Cat Lady Post

This boy and his Bengal


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When we’re outside, Pogi often suits in the windows of the basement, mewwing at us through the single panes. Dom loves it of course and has to say hello which drives Pogi a wee bit crazy. I suppose it was only a matter of time before this boy began harassing the cat in more ways than just pulling his tail.

A little more boy and his bengal


boyandbengal2It constantly surprises me that Dominic and Pogi are buds. I assumed that bringing a baby home would make Pogi a very unhappy cat and at first, it did. He crept around whatever baby thing Dom was in: car seat, swing, seat, bassinet, and such. He would hiss when Dominic would move or crawl. We seemed to be off to a great start.

One day, I held Dominic’s hand out and Pogi didn’t hiss.

Then, there was that time when Pogi let Dom touch him.

When Dominic started sitting up, we would hand him one of Pogi’s toys to shake around and Pogi joined right in. How fun. I wrote about it because that is what I do: Boy and his bengal (the first).

To this day, their friendship continues. See all of these neat-o pictures? I am still surprised by it. I am surprised that Dominic chases Pogi and the cat might let him win. I am surprised that Pogi follows Dominic around. I am surprised that when Dom is on one side of a closed door, Pogi reaches under with his paws to find him.

I am NOT surprised that Pogi crawls under Dom’s crib at night if we don’t catch him first to shut him up in the other room before putting Dom to bed…

Wow, I explained that well.

We don’t want Pogi in Dom’s room at night. Just let the kid sleep. We do.

It’s still pretty cute, though, our little man and the cat.

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Pogi, Dom’s Shadow


bedtime_pogiI suppose that Dominic doesn’t have a choice in this.

He owns a cat.

I did not think that Pogi would prefer Dom very much. Prior to Dom’s birth, when children would come over, where do you think Pogi would usually go? Under the bed of course. Every now and then, a careful and patient child would coax him out. And how often, would you say, does a child prefer to be careful and patient?

Pogi would play with Kate, but it would take her 10-15 minutes to convince him she wouldn’t grab his tail or yank out his fur and so it was safe to creep out from under the bed. I must admit, it was impressive to see this little 4-year old (at the time) be patient just so she could play fetch with Pogi.

Babies aren’t patient. They make a lot of noise. They flail. They clench their fists around things. Pogi was sure to dislike this new family member when Dom came home.

And he did for the first couple of weeks, hissing at baby Dom.

When Pogi was curled up in his cat bed, I would hold out Dom’s hand and have him pet the cat. Guess how much Pogi loved that? At first he hissed, then tolerated, then attempted to ignore us. Then one day, Pogi reached up to Dom’s hand, sniffed it, and rubbed his cheek against it. I must admit, I was surprised.

“Wow, Dom! Pogi likes you!” Dom didn’t even look up at me. He wasn’t looking at Pogi either. I think he was still learning to focus. I had to be surprised on my own.

Eventually, Pogi came in one morning and dropped his toy next to Dominic instead of by me. I started teaching Dom to hold Pogi’s toy for him. I’m sure he learned so much.

Now, Pogi wants to be everywhere Dom is. At times, it’s annoying because I have to go and find him somewhere in Dom’s room (in the closet, under the crib, under the chair) before I can shut his door for his nap. If Pogi’s left in there, eventually he starts meowing. Bad cat.

Tonight, as Nathan was reading Dominic his bedtime stories, Pogi was nearby. He was already preparing a new hiding place so I couldn’t drag him out of the room when Dom went to bed, but as you can see from the picture, it was rather obvious. I’m sure that Pogi thought it was perfect, though. He even shook his little bum while hiding under the playmat as though he was going to suddenly pounce on me and the camera in the hall.

Well, Dominic, you have a cat named Pogi and Pogi can’t wait until you learn to throw.

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I Once Had a Cat Named Minyo


Enter the caption contest now! It’s so exciting isn’t it? If you need the rules for this supposed-to-be-weekly contest, click here: Caption Contest Rules Shmules.


Last Contest’s Winner: It IS Braden!!! Thank you for not calling my knee a boy knee and thank you for the painful, reminds-me-of-my-father pun. Good work my friend. To reward you, I think you should go out with a good friend of mine…

RIP Koshka – No More Pokey Paws


“Koshka – obituary
Mom will take her in at 11:00.
She has been a good pet for 17 years. Looks like kidney failure and blindness. A family funeral lunch will be held at Chuck-a-Rama. RIP&RSVP” ~Dad

What better way to honor the death of our Siamese cat than by eating endless scones with honey butter? We’ll never know whether or not she was preceded in death by Coboka.

The Quirks of LRE


Hooray it’s Thursday, which means you’re getting ever closer to the fabulous weekend, but it also means it’s time for everyone’s favorite weekly blog: Therapy Thursdays. The stage is set with a nice chaise lounge chair under a big window with a brilliantly yellow and orange sweetgum tree just outside. Sounds idyllic? In walks the DOC with, for some strange reason, a large (and rather old school) head mirror atop his forehead. LRE (that’s ME! Larrie) follows him in, kicks off her sandals and stretches out on the chaise with her hands behind her head. Our scene begins…

DOC: Well, you look comfortable.

