Nemo the Hunter
As much as I make fun of little Nemo, I have to admit he’s our fiercest hunter. Mostly he hunts his sister Toto (which makes her hiss) and his brother Max (which makes him growl). But he also likes to hunt other critters, especially baby birds. Perhaps his favorite prey, however, is the squirrel that lives in the walnut tree.
As much as I make fun of little Nemo, I have to admit he’s our fiercest hunter. Mostly he hunts his sister Toto (which makes her hiss) and his brother Max (which makes him growl). But he also likes to hunt other critters, especially baby birds. Perhaps his favorite prey, however, is the squirrel that lives in the walnut tree.
As much as I make fun of little Nemo, I have to admit he’s our fiercest hunter. Mostly he hunts his sister Toto (which makes her hiss) and his brother Max (which makes him growl). But he also likes to hunt other critters, especially baby birds. Perhaps his favorite prey, however, is the squirrel that …
So hilarious. I snort-laugh every time I watch this:
“You know what?” I told Kris last night as we were getting ready for bed. “I finally have an idea for a long foldedspace post. Like in the olden days.” “Ha!” she said. She didn’t believe me. “It’s a story from when we were boys,” I said. “But there are a lot of different threads …
Are you tired of the winter photos yet? We Oregonians aren’t. Well, we’re tired of being house-bound, perhaps, but not tired of the snow. (According to today’s Oregonian, this is the most snow we’ve had in a winter since 1968-1969, which was just before I was born.) First up, a comparison of a photo from …
It’s come to my attention that I haven’t written enough about our cats lately. I apologize. Here, then, is a revealing look at the psychology of the beasts with whom we share Rosings Park. These are the top complaints from each animal. Max “Not enough birds.” “This family is boring.” “Simon plays too rough.” Nemo …
Toto vomited on the bed again today. She does this all the time. It’s not so bad if we discover the hairball midday, but it’s kind of a pain if we don’t notice it until we’re ready for bed. This time was sort of in between. Kris happened to wander into the bedroom just after …
I was awakened last night by a jab in the ribs. “Wake up!” Kris said. “Wake up!” “Huh?” I said through the hiss of the C-PAP machine. “What’s up?” “Look,” she said, pointing to her side of the bed. I looked. “What?” I said. “Look,” she said. “Look at the cats.” Toto was by her …
Last fall at Animal Intelligence, I shared a two-minute video of a cat who was raised by a crow. A reader recently pointed me to a longer video with a more complete story on this unlikely friendship: There is nothing I like more than stories of interspecies friendship. I love the idea that different kinds …