Showing posts with label bassquarter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bassquarter. Show all posts

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Bassquarter's back in the house

Bassquarter sleeping, on her spot, heated of course

So my cat Bassquarter disappears for weeks at a time in the summer, to the point where both Happy Hardcore and I both thought she was gone for good. I even wrote a post about it here. But then the cat came back the very next day. It looks like I never got around to posting that she was back, so I must have led people to believe she was still gone.

She still pops outside, but doesn't wander far and lately she has been right by the door waiting to be let back in. Now that it's colder out and the heat is on, she's likely not going back out till spring. She loves the spot behind the front door, on top of the heater. She will only leave it for food.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

My kitty is gone

I'm pretty sure Bassquarter is gone. I didn't see her at all last week when I got back from California. My roommate Happy Hardcore said he hadn't seen her in at least two weeks.

She is a streetwise kitty and knows where home is, but she picks fights with other cats and doesn't have a chip or collar.

I'm going to miss her. I never had a connection with a cat like that before.


Tuesday, January 05, 2010

kitty is fucked up

I love listening to Howard Stern. Music is now just a buffer between Howard's shows on my iPod. I have been a fan forever, but never really able to listen. I technically can't listen to it now. I don't have Sirius, I can't afford it. But if someone wanted to download the show and listen to it for free, I would check fetalsludge. I don't know who I hate more, Ralph or Eric the Midget (but maybe Benjy).

Bassquarter's face is all fucked up cause she's scratching at it. Happy Hardcore says wants to take her to a vet, and we are all expected to pitch in. I love the kitty so I have no problems contributing, but I'm not gonna pay for the whole thing. I think the vet is just going to put a cone on her and give her antibiotics. I said she needed a cone from the beginning but everyone shot me down.

These pictures look worse than it is I assure you. She She kind of looks like Heath Ledger's Joker in the last one which is disconcerting. I will do something about it tomorrow.

Friday, November 27, 2009

WTF happend to our cat!?!


Get Well Soon Bassquarter!

Our house kitty Bassquarter's face was really swollen this morning, it looked like she had a golf ball in her left cheek. I think she might have gotten into a back ally fight and a scratch got infected or something.

Abi said he was going to take her to the vet. I would have gone with him but I had to be on time for my workshop. I got home to find Bass laying in front of Abi's room and her face was bleeding. Abi came home and told me he didn't make it to the vet with her, so the cat must have lanced it herself. I think the vet would have done the same thing but more expensive with less scarring. When it heals he is going to look like SEAL or Dube-X. She doesn't have a cone on her head so I think she's going to keep fucking with her face. I have never really cared about a cat like this before, so I was freaking out at first. now I've calmed down a bit, and I just hoping she will be fine.

Monday, January 05, 2009

Chilling with BQ

I feel like I'm finally recovering from this cough I've had since Timmins. I didn't get my day started as soon as I would have liked. I got to Kensington eventually for food: bacon, bread, broccoli and bananas. The B food group I guess. I went to watch the World Junior Gold medal hockey game with my brother Marc. Canada kicked ass against Sweeden, 5-1. Ikea just could not handle it.

I'm hanging out with my local house kitty, Bassquarter. She is so cute she makes me bite my tounge.

Tomorow I have to go to the CNIB for my Metropass.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Bassquarter The Kitty

This is Bassquarter, she is our house kitty. There is a crazy homeless lady who feeds the pigeons in the ally beside my house, and back in the day she would ask "Can I have a bassquarter?"(now she just says "quarter", but I still tell her to fuck off.)

My landlord Sandy brought this kitty over from across the street. She belonged to a tenant who moved out, and Sandy brought her over to take care of the mice situation. Happy-Hardcore was supposed to be feeding her, and I guess he was but it was shit. So the kitty looked sick, and it's meow was really fucked up. I think he was forgetting to feed her a lot too, cause she was meowing all the time. So Deidra decided to start feeding it, which I guess was a good idea(but she doesn't have to keep feeding it). So now I feed her. We call her Bassquarter, although everyone in the house has a different name for her.
Sometimes she hangs out in my room. She likes to fuck around in the drawers under my bed. I give her treats which she will hunt for like crazy if she gets confused and thinks there might be more than there actually are.
She does not enjoy having pot smoke blown in her face, and also hates catnip. She runs away from the minty smell of catnip, although she usually gets enough of a whiff to go kitty bonkers.
She is too cute, I bite my tongue she is so cute.
She doesn't hold still for photos, and she had some kind of cut on her nose in these photos.
She licks herself a lot, I guess keeping clean is important for kitty. She seems to spend a lot more time on her asshole that is really necessary.