Tuesday, October 13, 2009

injaynesworld "Dixie Gets A Pet..."

Many of you may or may not know and/or may or may not care that I have a four-pound Chihuahua named Dixie who is my heart and soul.      Go on.  Say it.  You know you want to… Awww.   Until recently I also had a cat named Chelsea who pretty much raised Dixie and was her best friend. Chelsea died last month and while it was very sad, she was 17 years old and had completely used up and worn out every fiber of her body pursuing the simple joys of living.  We should all be so lucky.   I understood this, but Dixie did not.  Dixie just missed her friend.  So a trip to the local shelter with Dixie and two hours of “auditioning” cats for her approval, and enter Mason.  
My biggest concern had been finding a  cat who would be as sweet and tolerant of a rambunctious Chihuahua as Chelsea had been.  Tall order.   Let me just say I would never have chosen the name “Mason.”
“Mason” is a fat kid who gets the crap beaten out of him on the playground. As it turns out, he fits his name perfectly and Dixie immediately let him know who was boss in this house.  
But it didn’t take long for Mason and Dixie to bond and this is how I found them yesterday.   Excuse the poor photo quality.   My cheap camera died so this is from my cheap phone. 
Mason has turned out to be the sweetest, most laid back, loving kitty I could ever have hoped for.    He is perfect in all things except one.   He can’t manage to poop in the sandbox.  It’s not as if he doesn’t try.  He just doesn’t quite get where his ass needs to be to accomplish this maneuver.   As near as I can figure, he stands on the edge of the box with his butt to the outside instead of the inside.   I thought about taking a photo of this to share, but have never actually caught him in the act and saw no point in posting a photo of a just big pile of cat poop.   But I will upon request. 

When Chelsea was alive, being perfect in every way, she would not only poop in the box, but carefully bury it.   This provided Dixie with the amusing pastime of digging it up and carrying it around in her mouth like a prized piece of Almond Roca if I wasn’t quick enough to dispose of it first.   And yes, it is as gross as it sounds.   I am relieved to say that Dixie has no such interest in Mason’s poop, perhaps because it lacks the tasty, crunchy cat litter crust.   Meanwhile, a solution to the misplaced poop continues to elude me.

Any pet tales you'd like to share?  Don't be shy.  It's not like this is going to be posted on the Internet or anything.   


laughykate said...

Only the time that I pestered and pestered my parents for a guinea pig. My older brother and sister were away at boarding school and I was convinced I needed another animal (cause obviously the three cats, the pony, the dog and the farm full of sheep weren't enough). After much nagging I was granted my guinea pig wish. To begin with, I loved my guinea pig. She was black and white and I called her Jellybean. Then, after a while, I realised that guinea pigs weren't *whispers* actually that much fun. I believe one of the cats, Timothy T. Cat sensed this and decided to take out a hit for me. One afternoon I was standing in the kitchen when I heard some mor-row-ling (new word I've just made up that I reckon sounds like cat-with-mouth-full-of-guinea-pig) and turned to see Timothy T. Cat with mouth full of guinea pig.

Obviously I was grief stricken.

Nanny Goats In Panties said...

Almond Roca??? How beautifully horrifying - I love it! Also? I don't have any pets, but for some reason my husband and I laughed after watching something about a litter box on TV today and how the cat looked like all it was going to do was stick it's butt out over the edge and poop on the floor, and what a stupid commercial that was if it couldn't advertise it's product as effective. And then here you are talking about it. Why, it's fate, I tell ya!

Jayne Martin said...

Kate: Obviously... ;)

Nanny Goat: You'll never look at Almond Roca the same way, will you.

Thanks for stopping by... Jayne

Contemplations of an Army Wife said...

Did you ever think maybe Tel Aviv visited your blog BECAUSE of the cat poop?

Awesome post. :-)

Jayne Martin said...

Sandra: I wonder the CIA will think "cat poop" is code for something nefarious and start monitoring my blog now.

Best Wishes, Marie said...

years ago, when my late cat gringo was little, and susie, an obese black lab was also still of this world. i mentioned to suzie's owner that gringo only went to the bathroom outside. because the box was always empty. she then informed me that suzie liked to eat cat poop. then i replayed the tapes in my mind of all the times i had found suzie in my basement and it made sense why she rammed the door and insisted on going down there. (not because, oh poor thing was cold). she was a cat poop addict and looking for a fix.

Linda Medrano said...

Mason is a gorgeous boy. Teach him to use the toilet! No more litter boxes! No more almond rocha except in the toilet. I've heard it can be done, but I can't imagine anything more horrifying than a cat pooping in a toilet. Maybe you need to try another litter. Harry and Honey both love cat poop. You'd think it was the best treat ever! Roll Mason's poop in the litter and market it Jayne. Crunch organic dog treats! LOL

Unknown said...

I loved the picture of your two pals together in the chair. I've still got my fingers crossed my girls will figure out they CAN be friends.

It must have been very difficult to lose Chelsea. I know I'm going to be hurting bad when Giz (11) or Baby (7) goes to kitty heaven; however, I very much believe they'll be there when it's my time to pass over.

