I don’t know what possessed Google Photos to make this video for me. I certainly didn’t ask them to do it. It probably saw that I was taking all of these photos of my cat Harry and made a nice little collage out of it.
Warning: the jazzy song in this tune consisting of one word, the word being meow, will stick in your head. You’ve been warned.
Thank you Google Photos…I think. I’m a little creeped out over the whole thing.
A couple of weeks ago, I took Harry for his once every three months nail clipping at Petco.
But, I had to take Harry to the store twice in three days. The first time I took him, I learned that they had adjusted the hours they offer pet grooming, from noon to 8pm. Before that, you could go anytime they were open.
Harry doesn’t like being caged up, as I figure most cats wouldn’t. He hangs on to me and meows what sounds like a “No!” when I put him in before eventually concedes.
He also, in his older age, vomits in his cage when I take him there. Don’t know how that “car sickness” got started. But I always give him treats (catnip flavored Temptations) when the ordeal is over.
It’s a slightly foggy morning where I live here in Florida. I’m waiting a couple of hours for the threat to die down completely before I take Harry to the local Petco for his quarterly nail trimming.
I tend to watch Fox News if I’m at home during the day, and they sometimes run those ads for the ASPCA. There must be some philosophy that they have that those ads have to make everyone feel bad if they don’t own a pet or something
It’s always soft violin music, close ups of sad pets. I’m not saying that there are pet population problems in parts of the country. It’s logical it exists.
I’m just saying they could make their ads a happier place. Show the happiness of pet ownership as opposed to the sadness of not being an owner.
Next week, I will have owned Har for two years, taking care of him on and off since 2010. Generally, he improves my daily mood, making me feel better about myself. There are days he tries my patience, but you have to take the good with the bad in all of life’s elements.
Not everyone can own a pet. If you can’t, that’s life I guess. No need to make everyone cry their eyes out over a commercial.
I was playing with Harry this morning, and all of sudden, he saw my arm as a piece of steak and started attacking it, crashing his small body into my limb and attacking it like a competitive eater.
I yelped, “UHHH! AHHH! Harry, NOOO!” He attacked with such zest, I had to smack him one to get him off of me.
A few minutes later, marks started to appear on my arm. Off to the bathroom to apply Neosporin and peroxide.
He does this occasionally. Most of the time he’s fine, but there’s that one time in 100 where he thinks he’s a tiger. The odd thing is he’ll cry a bit while he does it. Maybe he realizes the remorse he has attacking is friend…me?
Harry always has had a bit of feral cat in him, but I thought in the last week or so we had bonded better than we ever had before. Then, this happens. Oh well, back to the drawing board.
I hate to admit this online, but my cat has a drinking problem. No, not THAT kind of drinking problem…like there’s an Alcoholics Anonymous for cats.
If I sit by Harry with a bottle of water, he immediately goes to work sniffing and licking the condensation on it when I get it out of the refrigerator. On Monday, he sat on my hand as I sat on the back (indoor) porch area, sniffing away. I guess his natural curiosity was piqued.
But you know what they say, right? That thing about curiosity killing cats? Hope that never happens to Harry. He’s a good guy, or he tries to be.