Dora & Diego

Dora's Favorite New Hangout

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 07:02:00 +0000

I didn't even know cats could hang out like this!

A Boy and His Goat

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 06:50:00 +0000

Diego has abducted my toy goat. He runs around the house with his new baby in his mouth, hissing at Dora if she even looks at it the wrong way.

The best part is that this toy goat bleats when squeezed. So our days are interrupted by random bleating throughout the house depending on Diego's location, which is amusing - except when it happens in the middle of the night.

Trashy Girl

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 06:48:00 +0000

Window Gazing

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 06:30:00 +0000

Oh, hi.

Come on in.

There's plenty of room here inside my favorite curtain.

The Abdominal Explorer

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 06:04:00 +0000

So Dora had herself quite the little adventure a few months ago. When she began to vomit several times one afternoon, we rushed her to the animal hospital, where the vets took an x-ray (which I will upload as soon as I can get my computer to read it) and discovered this one of my hair bands in her small intestine.

The doctors couldn't believe it, dubbing her "Dora the Abdominal Explorer." They had to perform emergency surgery, and she had to stay overnight at the hospital for two nights. It was difficult. When we finally brought her home, she was the saddest little thing in the world. We kept her in a room by herself, isolated from Diego. She eventually began to feel like herself again, and even looked like a little 80s rock star:

The pink "leg warmer" on her back paw is the morphine patch she had to ease the pain. Her front paw's "natural leg warmer" was created when the vets shaved her little arm so they could hook her up to an i.v. (You can also see the stitches on her belly). Everytime I saw her, I couldn't stop singing Olivia Newton-John's "Let's Get Physical."

And here's Diego trying to break into Dora's room, curious about what's happening to his sister behind these closed doors.

Dora is all better now, and healed. She is back to her mischievous and adorable self. And we are very careful with what we leave laying around our house.

On Top of the World

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 05:55:00 +0000

The kitties' new favorite spot is on top of the armoire ...

And Dora likes to express her love for this piece of furniture by putting on it her version of bunny ears:

So Many Biscuits, So Little Time

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 05:35:00 +0000

Outline of an Obsession

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 05:27:00 +0000

Kitties love boxes so much, that even an outline of one will do:

Tip Toe Through the Garden

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 05:02:00 +0000

It's important to squeeze yourself into almost anything ...

And I mean squeeze ...

So you can stop and smell the bamboo (conveniently located among lots and lots of alcohol).

PS: I just love the expression on her face in this one:

It reminds me of Bagheera in the Jungle Book:

(Do you see it?)

Cold Paws

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 04:51:00 +0000

Please don't make me go out there ...

... I'm coming down with a serious case of stage fright.

Kitty Behavior 101

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 04:47:00 +0000

Some classic kitten-with-ball-of-yarn action:

A Proposal

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 04:33:00 +0000

This silly human wants my paw in marriage, but I only date other torties.

Spooning Kittens

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 03:46:00 +0000

Chores

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 03:32:00 +0000

Yeah, we heard you ... we'll start folding the clean laundry.

We SAID, we're on top of it, ok?

Now scram!

Yes, Dad

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 05:14:00 +0000

You told me you would be home by 11 pm. Do you know what time it is?

I've been up all night, worried sick.
Now feed me and then go straight to your room.

Hot Plate

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 05:11:00 +0000

Hey honey, did you happen to see where I put that hot kitten plate? I can't seem to find it anywhere, and I don't have time to make another one before our guests arrive.

Oh dear.

Chop Chop!

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 05:07:00 +0000

Does anyone work around here? Some service would be nice!

Divine, Dahling

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 05:04:00 +0000

Your tail is magnificent, Diego dahling. It's absolutely dee-vine -- especially on moi.

Hot Date

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 04:53:00 +0000

Can you please help me with my tie? I have an important date ...

Between the Sheets

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 04:18:00 +0000

Just like our towels, it seems our new sheets came with some extra, uh, amenities:

We were going to exchange them for a new set, but she kinda grew on us.

King of His Castle

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 04:10:00 +0000

Diego takes the whole "porcelain throne" thing a little too seriously.

Dora the Conqueror

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 04:07:00 +0000

Dora plots out her plan for world domination:

Afternoons in the Bathroom

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 04:05:00 +0000

Manic Monday

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 04:01:00 +0000

You know, us cats don't like Mondays either. Just like you, it makes us want to crawl into the nearest bag or box and curl up into a ball.

Curiosity Singed the Cat

noreply@blogger.com (Ava) — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 03:54:00 +0000

Look closely:

See how the "eyebrows" on the right side of Dora's face are a little short? Almost singed, one might say?

That's what happened when she peered a little too intently into a burning candle.

You'd think the burning hot flame would have given her a clue. For shame, Dora, for shame. Don't go throwing your good looks away!

PS: Diego did the same exact thing, albeit to a lesser degree.