The Mundling Zone

Thoughts, rants, and raves from the desk of Michelle Mundling

Friday, June 24, 2005

Food and Four-legged Critters

As soon as pets find out you have food, even enemies will tolerate the presence of the other if only to get a sample of what you're having. Take Munchkin (the dog) and Maizy (the cat) for example:

Sometimes I feel like ... somebody's watching meeeee ... and I have no privacy ... ohhhhhhhh (Rockwell, 1984) . Oops, I'm dating myself.

Munchkin is more patient that Maizy. Maizy, however, will kinda take matters into her own paws ... er, I mean hands.

But I love them anyway. I asked Pamela if I could keep Maizy. Her response was, "No way, Jose!" I don't blame her; Maizy's a cutie.

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Proof of Forgiveness

Remember the entry about Munchkin biting my sister's finger last December. I have proof that all was forgiven.

... until Munchkin nipped at my sister's toes last week for standing too close to her dog food :-P

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Communicating with Critters

My sister Pamela is back in town! I'm so excited! She says she's going to be here for a couple of weeks. It's going to be the quickest two weeks of my life.

She brought Maizy again, but I don't know how she'll interact with Munchkin. Munchkin is so jealous that she runs Maizy off. We always know when Maizy enters the room because Munchkin starts wimpering. That's right, I said wimpering. She'll wimper before she does the 100-yard dash chasing Maizy back into the red room. For someone with an arthritic hip, Munchkin can still take off from a dead stop.

Maizy has learned the fine art of hiding under the bed in the red room, especially when it comes to avoiding Munchkin or the kitty carrier. Last time, it required removing the mattress and box springs to get to the cat. Yes, we tried food; it didn't work. Somehow, most animals know when they're being tricked and won't go for the food bait.

This was proven again when I tried to get Munchkin in the bathroom for a bath one morning by tempting her with a slice of bolonga; She didn't fall for it. That meant only one thing: chasing and picking up a 60 lb dog who doesn't want to be picked up. The only thing worse than that is trying to trim her toenails. We have to muzzle her; she's feral to the point of foaming at the mouth when Dad and I try to trim her nails. We've just about decided to let the vet deal with her ... they sedate her before doing her nails!

It's going to be fun, although I'm not sure how the critters will cope.

Friday, June 10, 2005

Cool Aprons

I bought a couple of aprons for about $9.95 each. One had a pre-printed graphic and the other was a custom job.

They've been the least-expensive aprons I've found on the web so far. If you want to check out the web site, go to