Category Cat Chat

Surprises

Shawna 0 Comments Pawscar Awesome

Mom is still amazed at how daring I am becoming. She took some photos of me in her bedroom this morning when I came in to join Googlie, Jou Jou B, Jolie, and Jenise, and made myself at home in the little “cave bed.” We cats love to give our humans surprises!

 

Hey, I am handsome even with a squint.

I am squinting because Mom is still putting that dumb drop in my right eye twice a day.

When Mom got home from work this afternoon, she and Grandma took my Aunt Toshi Purrs-a-Lot to the dreaded V-E-T, Toshi did not eat or move from one particular spot in the living room all day, and she seemed a bit congested. The vet prescribed azithromycin liquid for her. Mom got some for Patch, who is also congested. Good luck getting any of that stuff into Patch! Patch was too smart to eat that “doctored up” food this evening. I don’t think Toshi appreciated the surprises she got today.

Mama, It’s COLD Outside!

Shawna 0 Comments Allicat

I am glad that the furnace has not gone out again…but somewhat glad it did that once, because Mom got two big space heaters. One of them has been running in the bedroom since Mom got home from teaching this evening. Mewchigan has been very cold this winter, and it is chilly in the basement without extra heat. We cats love to be toasty warm, and Mom knows it. I am also happy that my belly is full of supper, and Mom is here with Jolie, Jenise, and me.

Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde

Shawna 0 Comments C. P. Pirate, Pawscar Awesome

We hate to say this, but we think Mom may suffer from multiple personalities. One day she is nice and limits herself to messing with our ears (Pirate) and right eye (Pawscar). Then next day, she becomes someone else, attacking Pirate with a needle and bag of fluids and Pawscar with some yucky tasting liquid swill. We are unable to figure out anything we might have done to cause this predictable unpredictability. We are very pleasant kitties who, for the most part, mind our own business and hang with our friends. Is there anything we can do to keep “nice Mom” and eliminate “mean Mom?”

I Dodged a Bullet

Shawna 0 Comments Jolie Fille

I should have known something fishy (and not in a good sense) was going on when Mom brought that large rectangular box with the metal-barred door into her bedroom again yesterday. It has been gone for a long time, but last time it was here, it led to no end of troubles for me. She put some really nice catnip inside the box, and I thought that made it a great place to take a nap. Then I ended up at the vet for several days.

Mom tried the same tactic today, and I almost fell for it. She nearly had that door closed when I caught on to her plan. I pushed out of there so hard and so fast that she could not keep me inside. Nice try, Mom! She tried to tell me I would not be stuck in the hospital again; all I need is something called a “vaccine.” I do not know what that is, and I do not want to find out.

Feline Frisky

Shawna 0 Comments RubyDoo

Mom was not too happy with me the other day. She was trying to get some work done on her laptop, and kept hearing growling. Finally she looked up and saw that I was playing with Cara Mia. For some reason, she knew that Cara Mia did not want to play, so she ran after me, stomping her feet. I bushed up my fur and especially my tail. She usually thinks that is cute, but this time it had no effect on her mood. Much as I did not want to stop, I quit playing with Cara Mia. We have to keep Mom happy, right?

I’m Doing Just Fine

Shawna 0 Comments Jenise

Mom is worried about me. I have been here two weeks now, and I am still hanging out in the cage she set up for me for when I first arrived. After the first week, she said I could come out and join Googlie and my sisters. She even leaves the cage doors open all the time. I keep returning to the cat bed in my cage. I try to tell her I am just fine. She says I sound like my sisters. The bed is safe and comfortable. Doesn’t she realize that I am happy to have a home where no one, cat or human, picks on me?

Trapped

Shawna 0 Comments Gobblin' Goopuss

Today a suspicious person visited our house. He came downstairs (where we live) and made weird noises in the room next to ours. Mom and Dad were talking about a plumber (whatever that is) and a new bathroom faucet. After 90 minutes or so the man went upstairs, but I could still hear his voice for a while.

I am not fond of strangers. After this one was gone and Mom was about to go to work, she started doing one of her usual “cat counts.” She found everyone but me. I thought I had found the perfect hiding place: cozy, dark, and out of sight. Suddenly the door to my hiding place slammed shut. I was trapped!

Mom has been trying to get me to the vet for a while now, because I am more than a year overdue for shots. I am very talented at avoiding capture, and I am strong. Today, however, my desire for privacy defeated me.

