Kitteh Krack!

We - by we I mean mostly ME - aren't eating quite as much as Mom would like so she started us on Fancy Feast today, mixed with the regular stuff we get.

This is a gravy lovers' version. It's quite yumm!! So was the pitifully small bit of chick-hen she gave me last night from her own evening noms. I wanted more but she refused.

Stingy woman.

Also, I bit the Mom today. We tussled a bit over the pill. You think I don't know what she's doing when she grabs me and sticks stuff in my mouth? Please! The Greenies got slimier and slimier and broken up and she was left with mostly pill. She kept going and I kept disagreeing on this point and somewhere along the line my tooth left a hole in her finger.

Sadly, this doesn't stop the 'rents. They just say HBO words and keep on. We're 5.5 days into 14 days of meds, so it will be interesting to see what happens.....

                   - Toby

Oh My Ceiling Cat !

Furriends, Greenies Pill Pockets are the

PAWSOME!!!

How did so many years go by without me knowing about these??

I scarf up as many as Mom will let me have. Including Toby's extras.

YUMMMM !!!

More more MORE!!

Recovery in Progress (we hope)

Well, I'm two days into my pills. 

Today I had a..... umm.... accident on the kitchen floor. 

(Mom's just glad it was on the linoleum and not on the carpet.)

But she's a good egg, said not to worry about it. Stuff happens.

The Stabby Place lady said it was typical of UTI sufferers. 

Anyway, I'm just trying to take it easy here

and soak up some sun. Sadly, this house doesn't

get much direct sun so the sunpuddles aren't so very great.

We hope everyone has a great Caturday and weekend.

PS: Our furriend Flynn is having some troubles too.

Please go by and visit him and his family.

Ha!

Yeah, I got dragged off to the Stabby Place today, but I fooled those weirdos - didn't let them steal any of my pee. I hid it real well.

As you can see, I was a stoic and noble prisoner:

Anyways, they decided to treat me for a urinary tract infection anyway, so now I'm on pills. Blech! But hey, we did get introduced to Greenies Pill Pockets. Leia LUFFS hers something fierce. And she's not even sick, but Mom says it's not fair to give one of us what amounts to a treat and not the other. I was stubborn about it, but Mom popped it into my mouth - sneaky wench - and I swallowed it. So maybe I think they are ok after all. We'll see.

When we got home, I punished Mom for a whole five minutes, wouldn't come out UTB. 

I think she has learned her lesson, don't you?

What Toby Doesn't Know....

he definitely WON'T like when he finds out.

We have an appt at 2:15 today at the Stabby Place. This morning I woke up to find a large puddle of dark orange urine caught in the litter box liner. I called the vet and of course they want to see him.

I always waffle on things like this. Is it too soon? Will it pass? Is it really anything? They hate going so much - as does almost every other feline in the universe - but of course I can't let them suffer either.

Also, I'm assuming the problem child here is Toby, but honestly, I have always felt he is more fragile than Leia, although he's so much bigger. Given the size of that puddle though, I think it's a safe bet.

Maybe it's just a perception problem. Toby adopted me when he was about 3 weeks old, so I can't really shake the image of him as nothing more than a few ounces of orange fuzz. On the other paw, it usually IS him with the health problem. I've always thought that being separated from his birth mom at such a young age robbed him of those very important early days health protections. (he was a stray, found in a car engine on a cold day all those years ago).

The other bit of evidence is that I'm dealing with a spot on the carpet where someone had an accident.

So please keep us in your thoughts today. Thanks!


PS: thank Ceiling Cat for vets willing to hold a check till payday!

The Hiss Heard Round the Interwebz

Furriends! We have the most shocking news we've ever heard -

HELLO KITTY is NOT a KITTEH after all!

GASP!

According to news sources, she is actually a British girl with a kitteh of her own, Charmy Kitty.

https://www.dogonews.com/2014/9/19/hello-kitty-begins-her-40th-birthday-celebrations-by-declaring-she-is-not-a-cat

Wow. We're just.... just meowless.

PS: Happy Birthday, HK. We think!

My Serious Face

Do you see it?

I mean business here, furriends!

I'm doing the most critical task any feline can do - supervising the preparation of the noms.

This happens to be the evening noms, but it's the same face I use for all meals.

And really, it takes FOREVER these days.

She always has to wash out the bowls first,

then open a fresh can, then put it in the bowls.

And then carry it to the buffet area.

I have to be with her every step of the way - y'all understand!

I'm just exhausted by the time I get to eat.

Caturday Is here!!

All hail the Great Caturday!

And do I ever need it. I have been working HARD this week, furrriends.

Here I am, guarding the shoes:

and then the purse:

Cuz let's face it, guarding stuff is a MANKITTEH'S job!

And now it's time for my reward.

Toesies Tuesdays

I am a big believer in keeping everything very tidy and in place. I groom a lot - of course, not only am I a girl, I am a girl who is a PRINCESS - but I am very, very particular about my toesies.

I spend a lot of time on the back ones, chewing and trying to make sure they are in purrrfect shape. Mom couldn't get any action shots of that, so she decided to use this nice stair one instead:

Hey, a girl needs to keep SOME things private!

Happy Tuesday, y'all.

Monday, Monday

Sunday Easy has been expanded this week!

Mom is home on vacation for a few days,

so we're just hanging out with her.

Caturday Ick

Mom wants to talk to y'all. So we are turning this over to her and going back to sleep.

Mom:

Just a warning for anyone who might purchase Wellness Duo Pates. I tried to buy some this morning; one container slipped and broke open in my basket. HOLY COD, that smell was absolutely one of the WORST I have ever had to experience. And there were maggots, guys, multiple nasty ones. Some fell on the floor.

I tried to make it known to the store. Three times. Nobody really cared. That was extremely frustrating - I get that these things happen, unfortunately - but FIX IT. It needs to be a top priority. Normally I would just walk away, but I didn't want anyone else to get theirs home and find out there. I consider myself lucky. Kind of.

Now back to our regularly scheduled fun stuff.

Yak Attack!

I tend to have yak attacks in the wee hours. On the bed, of course, cuz that is where the Mom sleeps and I usually sleep there too, on the pillows. So when the need hits -

It did the other night. I haven't had one in weeks, but around 4:30 am, it was time. The pre-noises always wake Mom up and she grabs the towel from the bed for me to barf on****. We struggled about me using it, but in the end she got it mostly under the yak.

Until the morning light when she realized I got a fair amount on the wall.

I'm so proud! SCORE!!!





**** BTW, that is just embarrassing. I don't approve - can you believe she keeps a clean towel on the bed EVERY FREAKIN' night now?? I hate throwing up on that thing, it's just not right. She started that a month or so ago after one bad week, when my efforts made her change the sheets two nights in a row, around 4 am. Well, when she did the other night, after I sat there recovering, I just turned my head and gave her The Look. Let her know I did not appreciate the towel. At all.