Gamby the funny-jointed one sometimes likes to pretend she has NO bones at all.
Here she is pretending to be a pile of fur that was poured onto the pavement.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Tagar the Roach Weapon
I am not a fan of cockroaches. Having one cross my path would generally make me shriek and screech until someone kills the ugly cockroach and disposes it. Although to tell the truth, I would only shriek if someone is around to kill the roach. No point screeching otherwise, the damned roach isn't keel over and die. I would then just quietly edge around the awful thing and not enter that room for the next 8 hours.
But now I have the ultimate weapon against them roaches - a Tagar!
Tagar always gets the roach. Her hit rate must be close to a 100%, hardly any she hunts escapes. But this wonderful roach weapon is very hard to use.
Like today, there was a big roach in the downstairs bathroom. I called and Tagar came running - after about two minutes of repeated calls. She was napping and took a while to decide to get up and answer me - I could see her open eyes rolling about mulling whether to abandon her nap or abandon her mommy.
Then she came running - and stopped at the door, eyeballing me suspiciously. The downstairs bathroom is where the tyrants usually get their bath, and Tagar thought she was being conned into having one. I kept calling and maybe some of my distress was showing - she slowly inched her way into the bathroom. I pointed at the roach, but Tagar refused to take her suspicious eyes off me, so I had to manually turn her head and point her nose at the roach.
Aha! Tagar tail went up and her whole body tensed. She went into full alert hunting mode, all senses focused on the roach. It started scurrying around, trying to hide behind then under the door. Tagar snorted around a bit and then backed the roach into a corner, then with a quick dart caught the awful thing and ran out with it.
Hooray! Tagar (reluctantly) saves the day!
If you're wondering, Tagar doesn't eat the cockroaches. She bring them outside, plays catch and release with them, until they die from being patted by her paw one too many times. Sometimes she lets Gamby play catch and release with the roaches she caught. How.. uh.. sweet.
But now I have the ultimate weapon against them roaches - a Tagar!
The Weapon
Tagar always gets the roach. Her hit rate must be close to a 100%, hardly any she hunts escapes. But this wonderful roach weapon is very hard to use.
Like today, there was a big roach in the downstairs bathroom. I called and Tagar came running - after about two minutes of repeated calls. She was napping and took a while to decide to get up and answer me - I could see her open eyes rolling about mulling whether to abandon her nap or abandon her mommy.
Should I get up? It's probably just a silly roach.
Aha! Tagar tail went up and her whole body tensed. She went into full alert hunting mode, all senses focused on the roach. It started scurrying around, trying to hide behind then under the door. Tagar snorted around a bit and then backed the roach into a corner, then with a quick dart caught the awful thing and ran out with it.
Hooray! Tagar (reluctantly) saves the day!
If you're wondering, Tagar doesn't eat the cockroaches. She bring them outside, plays catch and release with them, until they die from being patted by her paw one too many times. Sometimes she lets Gamby play catch and release with the roaches she caught. How.. uh.. sweet.
Ok, I saved you. Now let me get back to sleep.
All three of them can catch roaches, but Togo is too lazy and Gamby is too klutzy.
Here's another roach story from yesteryear.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Under the Tagar
Friday, June 10, 2011
Miss Funny Joints
Gamby the funny-jointed one is always lying about the house in all sorts of odd angles. We're forever chiding her to put her limbs back in place.
Today's limb of choice : shoulders
"Gamby! Put your shoulders in!"
Better?
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Squeeze Togo
Is Togo too big to go crawling under chairs, or is that chair too small?
Either way, Togo squeezed and squirmed his way just so he can sit under the little kid, who then promptly got up and left!
Either way, Togo squeezed and squirmed his way just so he can sit under the little kid, who then promptly got up and left!
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