I was wondering, do you (or Fred) fish in your catfish pond? Are they for eating? I’ve had catfish and found it very nice but I know not everyone regards them as FOOD fish.
Fred is the fisherman in the family, and yes – we eat our catfish. I don’t like catfish as much as Fred does (he grew up eating catfish, after all), but I’ll eat it for one meal. I refuse to eat the leftovers, which is fine with him; he’s happy to eat them.
Thomas looks huge compared with the others. Is he? (And could I be manifesting signs of obsession?)
Thomas is a big boy – at 9ish months of age, he’s almost 10 pounds and he’s very muscular. I think he’s going to be huge, and I wonder if he might have some Maine Coon in him.
Dennis, by comparison, at 6 months old is only about 6 1/2 pounds and (judging by the size of his tiny, delicate paws), I don’t think he’s going to get much bigger. Of course, I could be wrong – we thought Alice was going to stay at around 6 pounds, after all. I don’t actually know how much Tricki weighs, but it’s less than Dennis. She is a tiny girl, and doesn’t seem inclined to get much bigger.
Basically, we have Thomas and Livia at the “big” end of the spectrum and Dennis and Tricki at the “tiny” end.
Can one have too many catfish in a pond?
According to Fred, catfish are like goldfish in that they’ll grow to the resources available. That is, if you put one catfish in a pond, it’ll grow to be huge. If you put a thousand in the same pond, they’ll stay smaller. I imagine it’s possible to hit a point where there are too many of them for the food/space available, in which case they’d probably start dying off.
(The Heron who occasionally lands on the pond would probably be happy to help keep the catfish population down, but George and Gracie run it off immediately.)
Thomas looks like a big sweetie. Does he like to snuggle?
He does like to snuggle. I haven’t had him climb into my lap yet, but he loves to flop down against my leg and be petted. Also, he really likes belly rubs! Yesterday at nap time, he climbed onto my chest for a while, purring and kneading, and then flopped down onto the bed beside me and stayed there for the duration.
Hey, what on earth is a treadmill desk, and where can I [not] get one?
I’d love to know what kind Fred actually has and what he thinks of it. I’ve been thinking that I need something like this… but they are so expensive that I’m hesitant. So I’m soliciting feedback from anyone who has experience with them and who can suggest a good one to buy.
This is what Fred’s office looks like (pardon the mess, it’s a bit cluttered).
This is the room where Khaleesi had her kittens last year, by the way.
You can see that the treadmill desk takes up the better part of the room. His treadmill desk is a LifeSpan TR1200-DT5 (and yes, we got it from Amazon). He walks on it for 4 hours a day, usually starting around 5:30 (for the record, treadmill desks aren’t meant to burn calories, they’re just meant to keep you moving rather than sitting at a desk all day. He walks at a leisurely (for him) pace). He likes it a lot and if you’re in the market for a treadmill desk, he highly recommends it.
When I’m downstairs I can hear the treadmill going, but it’s not terribly loud and doesn’t bother me. In fact, he starts walking on it before I wake up, most mornings, and it never wakes me up.
Because I know not everyone already knows this, Fred is a software engineer who works on a contractual basis for [redacted].
(I can neither confirm nor deny that he works for the NSA, but he’s appalled at that last email you sent.)
(I’m just kidding, he doesn’t work for the NSA.)
(Which is probably exactly what someone whose husband DID work for the NSA would say, amiright?)
Robyn, can you get a video of Dennis giving Orlando’s ears a good cleaning? I’m especially curious to see why the cleaning “always ends in biting”, and I always love seeing video of those precious little monkeys!
I tried, but wasn’t able to get a video of the monkeys in action before Orlando went off to Petsmart. It always ends in biting because something about vigorous ear cleaning gets the ear cleaner (and sometimes clean-ee) overwrought and that always seems to lead to biting from one or both of the kittens involved. There’s often bunny-kicking involved, too.
Robyn, you absolutely need this! And, so do I.
I certainly do. That would be the perfect desk for me!
Holy crap Batman! Orlando is gonna be JEALOUS!!!
Those are some FABULOUS ears!
