Sunday, January 25, 2015

Rufus: Just Saying: SNOW DAY! Ear-Flying GOOD TIMES!

Rufus: Just Saying:  SNOW DAY!!! Ear-Flying GOOD TIMES!
25 January 2015  

It’s been very busy here. The MomPeople’s sister came to visit. AuntPeople is VERY cool. Exceptional at handing out treats. 

After she left, we HAD SNOW!!! I LOVE SNOW!!! DadPeople, MomPeople, and I went to play in the snow as soon as we got up yesterday morning. 






First I ran through our front yard. And then I was a VERY good Dawg. I waited for the People to catch up at the top of the driveway. Look at all the snow across the street!!  














Then I showed DadPeople how to run in the snow. People are not great snow runners FYI.   
































Of course snow is not just for running. It’s also for ‘snuffle upping’. So I checked this spot. My head is in the snow. FYI.












But then it was time to run AGAIN!  












And then the People got worried that I was too wet. REALLY? To make them happy I shook off the snow.  Everything shook, including my cheeks. Pretty good, huh? 



And then I was off and running again. It made the People happy. They laughed. It made me happy. I laughed.  One Ear-flying good SNOW DAY!  
Rufus 

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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Rufus: Just Saying: New Years Resolutions for MyPeople

Rufus: Just Saying: New Years Resolutions for MyPeople 
7 January 2015

Sigh. MomPeople has been way too busy with her stuff, and she won’t let me near the computer. Something about me chewing the legs on a chair. What does that have to do with computering? I wouldn’t eat the computer. Well, not if there weren’t any crumbs or anything on it that needed cleaning up. 

So it’s MomPeople’s fault I’m a whole week late with my post. And that’s my first New Years Resolution. MomPeople should schedule my posts into her To Do List. And not make me wait while she does workshop homework or revisions on her stories (Which should have me in them.)

NikkiCat and I worked on this very important New Year’s Resolutions for ThePeople”

1) More People Time spent with NikkiCat and I. 
Nikki wants MomPeople to not move around the house. She should just stay in her office and type while NikkiCat sleeps in his bed nearby (where he supervises and gets back to me on the fact that Neither of us are in the story she’s working on!!!) 
I vote for this one too, because if MomPeople just writes, then she won’t run that humongously noisy dirt-sucking machine that forces me to bark. 
I want DadPeople to go OUT and play with me more. We really need to chase that squirrel who sits inside the bird feeder and eats all the seed. And there is a LOT of deer poop to eat since MomPeople puts out corn for the deer every morning.

B) No more clothes for us. 
Today I could barely run out at the pond wearing my new camouflage winter coat. I don't' care that the Pit Bull down the street has a new red coat. He won’t even look anyone in the eyes; he’s that embarrassed
NikkiCat tells me there’s a red sweater that The People get out every winter and try to make him wear. NikkiCat just goes limp to demonstrate how sweaters do bad things to cats. I may try that with the coat. 


C) NikkiCat doesn't have a problem with ThePeople issuing commands. He says if The People ever did anything this stupid with him, he’d just give them his Hard Stare. 
I don’t mind so much except for the ‘Sit’ command. When we’re out in the cold or wet, ThePeople should not tell me to ‘Sit’. Unless they’re willing to drop their drawers and plant their bare butts on the cold ground first. 

4) The People should stop spelling out words in front of me. I know they’re talking about something really barking-good, like cookies. Which means I’m going to get excited and bark, and jump. Who knows? If they’re spelling, it could be so many good things. Just tell me. Is it ‘go to the park’? Or cookies? Or play frisbee? 
“C-O-O-K-I-E-S” is probably cookies. Just hand them over MomPeople, “CookieMomster.” 

Rufus 
 BTW: One more resolution for MY People. More Snow! I love Snow! It snowed today!  






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Friday, December 26, 2014

Rufus: Just Saying: A VERY Ducky Christmas!

Rufus: Just Saying: A VERY Ducky Christmas! 
26 December 2014 







I LOVE Christmas. This year I was home with my DadPeople and MomPeople, and Nikki, AND brand new FamilyPeople who are NOT cats!

 ProfessorDaughterPeople and HerSpecialPeople came for Christmas! ProfessorDaughterPeople is a VERY good ear scratcher. And HerSpecialPeople was so nice. He shaved his beard when it upset me!! Wow! And they both went on walks with me and DadPeople and MomPeople!





