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Together Again

Shawna 0 Comments Patch the Pirate

Bye Bye Vet!

After a whole week in that metal cage (or should I say torture chamber?) in the IV Room at the kitty hospital, I had begun to give up hope. Finally, two nights ago, Mom brought me home. My best buddy, C. P. Pirate, and I are together again.

I showed those people at the vet who was boss. I growled and hissed. I did not cooperate with them. I sulked in my cage. As a final statement about my displeasure, I peed on the leg of the tech who was putting me in my carrier so I could go home.

Hello Home!

I refused to talk to Mom all the way home. When we got here, I ran under the bed. Today Mom tried to remove the stupid white collar they put around my neck at the vet, but I would not allow her to do so. I want to remind her for a LONG time how mad I am for what she did to me.

I do think I am finally getting healthy again, in spite of the torture I endured. I am glad that my furpals and I are together again, and I have plenty of places to hide.

Disappearance #3

Shawna 0 Comments C. P. Pirate

For the third time in less than one month, we have a disappearance from the Feline Funny Farm. The first vanishing cat was Revelly, who–sadly–never returned to us. The second was our orange brother, Pawscar Awesome. He suddenly reappeared after two days. The newest mysterious absence is my best buddy, Patch the Pirate.

Last night Mom came home from her teaching job at BBI (what is that?), and looked around at all of us. Patch and I were napping on the table under the warm lamp. Mom came over, petted Patch, and then grabbed her up and put her in the carrier.

Patch the Pirate is NOT happy in the carrier.

I was quite surprised that Patch offered little resistance; she usually fights tooth and nail to avoid the dreaded carrier. Mom and the carrier went away, and now Patch is missing.

I surely do hope that this disappearance is not permanent.

The Orange Invader

Shawna 0 Comments Jolie Fille

That orange invader is back! Doesn’t he know that Mom’s bedroom is for girls only? What’s worse is that he is sitting on Mom’s lap, just purring away and shedding all over Mom’s keyboard. I think he must be one of the aliens Roy Thinnes was pursuing on that old 1960’s TV show Mom used to watch.

Pawscar monopolizes Mom’s lap.

I am pretending not to notice him. Maybe I’ll just take a nap. Orange invader, go home!

 

Home at Last!

Shawna 0 Comments Several Inmates

Home at last! Home at last! Thanks, Mom, I’m home at last!

Mom came to visit me this morning and found out that I could leave. She did not have a carrier with her, so Dr. C. loaned her one. Two techs took the long plastic tube out of my arm while I growled at them. One of them bandaged my arm for the ride home.

As soon as I got home, Mom took some pictures of me. Here is one:

A little bandage won’t slow ME down.

I take some pride in the fact that no one seemed to be able to figure out WHY I got dehydrated and constipated. Mom seems to think that’s NOT a good thing, because it might happen again. She plans to watch me carefully to make sure I eat and act like my usual self. Right now I am sitting on her lap while I dictate this post. That ought to convince her.

Thanks, Mom, I’m home at last!

Lost and Found

Shawna 0 Comments Pawscar Awesome

Why’s everybody always picking on me? Haven’t I been a good kitty, putting up with the eye drops and the chicken slop and minding my own business? Apparently not good enough: I was sleeping too much and eating too little.

Two days ago, Mom stuffed me into a plastic box and hauled me out of the house. She took me to the same place that the Birmingham police did when they found me, skinny and flea-ridden, nearly two and one-half years ago. Once there Dr. C. poked and prodded me and pried open my mouth. I was taken away, x-rayed, stabbed (more than once), and put in a cage with this long plastic tube attached to my front leg. Then I realized: Mom is lost!

Pawscar at Gasow

I waited a long time, wondering what had happened to Mom and why she left me here. Finally, I found her. There she was at the door of my cage, talking to me and petting me. Then I lost her again. She keeps coming back once in a while, but she does not stay “found” or take me home.

I promise to be a good kitty! Please rescue me!

Gone, But Never Forgotten

Shawna 0 Comments Allicat

We kitties are very sad today because our sister Revelly, also known as “Webelly Whacky Tail,” crossed the Rainbow Bridge this morning. A call from the vet woke Mom up this morning, so we suspected the news was not good. The vet told Mom that Revelly had heart problems that became obvious this morning. Mom fed us, got cleaned up, and went to spend a little time with Revelly before she said goodbye. Revelly may be gone, but she will never be forgotten. We will see you again someday, Revelly!

Missing Purrson

Shawna 0 Comments Gobblin' Goopuss

Something fishy is going on at the Feline Funny Farm. One of our oldest residents has been missing since Tuesday. Revelly (aka Whacky Tail) has made several trips in the cat carrier over the last week. She returned to the Farm last Thursday and Saturday, but since Mom  absconded with her Tuesday, we have not seen her.

There is a rumor circulating that she is in the hospital. I heard Mom saying stuff to Dad about PO-TASS-SEE-UM (is that anything like “no-see-ums”?) being too high. This afternoon Mom seemed to be having a long telephone conversation with someone about Revelly’s appetite, a newly detected heart arrhythmia, and the dreaded FLUIDS.

Please bring our furpal back soon, I need someone to harass, and Revelly growls and swats magnificently.

I am NOT happy to be here!

 

What an Insult!

Shawna 0 Comments Gobblin' Goopuss

I never believed such an insult was possible, especially from my very own mom. I checked to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but they weren’t. Mom misspelled my name on the 2015 Feline Funny Farm calendar.

Mom, you should know better!

Phooey on her! Of all the people in our family, SHE should know I am Gobblin’ Goopuss. Note the double s at the end of my name. She left one off and immortalized the error on that calendar. I am insulted and offended!

It’s World Spay Day!

Shawna 0 Comments RubyDoo

Oh my! Today is World Spay Day, and I almost missed it (the day, not the spay)! World Spay Day is an annual campaign of The HSUS, Humane Society International and the Humane Society Veterinary Medical Association, according to the HSUS website.

When in Doubt, EAT!

Shawna 0 Comments Jou Jou B

It’s been another quiet day here at the Funny Farm. With a low of -10° F expected here in Mewchigan, there is little reason for my humans to go out except to work (today was Dad’s first day back since being hospitalized in late January) or to care for a family member’s cats (Grandma does a shift in the morning and Mom in the evening). Mom was hoping for a call from a local compounding pharmacy (whatever that is) for a prescription for Patch, who seems to have a bad cold but would not cooperate with the usual means of administering medicine nor eat any food to which it had been added (maybe the cherry flavor was too much for her). No call yet.

As for me, since I have nothing better to do, having a few morsels of dry chow sounds like a great idea to me. Mom has to admit that my sisters (Jolie and Jenise) and I are on the chubby side, She would prefer us to eat canned food (not as fattening). I do not cooperate much with that, and Jenise absolutely rejects the whole idea, Only Jolie makes a worthy attempt to please Mom. Then there’s Googlie, who really chows down on her canned food!