This reminds me of something that’s actually been on my mind for several days that I kept thinking I should ask the accumulated wealth of kitty wisdom represented by the L&H readership.
Is there a correlation between being very fastidious at poop covering in the litter box and the need to try to cover up wet food? I have one female cat who very energetically does both. The food-covering, of course, is just like pantomiming because she’s scratching and pawing away at the tabletop (I feed both cats on tables so the dog doesn’t think the food is his) and not actually accomplishing anything (although a few times she’s actually managed to snag a napkin lying on the table and completely cover her bowl with it! that was pretty funny).
The male cat, on the other hand, can’t be bothered to do either. And he also happens to be the messiest eater of all the cats I’ve ever had…
Just wondered if others have observed the same thing.
I haven’t observed that myself at all, but I’ll be interested to hear whether anyone else.
Do you, or would you ever, swim in that pond? I asked because, while I love eating catfish, I’m not so sure I could handle knowing they were down there while I was in the water. hehehe
I have never gone swimming in that pond, and I never would – not necessarily because of the catfish, but because it’s awfully murky and cloudy in that pond, and I’d be worried that there could be scarier things than catfish in there.
and that is catfishin.. 🙂
It certainly is!
If you just put out the trap, who do you think you would catch of yours? 🙂
We set the trap a few years ago, and when Fred went out to check it about 10 minutes later, Maxi was sitting in it, eating the food he’d put in there. I imagine either Maxi or Stefan would be most likely to go into that trap after a plate of canned food, though Newt would probably eventually mosey his way in there, too!
“have to bring the outside cats inside and set the trap” No way! Surely by now, your regular crowd knows what that trap is for and to stay the.heck.away from it.
Our feral colony just laughs at us when we bring out the trap. One stinker, a Tuxie btw, just lays down across the pull string of the drop trap. Hey, I can see you in that car. Bring me my dinner, now.
You know, we have actually not used the trap very often. The only cats in recent memory that we had to trap were Alice (December 2010), and after that Rufus (March 2011). Most of the time we’re able to make friends with new cats who show up, and then can pick them up and drop them into a cage until we get them to the vet for vetting.
Seeing your chickens reminded me of this..
That’s really neat – and I especially like the Squeals on Wheels Petting Zoo!
Do you think you could get some video next time you have some new cats interacting with fosters or permanent residents? I always hear amusing stories of hissing and scampering, but haven’t really seen too much in the way of action. I’m always fascinated by how cats choose to get along with one another (or not!).
Sure, I’ll see what I can do – it may be a while, though. I don’t think we’ll be letting the current crew out into the house, so probably it’ll be the next batch of kittens. Although this morning Dennis was looking through the screen door at Jake like he REALLY wanted to be friends.
The pic of Dennis laying down (“Dennis, after belly rub.”) makes him look like a black footed cat.
He does. In that second picture, I really see a resemblance, because of the small stature but also the tiny paws. Maybe we could market Dennis as being part Black-Footed Cat. (Okay, not really. But I bet it would drum up interest in him!)
Livia was watching the FroliCat Pounce, and Tricki ran out of the closet, sniffed her, and then ran back into the closet. Livia didn’t know what happened, and by the time she thought to hiss, Tricki was long gone. It was hilarious!
We put the screen door up at the bottom of the stairs and opened the door to the foster room. Livia and Thomas spent most of yesterday hanging out in Fred’s room – Thomas on the bed, Livia on the recliner – and Dennis and Tricki stayed mostly in the foster room, with the occasional trip out to the hallway and down the stairs. There seemed to be a lot less hissing from Livia – at one point she was standing RIGHT next to Thomas, and didn’t hiss at him until he got too close to her. I’m hoping that by the time she goes back to Petsmart, we’ll be able to say that she’ll eventually get along with other cats if introduced slowly.
2013: “You tryin’ to steal my babies? Because THAT would make me VERY… Hmm. Actually, okay. Go ahead and steal them. I can handle that.”
2012: Emmy Wednesday
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Not scared of the Roomba, just skeedaddling to his Very Important Date!
2008: She’s a mean drunk.
2007: They definitely live the life o’ Reilly.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.