And then Sandy Paws Came! I got that new un-chewed whiffle ball I hoped for. I’d never seen a ball held prisoner by paper before. It took  a few seconds to free the ball from the clutches of the enemy paper.(Wrapping paper doesn’t taste nearly as good as it looks.) I am now very good at ball rescue. If NikkiCat wants me to free his balls, I’m available. 






All TheFamilyPeople were standing around watching me. Since this gift thing is a new experience for me, I decided to take my new ball into my private space. My crate. It also gave me a chance to spit out the paper, in case I needed it later. 






But you’re not going to believe what came next! Another toy! ProfessorDaughterPeople and HerSpecialPeople gave me a farting duck! I mean is that the best toy in the whole world or what? 










DadPeople and ProfessorDaughterPeople kept calling it a quacky duck. But please! I know which end the quacks come out of on a duck. And trust me that’s not the quacking end. 


Rufus 












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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Rufus: Just Saying: MY OWN CHRISTMAS TREE!

Rufus: Just Saying: MY OWN CHRISTMAS TREE!
16 December 2014 













I HAVE MY OWN CHRISTMAS TREE!


The MomPeople put this tree down in The DadPeople and my Man Cave.  I’m ready for Christmas. 

Come on Sandy Paws!
I’ve been a very good dawg. (Don’t look at the chewed up whiffle balls in my toy bucket. I was Supposed to chew them, honest.) 

And I haven’t chewed a single sparkly ball on my tree. Even if they are a really good size for chasing and . . .

Sandy Paws, I have a Christmas wish list. I could use a new whiffle ball. And I’d like all the other dogs and cats to have good homes and good People. And everybody to have a wonderful year! 

I HAVE MY OWN CHRISTMAS TREE!!! 

Rufus 


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Friday, December 12, 2014

Rufus: Just Saying: Christmas Crazy

Rufus: Just Saying: Christmas Crazy
12 December 2014 

Sometimes The People are kind of hard to figure out. This is my first Christmas inside my own very
own with my own The People home. Last year the DadPeople was recovering from heart surgery, so I stayed with Mr. Moberly in his kennels and played with a certain Very cute labrador. :)

This year it’s My Home with The People Christmas. I figure there’s going to be yummy turkey like at Thanksgiving. That’s excellent. But The People have started doing strange stuff to the house.
There’s sparkly stuff all over. BUT I am NOT allowed to play with any of it, or eat it. So what good is sparkly stuff? Maybe the worst are the sparkly balls. No close up sniffing allowed! That’s one of those: “No, Rufus. Leave it!”

Snort. No chasing sparkly balls. I don’t care. They don’t even smell good like my tennis and whiffle balls.

Another thing. The People went out and brought home a tree they put in the upstairs living room! Huh? And trust me, it’s not for peeing on.This strange smelling tree has lights that first go white, then colors, then back to white, then colors. Wait up. I’m getting dizzy. 


I don’t think the lights in the tree are because of lightning bugs, ‘cause if the tree had bugs I’d eat ‘em up! Or snap at them and make them get OUT of my house. But The People just stare at  the lights and talk about them. Hmmm. 

This is crazy stuff. A tree that blinks and can’t be marked and this big pile of balls I am NOT allowed to play with. I’ve heard the balls are going to hang on the tree! Whenever The People stop staring at the lights.









And then there’s the creepy little guys who appeared on the coffee table. Look at these three!!! Are they shifty or what? I think they broke in the house last night, and The People were too busy being hypnotized by the tree to notice!  

I’m pretty sure these sparkly house-breakers are here to steal important stuff, like my food. Or NikkiCAt’s. Well, they can have NikkiCat’s food. Except for his chicken treats. I LOVE chicken treats. 


Rufus who is still blogging while The MomPeople is staring at the tree lights. 

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Thursday, December 4, 2014

Rufus: Just Saying: Getting into the Holiday Spirit

Rufus: Just Saying: Getting into the Holiday Spirit 
4 December 2014 

It’s almost CHRISTMAS!!! And the People are getting into the spirit. Me too.
First thing to getting into the spirit: get happy, laugh. What’s funny? Washing The CAT! 





Since NikkiCat’s fur is all black, mud spots don’t show on him like on me. But trust me he’s NOT  getting himself cleaner than I get myself. So, if I get baths, then: WASH THE CAT! 
Here are my two favorite methods.
I’ve adapted these online directions to give to the DadPeople.

