I knoooooow. It's going to have me giggling ALL DAY.
CAT. ON MY HEAD.
Of course, I'm laughng because I've been there. Not so much with a cat on my head, but I have been woken up by animal antics at godawful-thirty in the morning.
Yeah, I'm necroing this, but...I'm the owner of Moose Droppings, and also the owner (/feeder/poopcleanerupper) of Livingston, aka Fat Cat, aka "felix dumbassicus." I have no clue how folks over here on LJ found the post originally, but I'm glad it's provided people some laughs!
PS: He's done it twice more since I wrote that. >.
Actually, I think I found your post via therightfangirl -- I was browsing the other member's blogs, and through random twists and turns, stumbled on your blog. I have two dogs and a cat, and one of our pups is mental kin to your "felix dumbassicus." Sydney hasn't tried to jump on my head, but I did get a paw (bearing 57 lbs of Australian Shepherd) in the kidney early one Saturday morning when she decided she wanted to sleep on the bed.
Ah, that might've been through my wife foxfire74 then, she's a member/lurker over at therightfangirl and I think she posted "CAT. ON. MY. HEAD." on her LJ.
Oh man, I love Aussies, both Shepherds and Cattle Dogs. Cattle Dogs just because they remind me of some big burly drover in the Outback looking to start a barfight, and Shepherds because they're just fun, cute dogs. Way too hyper for me though. All the ones I've met have been like Steve Irwin on a Red Bull bender.
Livingston is actually a really good cat, aside from the wars we have over the litterbox (no matter how often I clean it, he decides that once it's been pooped in ONCE, even after scooping, the floor is preferable eternally thereafter). But dumb as he is, he's very companionable, great with our three-year-old daughter, laid-back, friendly, and just soothing to have around. Our other Maine Coon (Flat Cat, aka Beauregard) is alternately hyper-sweet and sweetly hyper, but he's a rescue so a little messed up in the haid, as we say down here.
Yeah, that's probably it, since it was "CAT. ON. MY. HEAD." that piqued my curiosity enough to click the link. It also reminded me of my 4 year-old cat, Bronte, who had to be euthanized a year ago December -- she was a big one for wanting to share my pillow with me.
I haven't met a lot of Cattle Dogs, but I have a great time with our two Australian Shepherds. Darwin (he's in my default icon) is a mismark we got from a conformation breeder (he couldn't be shown, so I got dibs on him, since I was looking for a companion instead of a show dog). We've had him since he was 8 weeks old. Sydney is a shelter puppy we rescued a year ago January. (I couldn't believe someone had dumped a purebred Aussie off at the shelter, but that's people for you.) Neither of them are what I'd consider hyper -- but I walk them between 2-3 miles every day, and I do agility classes with Darwin. (Sydney's obedience skills are, uh... sort of... lacking. She's kind of stubborn, so doing something like agility with her is not really an option.) They get a little antsy after a few days cooped up indoors (Tropical Storm Fay was not what you'd call "fun times" in our house).
Our cat, Kisa, was Bronte's littermate, and she's... well...hmmm. Sweet and affectionate, and yet wildly neurotic (to be fair, she was neurotic BEFORE we got Darwin). Her worst habits are teasing the dogs and headbutting my mug when I'm drinking hot tea/coffee/cocoa. When Bronte was still around, we called them Pinky and the Brain -- Bronte was the one who figured out how to open doors, and would sit in the sink trying to puzzle out how to turn on the water if their water bowl was empty. Kisa was always standing nearby as if to say, "Narf!"
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CAT. ON MY HEAD.
Of course, I'm laughng because I've been there. Not so much with a cat on my head, but I have been woken up by animal antics at godawful-thirty in the morning.
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PS: He's done it twice more since I wrote that. >.
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Oh man, I love Aussies, both Shepherds and Cattle Dogs. Cattle Dogs just because they remind me of some big burly drover in the Outback looking to start a barfight, and Shepherds because they're just fun, cute dogs. Way too hyper for me though. All the ones I've met have been like Steve Irwin on a Red Bull bender.
Livingston is actually a really good cat, aside from the wars we have over the litterbox (no matter how often I clean it, he decides that once it's been pooped in ONCE, even after scooping, the floor is preferable eternally thereafter). But dumb as he is, he's very companionable, great with our three-year-old daughter, laid-back, friendly, and just soothing to have around. Our other Maine Coon (Flat Cat, aka Beauregard) is alternately hyper-sweet and sweetly hyper, but he's a rescue so a little messed up in the haid, as we say down here.
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I haven't met a lot of Cattle Dogs, but I have a great time with our two Australian Shepherds. Darwin (he's in my default icon) is a mismark we got from a conformation breeder (he couldn't be shown, so I got dibs on him, since I was looking for a companion instead of a show dog). We've had him since he was 8 weeks old. Sydney is a shelter puppy we rescued a year ago January. (I couldn't believe someone had dumped a purebred Aussie off at the shelter, but that's people for you.) Neither of them are what I'd consider hyper -- but I walk them between 2-3 miles every day, and I do agility classes with Darwin. (Sydney's obedience skills are, uh... sort of... lacking. She's kind of stubborn, so doing something like agility with her is not really an option.) They get a little antsy after a few days cooped up indoors (Tropical Storm Fay was not what you'd call "fun times" in our house).
Our cat, Kisa, was Bronte's littermate, and she's... well...hmmm. Sweet and affectionate, and yet wildly neurotic (to be fair, she was neurotic BEFORE we got Darwin). Her worst habits are teasing the dogs and headbutting my mug when I'm drinking hot tea/coffee/cocoa. When Bronte was still around, we called them Pinky and the Brain -- Bronte was the one who figured out how to open doors, and would sit in the sink trying to puzzle out how to turn on the water if their water bowl was empty. Kisa was always standing nearby as if to say, "Narf!"