Hello Boo!

Aug. 7th, 2016 09:14 pm
kybearfuzz: (Bill the Cat)
I have noticed that Milo the Cat (TM) is incredibly excited to see me when I get home. I think he's starved for attention and gets lonely when I'm not here. So I had planned to get another cat at some point. Murphy had Maggie and I know it made a significant difference in his stress level when I adopted her. So I have been looking to adopt another cat at some point.

The search has been tiresome. I have often read online that black cats are often the last ones adopted, due to superstition or to volume, I'm not sure, but I had made my mind up to adopt a black cat or kitten. In addition, I thought a female would be a better fit so Milo wouldn't feel threatened by another male cat.

A co-worker volunteers at a local cat organization and has been on the lookout for a black female kitten for me. Well, this past week, she had found one. The rescue named her "Skylar" (gag!) and I put in an application to adopt her and was approved. While I went to my hometown this weekend, the shelter was open today and I could stop in see if she'd be a good match once I drove back. So, she seemed to be a good match, so I adopted her today. Meet the renamed Boo (short for "Boo Boo Kitty" if you know the reference from 1970s TV).

Boo the Kitty
Boo the Kitty

Boo's story is very interesting. In the photo, you can see her left ear is clipped. She was captured from a feral colony by the this organization. She had been fixed and her ear clipped and she was slated to be returned to the colony. When they took her to be released, she refused to leave the trap. Apparently, she knew a good thing when she saw it and had become very acclimated and socialized. So she was put up for adoption instead.

So far, I'm keeping her in my home office and not letting her roam the house. She met Milo and the two of them seem to get along. They are currently chasing each other around my drafting table. I need to but some screening to block off the laundry room from the crawlspace. I really don't want to chase Boo in there like I did Milo. After a couple of days, I'll turn Boo loose in the rest of the house.

My household just got a lot more animated.
kybearfuzz: (Mark at 43)
Since I've not had much of a chance to update of late, here are some odds and ends:

  • Milo the Cat (TM) is doing well. His butt fur still hasn't grown in yet. It is coming in, but it's taking its time. He's not hiding any more for the part. He's learned he hates the vacuum cleaner. He spent his first weekend solo as I had gone to my hometown for the first time since I adopted him. He seems okay, no cat barf, no pooping issues, etc. He seems to have settled in well.


  • My sister and her family like my car. I put a bear flag plate on the front of it, which has led to one of my coworkers to refer to it as "The Bearmobile." I thought my car was unique at my office, and it was for two weeks, but lo-and-behold another Kia Soul in "latte brown" showed up last week, virtually identical to mine. I've not quite figured out who it belongs to, but I'll ask him or her where they got it. I suspect that they could have bought it from the Kia dealer where I test drove an identical car before I bought mine. That bear flag plate is going to come in handy in making sure I get into the right car.


  • I spent a good chunk of yesterday and today in my hometown. I saw family and celebrated Mother's Day with our mom as much as she wanted. I tried to take her out to dinner, but she wouldn't go. My sister and I bought Mom a new phone, as the caller ID on her old one was hard for her to read. The new one has big, bright screens, and announces the ID of the caller out loud. To be mean, my sister and I programmed the phone to announce our brother Joe as "Joe the Golden" when he calls. Mom has a bit of a blind eye to my twin's rudeness and forgives him anything, so we (jokingly) refer to him as "The Golden Child."


  • I pre-ordered "Deadpool" on Blu-Ray and it should show up on Tuesday. Since I'm expecting a rainout for softball this week, I'll be diving into that. I can't wait.


  • Things I need to do this week:
    1. Send off my passport renewal.
    2. Get the new car registered.
    3. Work.
    4. Workout.
    5. Nap.


Have a good week everyone!
kybearfuzz: (Dot Twerking)
Milo the Cat (TM) seems to be settling in quite well.

For the last week, he's been out of the storage space for the most part. He still goes in there to relax I think when I'm gone to work or out of the house for other reasons. However, when I come home, he quickly puts in an appearance, demanding some attention from me.

It's the kind of kitty I was hoping for really.

Like [livejournal.com profile] dr_tectonic had pointed out, he's gone from recluse to loverboy literally overnight. Now he cannot get enough attention. He likes being in my lap, being in the room with me, being in my face when I go to bed, etc.

