39 posts tagged “papa miao”
The order in which I saw the Miao Brothers on my visit home this weekend:
Lotus - napping, or pretending to nap
Ping - Actually, he was the closest to the door and the first to greet me, but Lazy Lotus was napping at the other end of the house in line with my vision, so I saw him before Ping.
Mani - Unlike Lazy Lotus, he got up from his nap to say hi.
Kemi - Hurrying down to the basement because I wasn't alone and he is a Scare Bear. As soon as my friend left, he emerged from the basement and let me give him a big bear hug.
Tantra - Napping upstairs
Tashi - Napping upstairs with his twin.
Merlin - napping all the while on a living room chair.
When Papa Miao gets back from work in the evening, all Miaos crowd around the door eagerly and mill around him until din-dins. But when I come home midday, they're too lazy even to raise their furry little heads.
Only this time it isn't a buggie he caught, it's a mousie.
Not more than twenty minutes ago, Batcat came prancing into the study from the basement. It looked like he was carrying a big, linty dustbunny in his mouth. "What do you have there, Batcat?" I asked. He just kept prancing by, heading towards the stairs. A moment later, the obvious computed and I uttered the obligatory "Eeek, a mouse!"
Papa Miao and I acted quickly. I hurriedly thrust a box into his hands and told him to head up the front stairs, while I slipped on a pair of sandals and followed Batcat up the back stairs. I had already made my first mistake. The box was a small book box, certainly not ideal for trapping a mouse. Even less ideal, we were to discover, because the top flaps couldn't close completely.
Upstairs, Batcat kept his hold on the mousie in his mouth. He dropped it once or twice, only to play with it and pick it up again. At one point, the mousie disappeared and we began searching under the bed and rugs, until I saw the dark little shape hidden in Batcat's belly floof. I suppose the poor mousie thought that the closer it was to danger, the farther it was from harm.
Finally Papa Miao managed to get Batcat to let the mousie go, almost right into the box. I tossed a hand towel over the top, hoping to prevent the mousie from escaping through the large gap. Papa Miao released the mousie into our backyard, as far away from our house as possible. Perhaps it is even now nursing its wounds, or making its way back to the Miao House.
While we were outside, Batcat sat in the back window mewing at us. When we returned to the house, all the Miao Brothers were milling around, their noses twitching and their ears swiveling.
I've learned a few lessons from this little incident. One, we ought to have a shoebox ready at all times in the event of a mouse-sighting. Two, we ought to post mini-posters around the Miao House warning: DANGER FOR MICE: KEEP OUT. Third, Batcat has a big appetite, and it's not just for bugs.
Hi it's Lotus Batcat again.
I just caught a big moth! I was napping at the top of my batcat tree when my batcat radar told me that there was a big fluttering buggie nearby. So I woke up and chittered at it. I was going to leap from my batcat nest right into the air and ka-pow it with both of my big feets, but it tried to trick me. It zig-zagged around the room and then it flew towards me because that's what I'd least expect (that's what the moth thought). So I ka-powed it against the side of my batcat nest and now it's smooshed.
It's the same color as my nest so Papa Miao will have a fun time finding it and cleaning it up. Teeheehee.
Good night, peeps! Don't let the bed-bugs bite. If they do, just shine the Batcat Signal and I can smoosh them for you too.
Our beloved Mani Purr is a little cross-eyed. I can cross my eyes voluntarily, and it always leaves me a little dizzy. Papa Miao doesn't like me to cross my eyes because it makes him dizzy just to see me. So every one in a while I'm obliged to cross my eyes for his benefit.
Mani, however, was born that way. Maybe he was a little clumsier as a kitten, but it's hard to tell. Occasionally he would bump his head into a door jamb. Practically speaking, his vision is fine. He likes to chase laser beams, and his Lotus Ear-biting aim is always perfect at morning breakfast time.
However, I've always wondered, what does it feel like to be permanently cross-eyed? Is he constantly dizzy? Is everything just a little blurry?
We want catnip!!