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.

“Mini Me” Is in the House

Shawna 0 Comments Allicat

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.

There’s No Place Like Home

Shawna 0 Comments Jolie Fille

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?

Shawna 0 Comments Jou Jou B

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?

Shawna 0 Comments C. P. Pirate

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

Shawna 0 Comments Jolie Fille

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

Shawna 0 Comments Allicat

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!

Shawna 0 Comments Patch the Pirate

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!