It seems Mom was not satisfied with one sweet young thing keeping me company in here. Jou Jou B is full of energy and very talkative (or maybe I should say “chirp-ative”). Old cats like me just want to sleep and get a little love from our human parents. Then Mom brought in another youngster. At first she did not seem so bad; she was not bouncing off walls, and she was quiet. Now that she has had some time to adjust to her new surroundings, Jolie is showing signs of becoming Jou Jou B’s “mini me.” She is starting to play with the Neko Flies Kittenator that Jou Jou loves. What is worse, she is starting to make noises…and she sounds like a muted version of Jou Jou. I suppose that it makes sense, since Jolie and Jou Jou are sisters. I do wish, however, for just a bit more peace and quiet.
Category Cat Chat
There’s No Place Like Home
Finally! I thought it might never happen: Mom came today and brought me home. I even recognized the place after been gone 8 days. Now I can settle back in and, Mom hopes, overcome my shyness. I know I still have her a bit concerned because I am still favoring my left front paw. Doesn’t she know it takes time to heal?
Where, O Where Did My Little Sis Go?
Mom was engaged in some very suspicious activity today, and now Jolie Fille is missing. This morning Mom was rearranging stuff in our living space. The large box with a metal door was moved out of hiding from its place under the desk. Soft bedding was put inside. Then Mom left.
When she came back later, Mom brought a tube of some sort of flaky substance and put some into the box on the bedding. Before heading to dinner she looked in on us. Allicat was on the bed and I was out and about. Jolie was in the box, enjoying something Mom called “catnip.” A little later she came back and entered our room. Suddenly she shut the door on the box, and Jolie was trapped inside. Mom carried the box away.
Mom was gone a long time. When she returned, there was no box and no Jolie. Where did she go? What did she do with my sister?!?!?!?!
Why’s Everybody Always Pickin’ on Me?
Mom has a real vendetta against me. I can tell. First she commits me to the veterinary hospital for a week. Now she has this strange, bulgy plastic bag with numbers down the side. On the bottom of the bag is a long plastic tube with some sort of on-off switch. The worst part is on the end of the tube: a sharp point that Mom insists on sticking between my shoulders when I least expect it. Struggling does not seem to help. If Mom would just pick one place and a regular time, I might be able to hide and escape the torture. She tells me that the vet wants me to “get fluids” twice a week–a likely story. NOT!
I Did It, But I Didn’t Mean To
I have been here for eight days now. Mom finally gave up on the cage. Wonder if it had to do with the “altercation” on Sunday evening, when she tried to return me to the cage…and I bit her. She never even came home the next night, even though Allicat cried and cried for her. Cousin MJ fed and cared for us cats, but gave me a wide berth. Mom was in the hospital, getting IV antibiotics.
She never yelled at me, but I am scared to come out…except at night when it is dark and quiet. She plays with my sister, Jou Jou B, like nothing is wrong. She pets Allicat and both she and Jou Jou sleep on her bed at night. Maybe it’s safe to come out. I am thinking about it….
Ten Cats Down on the Farm
Mom is very happy that both Pirate and Jolie Fille were able to come home (Jolie for the first time) Friday. Pirate seems to be doing much better, although I am not convinced he will tolerate Mom giving him fluids twice a week.
Neither Mom nor I was very confident about Jolie’s introduction to the Feline Funny Farm. Mom was worried that she would act like her sister Jou Jou B, thrashing around in the carrier and bouncing off the walls when she arrived. Mom was WAY off. Jolie went calmly into the carrier, not making a peep all the way home or since. She went nicely into the big cage and hid in her plush cube, until Mom swapped it for another cat bed so she could see her.
I was concerned because she is living in my corner of the Farm. I was not sure I could tolerate her. She is so mild-mannered (and a bit of a scaredy-cat) that I found no need to hiss at her. I think she will do just fine here, once she is used to us.
The most difficult aspect is learning to pronounce her name, which means “Pretty Girl” in French.
Bring My Buddy Home!
My best friend, C. P. Pirate, is STILL at the vet! He went in Saturday and has not come home. Mom has been worried about him. His original problem was constipation. On Sunday, he seemed to be completely without energy. They told Mom his potassium was low, and he tested positive for pancreatitis (which probably contributed to the deaths of my friends Purrin’Dot and Possum last year). Then he was drooping his head really badly, all bent over. This morning Mom got a call about his head twitching weirdly when he was being examined and maybe he would need to see a neurologist.
Mom rushed out of here to go see him. While she was there, our favorite vet–Dr. Reynolds–came in on her day off to see Pirate. Pirate lifted his head normally several times, ate a little for Mom, and leaped back in his cage when Dr. Reynolds took him out and stood him on the floor. She seemed more optimistic about Pirate’s condition, but does not think he is ready to come home yet.
I MISS YOU, PIRATE! GET BETTER AND COME HOME SOON!
Nobody Loves Me
While Revelly was getting her dentistry yesterday, Mom decided to haul ME off to the V-E-T. I don’t understand why. So what if I was sick to my stomach near the litterbox that morning? So what if I would not eat my breakfast? So what if I went in for the same thing in June? Can’t a cat make his own choices?
I guess not. They gave me fluids and a couple of enemas, and sent me home. You would think Mom would be glad to have me back. NOT! She hauled me back in there again today, just because I still wasn’t eating, and the procedures yesterday had not worked. Now I am stuck in several ways: I got bloodwork, an IV to administer fluids, more enemas, and no trip home.
To Whom It May Concern (Mom)
What does it take to get a poor kitty like me fed? I am sitting patiently on your lap, purring and being oh, so nice. Still I wait.
And by the way, I heard a nasty rumor. There will be no food available for me and my fursibs after midnight because I am having a dentistry tomorrow. Tell me it isn’t so!!! I just had one five months ago. That’s a terrible thing to do to a nice cat like me!
All’s Quiet on the Home Front
After the excitement of the last three days (celebrating Grandma’s 90th birthday and her great-granddaughter Amelia’s second), the house is quiet again. My feline friends and I can sleep almost completely undisturbed, except when Whacky Tail (Revelly) goes on the prowl. She’s with Mom now; hope she stays there!