First :Fast Wash for the DadPeople to hurry up so we can go Out to Play, but The Cat deserves needs a bath.
Use the toilet.
  1. Put both toilet lids up. (if you’re in a hurry, just the top lid will do. It’s honestly not that hard to stuff a cat in a toilet. Do NOT ask how I know this.)  Squirt at least an 1/8 cup of kitty shampoo into the bowl. More makes for impressive bubbles. Never can have too many bubbles.
  2. Pick up The Cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.
I’ll bark to encourage The Cat.

3. In one smooth movement, stuff put The Cat in the toilet and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid. I can help. 

4. The Cat will self-agitate and make suds. BUBBLES!  Never mind the loud noises, The Cat is actually enjoying this. Trust me. 

5. Flush three or four times. This provides a "power-wash" and rinse".

6. Have the MomPeople open the front door of our home. Be sure no one stands between the toilet and the front door.

7. Standing behind the toilet as far as you can, (it may be a little crowded because I’ll already be there.) quickly lift both toilet lids.

8. The Cat will rocket out out, streak through the room, and run outside where he will dry himself off. I’ll be right behind barking encouragement.

9. Both the commode and The Cat will be sparkling clean. The Cat will air dry. 

10. We can go Out and play! 
Sincerely,
The Dog 


If it’s a rainy day, and I’m not going out anyway, this second method provides a LOT more entertainment. I found this one at:  http://www.killsometime.com/jokes/511/How-to-bathe-your-cat

How to bathe your cat

1) First …. dress for the occasion. A 4-ply rubber wet suit is suggested, along with a helmet, face mask, and welders gloves. (Trust me DadPeople, this is a minimum!) 

2) A Bathtub with a glass enclosure is preferred to the one with a shower curtain. A frenzied cat can shred one of these in about 3.5 seconds.

3) Have the kitty shampoo and towel in the enclosed bathtub area beforehand. No… blow drying the cat after the bath is not suggested. Although if you still have him penned up in the glass enclosed bathtub… 

4) Fill the tub with water a little warmer than needed. It’ll take us a while to locate The Cat, and the water will cool. (Except I’m a hound; I’ll find him. You’re welcome. You just need to pull him out from under the couch. Ooops, did I leak his favorite hidey place?) 
Position everything strategically in the bath, so you can reach it even if you are face down or prone in the tub. (I’ll bark for the MomPeople if The Cat pins you under the water. She has an elephant anesthesia gun, right?)

5) Once we sneak up on The Cat, pick him up nonchalantly as if you were simply carrying him to the supper dish. No need to worry about The Cat noticing your strange attire, The Cat barely notices you anyway.

6) Once we and The Cat are inside the bathroom speed is essential. I’ll shove the bathroom door shut while you get into the tub, closing the sliding doors, but not blocking my view from outside. Drop the cat into the water. While The Cat is still in a state of shock locate the shampoo.  (Which doesn’t taste all that good, so No I didn’t eat it while you weren’t looking.)  Quickly squirt whatever part of The Cat is above the water line. We are about to begin a really fun wild 45 seconds. Remember cats have no handles, and he now has soapy fur. His state of shock has worn off, and he’s madder than hell. (So, that’s like having, what? a really angry electric eel with slashing claws aimed at you? Remember, don’t block my view.)  

7) As best, you can, wearing the welder’s gloves, try to field his body as he
catapults through the air toward the ceiling. If possible, give another
squirt of shampoo while his body is fully exposed.

During the 5 seconds you are able to hold onto him, rub vigorously. No need to worry about rinsing. As he slides down the glass enclosure into the tub, he will fall back into the water, rinsing himself in the process.

9) Only attempt the lather and rinse process about 3 times. (I’ll have laughed myself into needing to go out to pee by now.) The Cat will realize the lack of traction on the glass at this point and will use your next attempt to grab onto the first available part of you.

10) Next, the cat must be dried. No, this is NOT the easiest part. By this stage, you are worn out, and The Cat has just become semi-permanently affixed to your right leg. I suggest you drain the tub and, in full view of The Cat, reach for the bottle of shampoo.

11) The Cat is smarter than he looks. If you have done step 10 correctly, The Cat will be off your leg and hanging precariously from your helmet. Although this view of The Cat is disgusting, he will be in a much better position for wrapping him up in a towel.

