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
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.
What an Insult!
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.
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!
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!
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!
Surprises
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!
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!
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
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
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
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?