Creatures, big and small..

A while back, I was telling Lindystar that I had a cat that only drank his water from a water gun or a squirt bottle. I told her I would post the pictures and here they are! (Forgive the grainy blurry bits, please!)


When BC was a kitten, we had his two brothers and sister to watch, too. 4 kittens are a hand full so we bought a water gun to "shoot" at the kittens when they were getting into something they shouldn't. You know; scratching on the furniture-- squirt! Climbing the curtains-- squirt! Nibbling too hard on my toes-- squirt! But for BC, it caught his attention more than it chased him away. After licking the water off his fur, he wandered over to investigate the water gun. Squirt! He jumped, but came back and licked the area where the water shot out from. Squirt! Lick. Squirt! Lick, lick. And so it went..

He is now 7 years old and so spoiled, he will not drink water from anything else. We switched from a water gun to a squirt bottle as it seemed kind of weird to see a cat clutching a gun and licking the end of the barrel. Every night, when hubby comes home from work, BC will meow in the kitchen, demanding his daily dose of squirted water. This squirting and licking practice goes on for about 5 minutes, until BC has had enough. He will only drink out of the water bowl if he is practically dying of thirst, there is no water in the dirty dishes in the sink and there is no one around to squirt water at him. Oh, and in case you are wondering, BC stands for black cat.

Yesterday. Hubby found and caught a toad to show the girls. Squeals of delight as Hubby made the toad "talk".

"Hey, who turned out the light?" toad said while cupped inside of Hubby's hands. "Oh look, an opening to jump through." and Hubby barely caught it in time before it landed 3 feet on the hard floor. We put it in an empty flower pot so the girls could look at it better and after several escape attempts, Hubby put him back where he found it.

In the garden yesterday, I found this fuzzy caterpillar munching on the watermelon vines. Oldest quickly snatched him away and giggled when Fuzzy tickled his way all over her arms and hands. Middle shrieked and wanted to hold him, too, but every time Fuzzy came near, she ran away screaming! She is such a girl! Oldest will pick up just about any bug and Middle will watch from a safe distance of 10 feet away, or peek a closer look from behind my legs. Youngest just wants to grab it and squish it! We are having lots of fun discovering bugs and animals around here!