Month: April 2004

Today was Bob Edward’s last day as the host of NPR’s “Morning Show.” He has been the host for 24 years. Since my clock radio is set to my local NPR station, I’ve woken up to Mr. Edward’s voice for more years than I can remember. I was watching Bill Moyer’s “Now” this evening. After a frightening piece on how the White House pushed the Medicare bill through congress, Bill started conducting an interview with someone. I missed the intro, so at first, I had no idea who the interviewee was. All he had to do was say a few words and I knew. No mistaking that voice.

How will I wake up now?

Laser pointer + kitten = way too much fun.

Yesterday, World War III was declared in my house. It was non-stop cat combat. Just a few minutes ago? Mishka and Freya were grooming each other.

Oh wait, now we are back to war. Guess it was just a momentary cease-fire.

If kitten has earring (attached to owner) in his teeth, don’t squirt with water to discipline. Why? Kittie’s first reaction is not to let go of the earring, it’s to shake his head violently. *sigh*

My friend Jess came over to visit the new kitten (and bring me cotton balls to clean his ears) and she told me about this recent news story: Oldest Known Pet Cat?

I was doing the math to try and figure out when Mishka was born… turns out it was right around when Miri died. I’ve only been without her for 9 weeks? Seems like much longer.

Good thing I took Mishka to the vet. Turns out he has horrid ear mites and I have to give him some nasty ear drops once a week for the next month. I hope Freya doesn’t get them as well.

Okay, the kitty’s official name is….Mishka. It’s Russian for “little bear.”

I seem to have a new cat a few days early! I went to visit him and they talked me into taking him home. He has a cold and they said it would only get worse there. My goodness he’s a bundle of energy! He’s a leeper and a climber. I think his name is Misha. Or Ty. Or Misha…or Ty. Right now, as this quickie photo album (courtesy of iPhoto) shows, I’m leaning towards Misha.

Freya? Not happy at all.

I’m sitting here looking around my house and realising how terribly non-kitten proof it is.