12) Be sure The Cat is firmly tied-up wrapped in the towel before opening tub enclosure. Remember I’m outside the tub and … I have a tender nose which I don’t need Cat-swiped, again.
Open bathroom door …. put towel-wrapped cat on the floor and jump back. Into the tub, if possible, (I’ll already be in there checking to see if kitty shampoo-water is tastier than kitty shampoo) and do not open enclosure until all you can see in the bathroom is the shredded towel.

13) In about 2 hours …. it will be safe to exit the bathroom.The Cat will be sitting out there somewhere looking like a small hedgehog while plotting revenge.

Which is when we go OUT to play!!!! 

Rufus :)  
NikkiCAT, trust me, it’s safe to come out. 




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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Rufus (AND NikkiCat, and Kath) : Just Saying: Thanks Giving

Rufus (AND NikkiCat, and Kath) : Just Saying: Thanks Giving  
27 November 2014



Rufus- Thanksgiving day is here! Turkey! I love Turkeys! They run slower than chipmunks! But then they fly. That’s a flaw, as NikkiCat would say. I heard that DadPeople is cooking a turkey today. I didn’t see DadPeople catch one of the turkeys, but NikkiCat says the turkey came from the grocery store and was living in the refrigerator. Weird. But that’s where DadPeople keeps the bologna (I LOVE bologna!) and pupsicles! (I LOVE pupsicles!) If the turkey is as big as NikkiCat says, I figure there’ll be LOTS of leftovers. How much turkey can MomPeople and DadPeople eat? And NikkiCat doesn't like turkey. I LOVE Thanksgiving! 




NikkiCat- Sigh. Rufus chases everything. I have to admit I do like watching the jakes run and fly into the trees with Rufus barking his head off.  I don’t fly, so I don’t chase turkeys. Duh! Like Rufus said, there’s a turkey in the refrigerator. The DadSerf has the turkey situation under control.

Anyway, I am going to take Rufus aside and explain what Thanksgiving is really about. It’s about MomSerf taking care of me, buying me treats, lots of food, making several cozy nests for me, hugging me even if it’s not dignified. And the same goes for Rufus. 


Rufus- NikkiCat didn’t give me a chance. I LOVE my DadPeople! And MomPeople is a CookieMomster! (She makes sure I have a cookie after our walks.) I’d lost my home when I met Mom and DadPeople. And now I have my very own DadPeople, lots of home, lots of treats, toys, walks at the pond, play outside with DadPeople, turkeys to chase, and chipmunks to bark at. Life is Good!


Kath- I’m grateful for all of my family, for the blessing of having a cozy home and food for this feast day, for the privilege of being a citizen of the USA. For Rufus and NikkiCat taking over the blog while I work on a new writing project. Although I have a suspicion that they are enjoying their platform, and I may not get the blog back any time soon. 

Ah. NikkiCat suggest that I list all that I’m grateful for with regard to him and Rufus. Fine. I’m grateful for the daily walks with Rufus that get us outdoors to enjoy the world and of course exercise. I am grateful that NikkiCat offers, in the true spirit of self sacrifice, to eat my crackers and cheese to save me from the fattening calories. (Rufus reminds me that he will gladly help with ANYTHING I am eating.) 

I am grateful for NikkiCat’s company while I work at the computer. Although I definitely made a mistake buying him the black-cat-on-black-rug because he melds into it, and I cannot see him. Which means sometimes poor NikkiCat gets stepped on. Which results in distribution of treats to make up for the mistreatment. 

I’m thankful that Rufus is a true football fan and only too happy to watch game after game with TPC. And that Rufus has taught TPC to play frisbees. Good exercise for both of them.

I’m grateful that NikkiCat and Rufus do their best to roust the chipmunks. Those little rodents may look cute and all, but they’re burrowing under our house like they’re digging a sinkhole to swallow us all up, especially NikkiCat and Rufus. 

I’m grateful for the attention NikkiCAt gives me, even if I can really truly honest to pete handle everything on my own in the restroom. After all, I don’t crowd into the litter box when he’s ‘Occupado’. 

I’m thankful that NikkiCat’s pregnant mom found us. 

I’m thankful to the %$%%^ who abandoned Rufus so that we could adopt each other. 

I’m thankful to you, dear reader, for giving me the privilege of your attention. 

Happy Thanksgiving! 








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