Fortunately, having two kitty boxes in separate rooms has worked so far. I only had one time when Baby pooped over the side. I don't think I could deal (gulp - barf) with the poop eating situation (smile).

Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving a very nice comment about my lovely girls and my sucky job situation.

Lucy said...

Really enjoy reading your blog, so I left you a little something over on my blog!

Gone, long gone. said...

My wife wants this combination of chihuahua and cat. I've been trying to convince her it won't work out well. Please give stories of how this arrangement has gone horribly wrong rather than cute ones where the dog no longer eats the cat's poop. Thank you.

Jayne Martin said...

Thanks for all your comments and stories. Love hearing them.

Lucy: Thank you. I'm so not worthy... Well, yeah, I am.

Maelstrom: You are totally going to lose this one.

Kristi said...

OMG.. okay... Jayne, for all our similarities, the cat thing is one we do not share. I'm not a cat person - at all. As such, I've been resisting the cat poop story, but I admit the two of them curled up together did make me say awww... However, my heart does belong to a 70lb yellow lab. (Get it? Yellow Dog Dem owns a yellow dog?) Anyway, it has pretty much been raining in Texas since August and the yellow dog hates to get his feet wet. In short, he's a pussy. So he has apparently decided that our upstairs gameroom would be a MUCH more comfortable place to poop that our wet backyard. I don't spend a lot of time in the gameroom, not being a fan of kids' toys and apparently neither do my children because no one discovered this until we had SEVERAL piles of dog poop awaiting us.


Unknown said...

I've got 2 cats. I know they'll outlive me, even though they are, by all accounts, elderly. As in 13 and 16. The 16 yo has turned into a howler monkey. 24/7. That alone does not improve her status, especially at 3 am. The 13 yo is a svelte 26# of laidbackness. Unless you are a 7# dog. Then he is a skitty kitty. They share a berth in the back bedroom, having done so for the past 5 years. The 16 yo used to venture out but the dogs got to be faster than she. Now, she just stares thru the babygate and yeowls. Loudly.

Neither can bury a turd. Don't know why, really. I mean, I can smell it. Certainly they can, right? Aren't cats supposed to be very adept with their sense of smell? If so, then why, pray tell, do I have to get out of bed at 2 in the morning to go to their room to cover the latest warm batch of shit? (Yes, in this very small just-short-of-a-trailer home of ours, THEY have their own room. Note I do not. But I digress.) Perhaps that's what the howler monkey it trying to tell me, among other things. "Yeowwwwwwwwwwww, heyyyyyyyyyy, come cover this stinkin' mess up!"

A friend's cat will only potty in litter from Wal-mart, and only if the litter comes from the red bag ONLY. By "potty" I mean pee. In his 8 years of sharing himself with my friend, this cat has NEVER pooped in the litter box proper. Just beside it, yes.

Cats are supposed to be curious creatures. I guess that's right. I sure spend a lot of time wondering "WTF?"

Aunt Becky said...

Okay, that's flipping adorable. Hm. Pet stories. I've had zillions of animals.

So, we fostered cats for a long time from a rescue in the area, and one of them, who I brilliantly named "Little Cat" (you can guess why) fell in LOVE with my big blustery orange cat. The he's a total hardass but with her, oh, he was so sweet on her.

They'd cuddle up and snuggle and clean each other up. She was adopted eventually and I think he still misses her. I miss her too. She was the easiest cat ever.

Jayne Martin said...

Kristi: You would like Mason. He's such a suck-up.

Kate: Google "Little Robot Litter Box".

Aunty B: I admire anyone who can foster animals. I would just end up as one of those creepy animal hoarders.

http://howtobecomeacatladywithoutthecats.blogspot.com said...

Kitty litter is the reason the CatLady doesn't actually have any cats. (Just so you know.)

Dana said...

Well, with 5 of the pesky creatures, (along with 2 dogs and a parrot, I have some stories to tell... But I'll stick with helping the potty issue.

Get a covered box. I can't promise Mason won't hang his fanny over the ONE place that he can still manage to poop outside, but at least it dramatically improves your chances.

Jayne Martin said...

Dana: He's getting better. About 50/50 now, but the covered box is a good idea if the odds don't continue improve. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Elizabeth said...

Just started following you...coming from Blissed out Grandma...who I also just started following as well.

Animal stories...I have 4 dogs, a Miniature Chihuahua named Tucker (9 yrs old), who looks very similar to your Dixie. 2 Flat Coat Retrievers, Jake and Abby (12 yrs old), and our newest addition Bella a 3 month old Chocolate Lab.

With them, not a day goes by that we don't have stories we could tell. Since Bella arrived, Tucker, who gave himself the "King" title in our home has been trying to convince Bella of his role. Bella on the other hand, she just wants to play with him. We keep warning Tucker that she will be getting biggger, but that doesn't stop him from dancing around her barking like he's telling her the rules of the house.

As Bella continues to learn her place in the house, not a day or hour goes by that her antics make us giggle.

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