Mom told Dad she did not want to be late for work, but just had to take this opportunity to get me in for vaccinations. I complained, but not too loudly. I hid under the bedding in the carrier. Nothing changed Mom’s mind.

We arrived at the veterinary hospital. Mom and I were taken to a room. It seemed like forever before I was allowed out. Then I encountered another stranger: Dr. R. Mom apparently knows her well. Dr. R. poked me in the sides, listened to my heart, and tried to look in my mouth. I squirmed and struggled. Dr. R. took me into another room. I was stabbed several times. My nails were clipped. Finally, Dr. R. took me back to Mom and told her to call Friday for the “results.”

Mom is lucky I don’t hold a grudge. Besides, most of the time she treats me well, I know she loves me.

Rumors

Shawna 0 Comments Cara Mia

We are hearing some strange things lately here at the Funny Farm. References are being made to a “Jenise.” Mom and Dad were talking about a sister of Jou Jou B and Jolie Fille, Apparently her original adopters returned her to the vet from which all but one of us were adopted. Mom keeps visiting the vet, even when one of us is not being taken in for vaccinations (or worse). We even heard one or two mentions of the dreaded cage, and Mom was talking to Dad about moving the ramp in the bedroom.

We are becoming more and more certain as the days go by that the ten feline inmates of the Funny Farm will soon become eleven. Is this a good thing? We aren’t sure.

Lost My Lunch…and Last Night’s Supper

Shawna 0 Comments Pawscar Awesome

For some reason that I cannot comprehend, Mom seems to be picking on me lately. Two weeks ago she hauled me all over creation. I tried to tell her I was sick to my stomach, but she just kept driving. Finally, I just SHOWED her (from both ends) how she was making me feel. After all that wandering we ended up–where else?–at a veterinary hospital. I got drops in the eyes, had bright lights shined at me, was shaved on the belly, got x-rayed and ultra-sounded, and was forced to donate my blood. Lucky for me, Mom eventually came back and took me home.

I thought my ordeal was over, but NO! Mom started putting a drop in my right eye twice every day. About a week later, she started giving me this yechy “chicken-flavored” liquid twice a day, too. I have tried to endure all this like the AWESOME kitty that I am. I kept on hoping it would stop, and we could get back to normal.

No such luck! Today Mom jammed me in a carrier again, a bigger one this time, but a carrier nonetheless. Off in the car we went. I politely complained. I became fairly insistent. Mom did not listen, so I had to demonstrate my unhappiness visibly…just like before. Again we arrived at this special veterinary hospital–me all messy and stinky–so the ophthalmologist could repeat her examinations of my eyes. I heard her tell Mom that the surface of my right eye looked much better, and that the inflammation in the back of my eyes had been reduced in some areas. I thought this was good news until she said she wanted to see me once more in a week or two. ANOTHER trip to dread! If my eyes are still inflamed they are considering taking some fluid from my eye(s)…an OPERATION!!! Please, Mom, no more!

It’s Not So Bad in Here

Shawna 0 Comments Pawscar Awesome

When Mom first adopted me in January 2013, she tried really hard to get me integrated with the other family felines. I demonstrated clearly–to her and to the other cats–that I was not about to cooperate. For the past year and a half I have chosen to live by myself in the kitchen and bathroom. I have two of my own beds, my own dishes, and my own litterbox.

After a while, I decided that it might be a good idea to check out the food bowls that the other cats were using to see if they had any perks that I was lacking. On occasion I would howl at the door until Mom or Dad would let me in. If no other cat was in the immediate vicinity, I would enter, check out the bowls (and munch a bit if there was something good), and howl again to be let out. Mom really tried to talk me into exploring and sticking around, but I did not feel like doing that…until a couple weeks ago.

It was a Sunday afternoon, August 24, and Dad was at work. I howled to come in and soon wanted to leave. Mom talked to me, and called me to come over. I don’t know why I changed my mind, but I decided to stay and have a look around. Mom was really surprised to find me in the window where Purrin’Dot used to hide every time the vacuum came out. I walked around on Dad’s desk and Mom’s desk, and even sat for a while on Mom’s lap. I could tell she was amazed. When Dad got home, she told him about my exploits. He did not seem to believe her.

Over the course of the next couple weeks Dad has had ample opportunity to witness my remarkable transformation from loner to (mostly) peaceful co-exister. I am still spending nights by myself (Dad doesn’t trust me), but much of the day and evening with my (human and feline) family. I kind of like it in here; I have a wider choice of napping spots and more opportunities to sit on Mom’s lap.