Wordless Wednesday

Mancat Monday

You know, it's moments like this that really remind me hoomins 

have a very... juvenile... sense of humor. The stuff we put up with!

Yes, I endured this indignity for awhile. The alternative was to move,

and I just wasn't ready.

In Leia news... she's doing well and thanks everyone for their good thoughts.

I was just glad it wasn't ME who had to go to the Stabby Place!

Leia Issues A Statement

...through her publicist (the Mom).

I, Leia, was seen at the Emergency Stabby Place tonight for what was diagnosed as a bacterial urinary tract infection. I was subjected to various indignities upon my purrson. And tricked into being grabbed by mom to go into the PTU (she tempted me with a Pill Pocket! How DARE she!). And forced to endure a car ride.

Her punishment was the Hiss of the Tabby - twice! - which she totally deserved. This is a fearsome punishment, even more so than the Back of Disrespect.

I was given my first pill at the Stabby Place, and am now home trying to rest. Except when I really have to visit the ladies' litterbox (pointlessly!). 

However, my mom was a wreck over this, so I may consider leniency. In the morning. When my insides aren't so irritable.

- Leia.

Wordless Wednesday

Happy Caturday

It's always amazing to us what Mom spends our green papers on -

I mean, just LOOK at this thing! ***

It's a cat magnet. If cats had crazy bendable arms and legs.

And everyone knows this is NOT true. 

AND it's orange!

...well... ok... that is a nice color, I admit.

- Toby, pondering the oddness of hoomins.

*** Mom got this from Hobby Lobby yesterday. 

We're told there was much squealing when her eyes fell upon it.

Mancat Monday

Yes, mom, I do rule (our) the world.

Your point?




PS.... Umm... Maybe don't tell Leia I meoweed that.... You know how girls are.

The Whiskeratti - Nursing Duty ACTIVATED!

We've put aside - temporarily! - our kibble investigation to assume our emergency nursing duty hats.

And like the good kittehs we are, we sprang right into action, too.

On Caturday afternoon, Mom tore her calf muscle. She was doing that thing hoomins call "exercise". We were asleep, but we're told she lunged forward on the contraption below and POP went the muscle. She said it was like the fleshy version of tearing paper.

She hobbled off to the people Stabby Place where the people vet said "not your lucky day!"

Treatment - 6 weeks of wearing a fracture boot or the bandage below if she can't get a boot, Motrin, special exercises (haven't you learned your lesson on that one?), ice, elevation. And, trust us, a fair amount of HBO words when she moves wrong. 

There is also a lot of general crankiness. 

Not to worry, we will do our best to take good care of her. 

With all our combined hearts, we wish all our furriends
and their families a BETTER week ahead than our weekend turned out to be.

Caturday Suspicions

Dear furriends,

We've made it to another Caturday! Of course, for us felines, it's always Caturday, really,
but we like to help our hoomin celebrate this day.

We've been on canned food for years now. We like it ok.. it's not nearly as good as the dry kibble was. We got used to it. But lately Mom has been pouring out KIBBLE! But not for us. Oh no, not for us.

This morning she poured it into a cup, and we both came running.
But did we get a single kibble bit? Even a lick of the crumbs? NO!

She says we can't have any, that we have our own food. Then she takes it outside with her.
 But WHAT does she do with it?

Is she... eating it herself? Would she do that??

Suspicious minds wanna know.