone to live my folks for a while in Dallas at what we affectionately refer to as "Kitty Summer Camp." We call it this for a couple of reasons: 1) there's lots of fun stuff to do there and 2) it helps this hormonal woman let go since she's just at summer camp (we won't talk about the tears I shed when we left...) But, in case you were wondering how she is doing (I get almost daily updates) here you go:

1) She is never bored anymore with her cousin Harley around! Overall they get along as well as any two cats can, but every day there is at least one skirmish with growling and swatting. Harley unfortunately takes the brunt of this - but don't feel too sad for him. He stalks her around the house, then chases her, forcing her to swat him on the nose. Since a recent nail-trimming, there hasn't been any more blood, but Harley lost a lot of hair in the bathroom the other day...

2) Maggie gets daily treats! I guess we would have to call the Jennings' house boot-camp, with its dry-food-only regimen, but at the Neiman house, each day is highlighted with a bit of canned cat food, perhaps some salmon, kitty grass or other fun epicureal delight. This tends to be when the cats get along best, unless one is slow to come and gets his food eaten by the other! Don't worry about Maggie's weight either, because all that exercise (see above) is keeping her slim.

3) She gets lots of great hunting and entertainment opportunities! Two stories worth of windows with mature trees, birds and squirrels seem to satisfy Maggie's great need for hunting. She also has trained her grandpa how to play "fish" with her on the staircase. Somtimes Harley watches, but mostly he is just hunting her!



We are very excited for our two new arrivals this fall, but we sure do miss having our Maggie around! Thanks mom and dad for taking such good care of our kitty!

Sunday, May 31, 2009

It's MY Little Pony

Here's a quick video of Maggie being her normal, crazy self. We had some friends with kiddos coming over, so I pulled out my basket of toys. Before they arrived, however, we found our little one had picked out her favorite toy, pulled it out of the basket and started to play with it. Enjoy the video (turn on the volume for a great 80's flashback!)


Saturday, February 28, 2009

Get Your Motor Running

Perhaps no other aspect of felines is more unexplainable and powerful than...THE PURR. While its mechanism still eludes scientists to this day, it has great power over those who hear it. Take our sweet Maggie for example. What was the first thing about her that made us take her home? Her purring on my lap. What can make my heart melt when I come near her? Oh, yes, my freinds, that same sweet sound. My personal theory is that the purr is on some hypnotic frequency that causes mind-control in humans. Any way it works, it sure lends some job security for our little one.

Besides being oh-so-sweet to hear, Maggie's purr is also quite hilarious. We in the Jennings' household call it her lie-detector. See, the purr can't be faked or hidden. What does this mean? That we know exactly when Maggie is happy, whether she wants us to know or not. Here are some examples of when she purrs, despite herself:

-when one of us walks in the room
-when we pet her, even if she play-bites (we know the truth)
-when she's hunting (kinda gives herself away, I know)
-when we give her food
-when she finds a fun place to hide (under a tent, rug, etc.)
-when she's perfectly content (this is what a cat's life is about after all, isn't it?)

So this "tell" of Maggie's got me to thinking - what would it be like if we as humans had an uncontrollable noise that came from us whenever we were happy? I can image walking down the hall in Jr. High and passing that guy I liked, only to be horrified by a loud purr coming from me. Or perhaps I would give myself away rather embarassingly when the theme song to American Idol comes on. Well, I guess I can be thankful I'm not a cat. But I sure am glad Maggie purrs for me...

Here's a video of Maggie's happy, purring moments. Go ahead, turn your volume up, and get happy...