The only real issue right now is his claws! He kneads me all the time and he's drawing blood in some cases. I need to trim his claws, but I'm gearing up to that to make sure he doesn't freak out. He's also starting to claw furniture and wall paper. So far, he's been good at not doing damage, but I bought some of that deterrent spray to see if I can prevent him from wrecking the couch.

As you can see, he's now the king of the house:

Milo Lounging
kybearfuzz: (Disco Kitty)
It's been nearly two weeks of my constantly trying to coax him out of the storage space, but last night he finally clamored out of hiding in search of food. Yesterday, I figured that one of the issues was that he didn't leave the room was that everything he needed was in there -- litter box, food, and water. So I removed the food and water to where they should be -- the kitchen. I figured if he got hungry, he'd explore more.

I was right. He started meowing in the late evening, like he was bellowing for his dinner. I talked to him (like he could understand me), explaining that this was not a restaurant but a home. I shook his bowl of food to let him know where it is, but I went to bed.

About 2 AM, I awoke to his loud yelling. I went to the bathroom, then to the edge of the stairs to find at the very bottom, just peeking around the corner. I called for him and crouched down at the end. Slowly, he carefully crawled up the steps to where I could pet him. Any sudden move on my part would send him back down the stairs, but then I managed to convince him to come back.

I went to bed, thinking we'd see how it went in the morning, but in the dark, he kept meowing. I called for him and he came into my room. I patted the edge and he jumped up on the bed with me, rubbing his face against my beard and collapsing when I scratched his ears. I was amazed, but also really sleepy. Eventually, I just decided to roll over and he went back downstairs.

I saw him again this morning with his continuing to be vocal. I could pet him if I carefully approached him. I got dressed and went to softball practice. When I got home, he'd returned to the storage space for the bulk of the day while I cleaned house and vacuumed.

This evening, he came back out again, meowing and wondering where his dinner was. I led him to the kitchen with a trail of cat treats. He was still cautious, but he'd roll around on the floor. Milo jumped up on the couch while I was watching TV. He kept kneading me with those claws, but it was nice.

Milo the Cat
Look How Cute I Am!

Milo the Cat
Milo the Cat Kneading

He's still skittish, but I definitely consider this great strides. When he stops hiding in the storage space, I'll consider him truly at home.
kybearfuzz: (Say Wha?)
This week has been tiring and busy, so I haven't been in much of a posting mood. Not that I've been in a bad mood, but I'm fairly wiped out at the end of the day.

  • Milo the Cat continues his self-imposed, storage-space hiatus. He's almost like a sad kid who didn't want to go to his grandparents' home for the summer. When I am asleep, he does get out. When I'm at home, he stays in the storage space. When I check on him, he just stares at me, keeping his distance. I am getting some faint glimmers of hope. He meowed at me today when I looked in on him an hour ago. Baby steps, I guess.


  • I did catch up on my DVR. I've been really enjoying this season of "RuPaul's Drag Race." I thought the Snatch Game episode was a bit of a bore, but the queens are a varied bunch this season. So far, my favorite two are Bob the Drag Queen and Thorgy Thor, both of whom are doing well in the competition. I strongly suspect Bob the Drag Queen will win it.


  • The local softball season was supposed to start with a scrimmage this past Tuesday, but the fields were too wet from a couple of rainy days. I was both disappointed and relieved, as work has me so tired I wasn't sure what my game was going to be like.


  • On the car front, I found a brown Kia Soul that I really, REALLY like. I test drove a 2014 last weekend, but there is one at Carmax that's a 2015 with fewer miles and less cost, so I'm having it shipped down to Cincinnati from Illinois. I'll give it another test ride when it shows up, but I think I'm wanting it.


  • I'm in a bit of a creative slump. I've started writing Issue #20 of my comic, but it's slow going. I guess I'm just not in the mood.


  • I am getting the itch to do some hard-core Spring Cleaning, including some purging of the comic books. I tried this once with little success, but I'm starting to buy into the idea of uncluttering those that I really haven't read or wanted to read for some time.


  • I burned through some of my earned credit card points this week. I decided to get into my "wish list" and get some DVDs. One that just came available this week is 7500, which I wrote about a while back. It never got a wide-release in the US, which is surprising as it's better than some of the other crap that has been put into theaters of late. I'm watching it as type this up. I have seen the movie as someone posted a subtitled version on YouTube.

Luckily, the weekend is looming and I'm grateful. I'm looking forward to sleeping in and enjoying the warm, sunny weather we're supposed to have.
kybearfuzz: (Karaoke Kitty)
After dealing with more car stuff earlier this morning, I took a much needed nap.

