Showing posts with label Ziva. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ziva. Show all posts
Friday, September 26, 2014
Ziva and her green eyes
It's rare I catch how green her eyes are in a photo. And it's also rare I catch her where she doesn't look completely pissed off. She was preening cuddled next to me this morning.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Saturday, October 26, 2013
My mischiveous female cat: Ziva Part II
Yes she's not finished.
Meanwhile Pixie comes to check it out. I mean boxes... all cats love boxes. You put a new box somewhere all your cats will want to check it out.
She spots Pixie in her box. That will not do.
Tries to repossess her box.
Pixie moves his paw so fast its just a blur from which Jethro emerges.
Pixie leaves the box
She back in fine form and remodelling.
Now my work is done. See how nicely I redecorated the hallway for you :)
Photos all taken with Sony Alpha 350 with Tamron 18-270 lens.
Meanwhile Pixie comes to check it out. I mean boxes... all cats love boxes. You put a new box somewhere all your cats will want to check it out.
She spots Pixie in her box. That will not do.
Tries to repossess her box.
Pixie moves his paw so fast its just a blur from which Jethro emerges.
Pixie leaves the box
She back in fine form and remodelling.
Now my work is done. See how nicely I redecorated the hallway for you :)
Photos all taken with Sony Alpha 350 with Tamron 18-270 lens.
My mischiveous female cat: Ziva Part I
This is how the boxes were in the hallway leading to the kitchen for at least a week, and then Ziva got bored one night.
These are a few of the hundreds of photos I took that night while Ziva was hard at work :)
I don't know if he dared her or if he said anything to her, but this is where it all started. Note the boxes are still stacked as in earlier photo from another angle.
And she's in motion, she starts to dislodge the blue lid.
Here she starts attempting to open the box.
She dislodges one of the boxes that is flat against the wall
Goes back to removing the blue lid.
Now she's determined to get into the box.
Ziva has managed to get herself inside the box.
Tries to get rid of all the lids.
She tells me she's not quite finished.
She wants to knock the boxes away from the wall
Jethro isn't convinced she's finished either.
Stay tuned for part II...
These are a few of the hundreds of photos I took that night while Ziva was hard at work :)
I don't know if he dared her or if he said anything to her, but this is where it all started. Note the boxes are still stacked as in earlier photo from another angle.
And she's in motion, she starts to dislodge the blue lid.
She dislodges one of the boxes that is flat against the wall
Goes back to removing the blue lid.
Now she's determined to get into the box.
Tries to get rid of all the lids.
She wants to knock the boxes away from the wall
Jethro isn't convinced she's finished either.
Stay tuned for part II...
Saturday, June 01, 2013
Kitty cat with Mutant feet!
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| Ziva and her mutant feet! |
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| Lookie at my cute mutant feet! |
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| I'm a pretty girl with mutant feet! |
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| Left front mutant paw! |
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| Right front mutant paw! |
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
My little Ziva is finally more tame
Ziva my female cat has always been a little wild and untamed. Despite starting to clip her nails when she was a kitten at 3 months old, she would fight me, hiss, spit, bite, and scratch just because she didn't like being man handled. Or she didn't see the value of having her nails clipped.
She's probably about 3 years old now and she's finally starting to chill out. I can now cut all her nails except the weird one without any fuss. Even the weird one, I can cut and it's like she's finally realized how good her feet feel with short nails. Especially since she has mutant feet with like 8 or 9 claws on her front paws.
She's had a mild eye infection for a bit, but each time I tried to get near her she would almost rip my face off. But it had gotten bad. The amount of crap in her right eye a couple of days ago had me thinking I needed to intervene. I figured it would be a hellish battle despite the fact she can't be more then 8 lbs. She's the smallest cat I've ever had.
Well the first morning, she was fiesty, but I cleaned her eye with a solution of water and baby shampoo and then put some antibiotic over the counter eye drops and of course made sure to dry off all the fur around it. She was pretty pissed but she was not as rabid as I expected! She didn't bite or scratch she just fought so I couldn't hold her.
Yesterday she wasn't so bad and it was like she was resigned to it. This morning she didn't even fight. It's like she finally realized that I'm doing it to help her and I'm sure her eye must feel much better.
But it took a full 3 years to get her there. When I compare to Jethro who had a far worse eye infection when he was one, and I just had to call him and he'd come have his eye cleaned and put eye drops 3 times a day... He'd come knowing fully well I was treating him and he even had to wear an Elizabethan collar so he wouldn't rub it. At least she's not rubbing it, so no collar necessary and I think 2 more cleanings and her eye will be as good as new.
She's probably about 3 years old now and she's finally starting to chill out. I can now cut all her nails except the weird one without any fuss. Even the weird one, I can cut and it's like she's finally realized how good her feet feel with short nails. Especially since she has mutant feet with like 8 or 9 claws on her front paws.
She's had a mild eye infection for a bit, but each time I tried to get near her she would almost rip my face off. But it had gotten bad. The amount of crap in her right eye a couple of days ago had me thinking I needed to intervene. I figured it would be a hellish battle despite the fact she can't be more then 8 lbs. She's the smallest cat I've ever had.
Well the first morning, she was fiesty, but I cleaned her eye with a solution of water and baby shampoo and then put some antibiotic over the counter eye drops and of course made sure to dry off all the fur around it. She was pretty pissed but she was not as rabid as I expected! She didn't bite or scratch she just fought so I couldn't hold her.
Yesterday she wasn't so bad and it was like she was resigned to it. This morning she didn't even fight. It's like she finally realized that I'm doing it to help her and I'm sure her eye must feel much better.
But it took a full 3 years to get her there. When I compare to Jethro who had a far worse eye infection when he was one, and I just had to call him and he'd come have his eye cleaned and put eye drops 3 times a day... He'd come knowing fully well I was treating him and he even had to wear an Elizabethan collar so he wouldn't rub it. At least she's not rubbing it, so no collar necessary and I think 2 more cleanings and her eye will be as good as new.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
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