LRE: Yeah, it’s nice to stretch out. Hey… why do you have that big circle thing on your head?

DOC: Don’t worry about it. (DOC removes his odd headgear.)

LRE: Okay, now I can talk to you normal.

DOC: You’re normal?

LRE: Ha, sure; let’s pretend.

DOC: Right, cuz I read on your friend, Lindsey’s blog that you’re “always quirky! HA!”

LRE: And be grateful for that, too, because I offer a good laugh by my quirkiness.

DOC: So how would you define your quirkiness?

LRE: In six ways.

DOC: Really? So you’ve thought about this already?

LRE: Not exactly; but according to the tag, that’s what I’m supposed to do – come up with six personal quirks.

DOC: Well, that should be easy.

LRE: Not really; they’re all pretty much already on my lists of 100 I’ve made previously.

DOC: Okay then, missy… be creative and come up with something new.

LRE: Right-o…here we go with numero uno.

DOC: Oh there you go… you throw in random Spanish phrases.

LRE: Yeah, yeah, that’s a good one, thanks DOC. It’s true, too. I don’t really SPEAK Spanish, but I certainly attempted to learn it enough to get some decent grades in my Spanish classes at the mighty BYU. And now, I throw in random phrases every now and then. I say ‘bueno’ a lot, along with ‘se me fue’ and sometimes add ‘la onda’ to the phrase. I also use ‘pobrecito’ when people complain about aches and pains to me and they may use it back at me. There are certainly others, but that’s a good list.

DOC: That’s good. Quirk number one defined.

LRE: Okay, so on to number two: I’ve had six dislocations so far.

DOC: Really? Wow, try this. (DOC tries to push all his right-hand fingers back with his left hand.)

LRE: That’s what doctors always ask me to do when I say that, but my fingers don’t go anywhere. My chiropractor thinks I have bad tendons and gave me some natural supplements to help.

DOC: Ah, yes, the witch doctor.

LRE: Yes, I like him, thank you very much.

DOC: Okay, so that was quirk number two. Bring on three.

LRE: Um… (staring out the window at the pretty fall foliage)… I own two cats.

DOC: Shoot, girl; that should have been number ONE.

LRE: I know, seriously. BUT, I’ll have you know, that these are EXOCTIC cats bred from the WILD asian leopard cats so I could have my own little leopards that like to play fetch.

DOC: They play fetch?

LRE: Just one; but that’s the cat’s quirk, not mine.

DOC: Okay so that’s number three. Along those same lines, you probably have some quirky behavior because of those two cats… excuse me, those two EXOCTIC cats.

LRE: It’s possible. Last night, I stopped by the store on the way home from soccer to pick up some cream cheese and they had kitty litter on sale. It was TWO BUCKS OFF! So, I, of course stocked up on three 30-lb bags.

DOC: Yeah, that’s a GOOD quirk. And what time were you stocking up on kitty toiletries?

LRE: Around 11:00 p.m. BUT, I’ll have you know, that I probably looked a lot like the crazy cat lady as I carried ALL THREE bags, at the SAME time, in from the car, up the stairs inside my condo and to the back laundry room without dropping them OR hurting my back.

DOC: Ha! Must have been a sight. Thanks for sharing with the internet.

LRE: Sure thing.

DOC: Okay, that was a good number four quirk. Five?

LRE: Right, well, how about the fact that people call me Larrie? I think that’s a bit unusually for such a gorgeous babe such as myself.

DOC: A bit, yes.

LRE: Blame my brothers… and the Christmas Elf that I made up for James back in the day that delivered Christmas treats to a flannel stocking I had made and hung from his dresser. The Elf’s name was Larry. Somehow, Jarv determined that the “feminine” spelling of that would be Larrie and wrote all his letters home from Hungarian to me addressed as such. Freshman year at the BY, my roommates helped me determine that the I. E. stood for innocent energy (which was a secret connection back to a letter I had received from a boy). Wow, yeah; there’s definitely a bit of quirkiness in the “history” of that nickname.

DOC: Nice work; you’ve got five quirks down, one to go. Make it a good one.

LRE: I wake up with a different and very random song in my head every morning.

DOC: How random?

LRE: The other morning, it was the hymn “Did You Think to Pray?” Then this morning, if I remember correctly, it was “Down” by 311.

DOC: Definitely two very different types.

LRE: Yeah, I would almost say, “anything, but country,” but that’s not true.

DOC: What? You mean… you listen to country music now?

LRE: No, no, no, no. Silly DOC. It’s because one of my BYU roommates, Ms. Hi-zatch, used to sing the same song in the mornings… I only really remembered one line: (LRE starts singing be-autifully) “good morning beautiful, how was your night?”

DOC: Oh, right; that’s from “Good Morning Beautiful” by Steve Holy.

LRE: Did you google that?

DOC: Why yes, I did.

LRE: Nice work. While you’re busy googling over there (apparently, the DOC now has a laptop on his lap and is busily typing away), google how to win a FREE HAND BAG, too!