It's been almost a week now and Milo the Cat (the name I'm keeping) was making a bit of progress. He looked at me through the open laundry room door and meowed at me briefly before vanishing again earlier. He has started hiding behind boxes and it worries me when I can't see him.

So before dinner, I decided to crawl into the storage area to check on him. I found LOTS of empty boxes that need to be cleared out (mental note for spring cleaning). As I got close to him, he bolted farther away. I crawled after him and he ran into the laundry room.

I cornered him next to the hot water heater and he started meowing at me. Not in an aggressive way, but like he was afraid. I put my hand out for him to smell it and he did. I managed to scratch his head and behind his ears, though he continued to have this sad meow going. I thought I was making some strides, but I quickly trashed them with what happened next.

Milo bolted around me, but I tried to catch him. Out of reflex, I grabbed for him, but only snagged his tail. I should have just let him go and I don't know why I didn't. With his tail in my hand, he FREAKED (understandably). I tried to calm him down and he wasn't having any of it. He attacked the flashlight still in my other hand and I was shocked how panicked he was. The bowls of dry cat food and water went flying all over and I finally let go.

Crap, I thought, now he'll be even more skittish around me.

So I cleaned up the mess, checked on him via flashlight again and he ran from me, and ate dinner. I guess we'll see what happens tomorrow.
kybearfuzz: (Armed)
It's certainly been a busy Saturday.

Last night, I went to dinner with a friend who has recently started a new career at a bank. He deals with mutual funds, retirement accounts, etc., as well as basic banking processes. I asked for his opinion on whether to pay off the mortgage or buy a new car. His response was basically to pay off the house, as I wasn't paying hardly any interest at this point, then get a home equity loan to buy the car. The interest from it would be tax deductible and likely last longer.

So this morning, I showered and dressed and headed to my bank. The Assistant VP gave me an estimated pay off amount. However, when it came to the interest rate on the proposed loan to buy the car, the rate was 3.24 to 6%, a variable rate. I thought that was too freakin' high considering. Of course, it would be toward the lower end if I opened a home equity line of credit for half the value of my home. Ugh...

I left and went to lunch, determined that I should at least test drive some cars. My Toyota Corolla is still doing well and it's been a good car, but I'm craving something different. It's nine years old and has over 164,000 miles on it.

So I drove up to Carmax in Northern Cincinnati and met a very handsome, young salesperson named Jeff. Jeff is probably in his late 20's, has wavy brown hair and beard, lean otterish build, and the most amazing deep blue eyes I've ever seen on a man. Seriously, he is a good looking feller. So Jeff talked me into letting them give me an estimate on my car and then we test drove a couple cars on the lot. I drove a Nissan Rogue (with some nice bells and whistles) and a Nissan Ultima (which was unimpressive). I looked at a Camry and was very interested in a Ford Escape (until I saw the Consumer Reports ratings -- yikes). Overall, I just wasn't ready to buy, but I have a few more that I'd like to drive, like a Kia Soul because I'm curious and it's fairly well-rated.

So, I'm back home and a bit tired. While I haven't made any big decisions, it's been a good information-gathering day. Ideally, I'd like to see about being in a new car by next week. Since my bank won't give me a decent loan rate, I'm not sure if the house will get paid off at this time, as I may buy the car outright to avoid the loan.

As for the cat, I think the name "Milo" is going to stick. At this point though, he's still hunkered down in the storage space. I moved some boxes so I could get a better look at him, but still have yet to crawl in after him. I'm trying to be patient. I think he is exploring a bit at night, though he seems to be walking gingerly (no pun intended) so I can't hear him.

Day Four

Apr. 7th, 2016 08:59 pm
kybearfuzz: (Bianca Del Rio)
No real progress on the cat front. When I got home, I found no proof that he had been out of the laundry room. I"m sure he had been.

I opened the door to the storage space and found him lounging near the door, but still out of arm's reach. I was doing my back & biceps workout today, so I left the door open. I was hoping that it would be like he was in the room, seeing how he could see me and I could see him.

Instead, in typical cat fashion, he got up and crawled further into the storage space, turning his back toward me. Sigh.

So I shut the door again to give him the privacy he wants. I check on him every hour or so to make sure things are okay. He just gives me resting bitch face and then curls back up.

I keep hoping the looming weekend will improve things.

