Sparkling Conversation: A Few Highlights
Nikolai: “Rrr.”
Hobey: “…”
Nikolai: “Rrrrrrrr.”
Hobey: “…”
Nikolai: “…Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”
Hobey: “…”
five minutes later, from under couch
Hobey: “…Rrrrrrrrrrrr rrr rrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrr rrrr, rrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrr RRRR RRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! RRR!!!!1!“
Sarah: “Good one.”
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Nikolai: “Rrrrrrrrr.”
Little Joe: “Ggggglllhh.”
Sarah: “HA HA HA HA HA HA! …Wait, that was a growl? Seriously? Oh, I’m sorry, puffball. …Puffball?”
five minutes later, when Nikolai is back in the bathroom
Little Joe: “Hrrrggggggrrlll!”
Sarah: “Good one.”
*****
At the moment, Nikolai is chillaxing in the bathroom most of the time, with occasional supervised forays around the apartment. Updates as developments warrant, but — fingers crossed — it looks like we’re close to uniting the tiny emperor with a permanent palace. Stay tuned.
Their wit puts me (and Dorothy Parker’s vicious circle) to shame!
Yay for permanent palaces! :)
As great as it is to now that the little czar will be going to a loving home, I kind of wish you were keeping him so we could hear about more conversations like this one.
Know. It’s great to KNOW he’s going to a loving home. Geez, since when is “now” a verb?
We also just had this conversation:
Sarah: “Who wants a bath?”
Nikolai AND Hobey: “Rrrrrrrrrrrrr.”
Sarah: “Febreze it is, then.”
Oh, my.
I kind of want you to record the audio of The Puffball Who Can’t Even Growl at some point, because that sounds freaking hilarious.
They’re going to have to be pen pals after Nikolai moves.
OMG, I love it when you write out the cat’s conversations. Hee!
The sun’s just coming up and I’m spitting diet coke over the cat conversations! Sars, do we need to chip in for a megaphone for Little Joe? Or speech therapy? Poor puddy, all that cat and no cat sounds!
I’m so glad that Nikolai will have a home, but I will miss him! I love the cat conversations!
Me too Rayvyn! The cat stories are my favorite!!
On a similar note, I think it may be the cat rescuing time of year – last night we found a small tabby kitten in the parking lot of our building who was obviously starving (as her zeal for cat food demonstrated). She’s currently at Angell Memorial in Jamaica Plain, MA since it was late and we couldn’t bring her inside with our cat & dog without a checkup.
I’ve been informed that we’re not allowed to keep her, although that won’t stop me from taking her home if the shelter can’t find a place for her – there’ll be no kitty death on my watch – but if anyone in the Boston area is looking for an *extremely* cute, *extremely* friendly little tabby we preliminarily named “Smushy”, please get thee to Angell toot sweet, and let me know, so I can uncross my fingers.
Sars and readers, you rock! Cats for all!
Nikolai is sleeping in my desk chair at the moment, which he actually fits in with room to spare…unlike some people.
Sars, when I got my third cat, my sweetie’s mama, who’s 87, said “With three cats, you won’t need the TV!”
It’s true, no?
Glad there’s a palace for this guy – I’m in love with that face!
Whoever ends up with the Tsar – if you’re in NY, let me know how to get you the promised cat food/litter. If you’re outside, let me know how to send you a gift card to PetCo or PetSmart, or something like that, because mailing you litter and cat food is a bit silly :).
Oh, and I forgot – the above-noted cat convo reminds me of the days following Cat #3’s addition to my household. He’d been living with 4 other cats, all of whom had their claws (he’s partially declawed) and all of whom were ganging up on him, so his owners decided to find him a new and peaceful home. I already own a 15 year old ancient lady with a thyroid problem and a 10 year old Snowshoe who’s been blind for years, so I wasn’t sure how this would go. Cat #3, “Gnat,” sat on the kitchen cabinets and snarled at my other cats a lot (the blind cat was confused but not concerned, and my ancient lady was pissed). After he realized that my other cats were not interested in beating him up, he made every effort to be friends (it worked with the Snowshoe, but not with the old lady, who still thinks he’s incredibly annoying).
In the end, peace reigned and I was deeply grateful. :0)
That is awesome. Barring any bad news on your end, I’m determined to get my own rescue between now and christmas.
My dignified, regal black boy kitty totally sucks at growling. Sounds like a blender trying to puree a shoe. He believes that he is very menacing. We let him believe and try not to laugh in his presence.
Two animals in the house equals now-and-then hilarity. Three? It’s non-stop. Someone is always getting in someone else’s way.
Love to Nikolai, and to Sars for sharing his face with us.
You probably won’t have the Tsar there long enough to experience this, but, just because the growling stops, doesn’t mean everyone is now friends. It means their throats are sore.
The growling just stopped from Little Joe’s arrival, like, two weeks ago. Believe me, I’m familiar. They’re all giving each other enough space now, pretty much…so of course Niko is set to head to his new abode in about 20 minutes.
I know it’s ridiculous but I’m going to really miss the little stinker.
It’s not ridiculous… he’s a beautiful cat, and thanks to you he’s going to a safe and loving home.
Who knows, maybe the person who had him just couldn’t keep him anymore and hoped for a happy ending like this. It’s been all over the news about how people are turning their pets over to shelters because the economy is so bad.
At least we all know about one kitty who’s going to be okay. (And we’re all going to give our pets extra cuddles tonight, I know.)
Gads! I just read a transcript of a cat conversation … and enjoyed it!
In my house Winnie was queen cat for almost 5 years when Betsey came to stay. It’s now 7 years later and the two seem to have worked out an agreement about who gets control of what room. The growling and pissy hissing has stopped, but a picture like the one of Hobe & LJ? Never gonna happen here!
Damn. You are just one super-excellent nice person. I am also one insane big-hearted no-sense-making pet person … no other way to explain my house. I just know that if I had to learn that I was going to go in 6 months, this is the house I would have.
Now, I add the part where I thought at one point you were such a beeyotch. I had posted for a month on TWOP as a new user, and you totally handed my ass to me. I was so pissed!
Believe it or not, we’re both from Princeton, and now you know who I am. So fair’s fair, but honestly, I am so in new love with you as the rescuer of this baby. You win. My heart. – Skipper
Oh, I’m a beeyotch also. I just did this cat a temporary solid. The two things can co-exist. (heh)