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This is day 8 of my family's attempt to get the bats out of our house. We put escape chutes on the outside of our house so they can get out but not back in. So instead of going through that the bats decided to go another way, into our house! So we've been using a bug catching net to scoop the little guys off our walls and even catching them in mid air. This little bugger was actually the 8th bat I was able to catch this month. I released it outside and after it jumped off the net it fell on it's back and was quite cranky. So seriously, we first saw bats 8 days ago, and this was the 8th bat I caught in that time (I went on to catch plenty more) and this one was on 8-8-08!
Robb Phipps drew this. I "inked" and colored it in Photoshop. Captain Beyond could kick our butts, and he could probably give Superman and Batman a run for their money. Wonder Woman would date him.
Hopefully he's not irradiating the people in the background with his glowing fists and general display of might. Super Heroes aren't very subtle, are they?
Look at how comfortable they are! Batman sleeping on Notbatman, Joe sleeping on Notbatman, Fatteus sleeping on Joe ... a circle of sleeping. (Okay, not a circle. A vaguely S-shape.)
Notbatman LOVED that piece of cardboard. It had been a box. He also liked being in this plastic tub with the quilt in it. Very comfy. Shortly after I took this picture, Fattie decided to pee in it. We had to throw away his favorite box. :(
When Notbatman was a weeeee kitten, I was on the inside of the door and he was on the outside. He put his hands up on the door and I put my forefingers up to his paws. I raised one finger and he followed. I raised the other and he followed. I started pawing at the door with my fingers and he pawed with his paws.
Now, when he wants to come in or go out, he stands up on his hind legs and bats at the door with alternating paws. It's freakin' adorable. And handy, because if we're sitting in the living room, we can hear him at the door and let him in. (Sometimes he also knocks to let other cats in, even if he doesn't want to come in himself.)
This is the area under my TV for a VCR/DVD player. At this time, there was nothing in there. Well. There was. I mean, there's a cat.
Notbatman is a hefty boy. He weighs nearly 14 pounds. He's very active, so who knows why he's so fat, but he's also BIG. HUGE. How on earth he would get in there is beyond me. Worse, sometimes he and Joe would get in there together and fight each other ...
Notbatman is standing at the other open area of the door, a more vertical crack. As their heads got bigger, it got tougher for them to go through both of these cracks, but that's when they started jumping through the 5' high broken windows, as their mom had done!
If Notbatman ever read Cosmo, his answer would be "on my back." Notbatman LOVES to get on his back. You'll look down at your feet and there he is, on his back, begging for tummy action.
Okay, so, we established that the cats were interested in climbing up things that led to the roof, as Notbatman showed many months before this. But now, at 6 months of age, someone figured it out! I was in my bathroom and I heard meowing. But there were no cats.
It suddenly dawned on me that the meowing was coming from outside. Of course, I did the first thing that came to mind--I grabbed a camera and snapped several photos. (The rest of the set will be uploaded when the month ticks over and I get my 100mb for June.) Then I left the window open and tried to convince Joe to come in.
She wouldn't. The window was a couple of feet up and she wasn't sure about jumping in there, since she'd never been in there. I had to lean out the window and drag her in.
At this young age, they were curious but small. This photo is Notbatman, and this set of photos marked the last photographic evidence I had of the sibling Batman. He died shortly after.
In this photo you see Notbatman climbing a wall in our yard. The wall runs between the house and the garage. Here I was astonished at how far he was able to climb. He got pretty far up and somehow figured out how to get down, too. In the future, most of the cats would figure out how to climb this and go wandering around on the roof.
Three years later and they still love this bed. But I don't know if three can fit now.
Notbatman is starting to get huge. Our hefty little man-cat.
It was a strange day when I went outside and saw Notbatman and Chairman sitting together on the porch. Strange indeed. As if they were male bonding or something and I had interrupted them.
Now that Notbatman weighs nearly 14 pounds, it's hard to imagine that at one time he was tiny enough to sit on a bicycle tire. (Now he IS a bicycle tire.)
Notbatman has the unfortunate honor of being named for what he isn't. His brother was named for having a mask on his eyes. Naming a cat like that is easy. But this one who looked similar, how do we name him? He's ... he's ... NOTbatman. Unfortunately, Batman died very, very young in a car accident. And so Notbatman is still named for who he isn't, even though his brother is long dead.