Day Three

Apr. 6th, 2016 08:24 pm
kybearfuzz: (Mark at 43)
Well, the phantom cat in the house is exploring more and more. I got up this morning to find he had found the catnip again, scattered it around the living room, and vanished again. If I didn't know there was a cat in the house, I would think the place was haunted. So at 5:30 AM, I was vacuuming the living room and then getting ready for work.

I put out more food, checked on him via the flashlight, and then left for work. When I got home, I opened the door and caught a fleeting blur of him running down the stairs from the living room to get back to the laundry room. So he's coming out and looking around during the day. Good signs I think.

More names have surfaced in the cat-naming game. One co-worker suggested "Skeeter." Two co-workers like "Milo." I thought of "Hobo" to go along with his history of being a stray, then thought of "Mojo" in keeping with the M-names. I wish I knew more of his personality because I think that would help pinpoint a direction to go with names.

Each day seems to bring a little progress, so we'll see what happens tomorrow.

Day Two

Apr. 5th, 2016 08:58 pm
kybearfuzz: (Bag Hag)
So, the good news is that he is eating, drinking, and pooping (in the litter box thankfully).

Cat SightingHowever, he's still the invisible cat for the most part, still hiding residing in the storage crawlspace via the laundry room. When I came home today, I really didn't see any evidence that he'd been out. Any lint on the carpet could have been tracked around by me earlier this morning when I was leaving for work. I checked on him via the flashlight, getting that typical stare right back at me, unmoved and uninterested (like a cat).

I really should have worked out, but I was wiped out from work and a dental appointment, so I felt the need to nap. So about 90 minutes later, I am awake again and go downstairs. I find the usual gift bag of toothbrush and toothpaste from the dentist office on the floor in the dining room, which is not where I left it.

Upon further investigation, I found the plastic bag of catnip on the floor in the dining room. It had been on the dining room table, now it was chewed open and its contents strewn about. So, he's been out and climbing around on the dining room table, so at least he's getting out some. However, now he is occupying the storage space and he's high as a kite.

I broke out the vacuum cleaner to get up the scattered catnip and checked on him via flashlight again. He seems fine.

The name game is still on-going. It's not easy to attach a name to him when I can't even get to know him.

A New Kitty

Apr. 1st, 2016 07:51 pm
kybearfuzz: (Disco Kitty)
I was searching more local pet shelters last weekend and still found nothing I felt was a match. I went to a Petsmart where there was a very sweet little female cat that I strongly considered, but yet I hesitated. She was shy and friendly, but aloof. She reminded me seriously of Maggie, so I was hesitant to adopt her for fear it was for the wrong reason (i.e. a Maggie replacement). I left, but emailed the charity during the week to inquire about her, but was told that she had been adopted by a young female college student. I was happy she found a home.

Daddy Bear and KittyToday, after work, I decided to stop by the animal shelter down the road from my house. I'm not sure what I was looking for. I just felt that I needed a sign of sorts to know that a particular cat was for me. And I hadn't felt that yet. The animal shelter is set-up nicely with a room just for cat adoptions, full of nice cages segmented so the litter and food are in separate "rooms" for each cat. I particularly loved this poster on the wall. It has a nice bearded daddy bear and a ginger cat, two of my favorite things.

I went into the cat area and was drawn immediately to a 2-year-old male orange tabby named "Sly." No one was looking at him. There were other people there, but they were more interested in the few kittens, or one of the female cats on the other side of the room.

When I opened his cage, he was sleeping in the corner. He sleepily looked up at me. I carefully reached in and scratched him behind the ear and he started purring. He is a handsome feller, but still wasn't sold on the idea of him yet.

New KittyHe carefully climbed down from his perch and stretch his back while I pet his back.

He was purring up a storm. He then got up on his hind legs, put his paws on my chest, and rubbed his face across my beard.

That was the sign I was looking for.

He did it a couple more times and seems like a genuinely sweet cat. According to his file, he was a stray and the vet estimated his age to be about two years old. He's healthy, with soft fur, and very personable, so he's not been a stray long.

I put him back in the cage, noticing that his fuzzy nuts were still intact, so I assumed he was a relatively new arrival. I filled out an application and was approved. They micro-chipped him and told me that they would have him fixed on Monday and I could pick him up on Monday afternoon.

As for names, I'm debating. Usually I pick an "M" name for the kitties, but based on his dark brown/orange colors, I'm leaning towards naming him "Copper" (like a penny). Being a chemist, I think it might be a fun name. Much better than "Sly."

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