Monday, March 31, 2014

How to make an awesome scratch post for your cats and fail


What you need:
Cardboard/wood or any kind of base.
Rope/string – basically any kind of fibre you think your cats will want to attack (ours go nuts at everything that moves but they have a special bond with string.)
Fevicol or similarly strong adhesive.
Too much patience.


As with every craft project of mine, I sat on the idea way too long. But I finally pushed myself to go get the required materials and sat down to begin around 11 in the morning.


I had barely touched the cardboard tube with the string when it was decided that we’ll have to take the cats to the vet for a pending vaccination and to put a thermometer up their bum.


Back home and after lunch, I stuck the first few lengths of string alternating between the adhesive and the string. Around this time, I began to question my ambitious goal of covering the entire surface of the tube with string.


Two hours later, I was still at 40%. Remember the part about patience? I think I have too much of it for I continued to do this mind-numbingly monotonous job. The wife saved my life by playing some interesting music meanwhile.


Two more hours later, I had 20% of the adhesive left and had finished 200 gms of string – everything I had bought in the morning. The tube looks like a decent scratch post now.


But there’s one tiny little problem.

The cats won’t go anywhere near it. 


Moral of the story: The landlord is going to throw us out because our dear cats are going to continue with their scratch-practice on the sofas.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Cat pics and more

From never having pets before to fostering two kittens, we’ve both come a long way.

I think I’ve always been a cat person. There’s a picture of a 7-year-old me feeding milk to a cat in dad’s house in Kerala. I also have a stupid smile going with it. My wife converted after she saw me pet stray cats anywhere and everywhere. Now she can’t do without a day of cat love. Here are a few pictures of our kittens Exhibit A and Exhibit B over the last few days.


Exhibit A sleeps while B looks on.

After a game of cellotaped newspaper balls, I need to recharge my batteries

"What do you mean this is your sofa?"

"Oh, you are undressing. Well...wait, what's that?"

All you need is love.
And some sleep of course.

And some more.




and some more more.



"How can we sleep with your camera in our faces?"



Exhibit A: "Fuck this shit, I'm going home."


"Why haven't you sent me a friend request yet???"