Happy Caturday!

Good morning, furriends! Today is an impawtant day - it's Chewy Review day!

Here I am supervising mom while she prepares the buffet area. As we wait, I'll give you a peek at our selection this month:

Taste of the Wild - 

did WE go wild over it? Let's find out. 

And the taste test results are IN! 

It's... Ok. We will eat it. Mom mixes it with our regular noms. One thing we don't much like is that it's got large chunks. 

But we appreciate Chewy sending us stuff to try, and report to our furriends on. As always, the reviews are unbiased and straight from the kittehs. And that's our official disclaimer. 

PS: 

Chewy sent mom something too : gorgeous birthday flowers! Thanks, Chewy. 

For anyone who wants to see the chunkiness:

Group Message

Dear Neighborhood,

We hate fireworks. They make all of us here very cranky.

That is all.

- the Whiskeratti Crew

Mancat Monday - Resistance is Futile.

But I'm gonna do it anyways, cuz that's the kind of cat I am. 

Moms have their little tricks, don't they?

Mostly we get to win, except... When it comes to medicine or the Stabby Place. Then they really won't be swayed by OUR little tricks. 

You see, this morning I didn't want to take my meds. Mom says I've been a real little stinker about it lately. So I ran UTB. Very effective. Can't reach me now, mom ! (Unless I lay too close to the edge of the bed, then she can just slide me right on out on our hardwood floor. Rookie mistake!)

Mom trick: lay on the bed and call for... Leia!! She knows I just can't stand for that hussy to get attention unless I get some too. It's like a light for little bugs, can't resist. I pop out, and MOUSES, she's waiting with the pill

! Just like this morning. 

Sneaky, mom. 

Note:

Last Friday I had my thyroid checked, had to double my dosage. Best part - I'm putting the Fear of the Orange into that place, I'm definitely getting a rep there. 

Finally Friday

A week to furget, definitely, but we've reached the end. May we all have an excellent weekend.

Tonight, something happened that Mom haaaates: power outage. 

Storm came through, high winds, and oops there it went. 

So once again we felines leapt into action to help mom.

Above you see Leia keeping guard on the outside perimeter.

After awhile we moved the base of operations into the bedroom.

Here, you see ME keeping watch over mom.

And THEN - 

Oh, glorious day in the night - the power came back after about 1.5 hours.

Now, mom does also have a LOOOOVE list.

And this is extremely high on it :

O2 Cool Fan, battery operated, 10 inches. 

We have three of these guys now, one with an AC adapter. 

Trust us, everyone NEEDS these. It helps with coolness, obviously, but also with moving air around if you have breathing issues, and it's just frankly disconcerting to be without electricity, emotionally. 

And also, mom really appreciates the soothing white noise it makes, 

helps to provide a buffer around her.

It does require six of the biggest batteries, but these are green papers well spent. They can be bought from Amazon, Walmart, and a lot of other places, but the 10 inches are hard to find in stores.

*** This is a spontaneous love note to O2 Cool, no compensation here.

Goodbye, Penny

I'm sorry to share that Penny didn't survive her surgery today. 

The mass was bigger than the vets thought, and she was unable to be resuscitated.

She was about a year and a half old; when she was around eight weeks I got to spend a couple of hours with her. She played at the park - putting everything in her mouth that she could! - and I held her on the car ride home afterwards. She slept, so warm and sweet and peaceful. 

It never crossed my mind that this precious life I was holding

wouldn't survive long into her barely-adulthood.

To all things there is a purpose, and a season; and one of the hardest things in life is accepting that.

To the vets responsible for her today, I have one question for you:

Will you sleep well tonight? 

Mancat Monday

Ok, so really we don't have much to say. We're exhausted from taking care of mom - not only is it her birthday; she says she is mumble mumblity 7, she stayed home from work because she has a cold. 

And we all know how much work that makes for us felines.
And probably for the woofies out there too.

While we resume our nap,

she wants to rant about something. Take it away, Grumpy Mom!

Grumpy Mom:

Vet bills and broken promises.... !! I posted about my niece's dog, Penny, last week.

Since then she's seen multiple vets, including the ER only vet, one CT scan for $1,200 that was sworn to be definitive - it wasn't, only disproved one theory - and I have no idea what all else in terms of labwork, exams, etc.

The vet capable of doing the surgery - at this point they are doing exploratory because they have no idea now - required a $2,000 deposit before they would do the CT. I guess I understand that, it's just... so. very. expensive! They don't think it's cancer now, unless it's some form of really rare cancer, and the scan disproved their twisted lung lobe theory, and hey, it might just be bacterial...

And for the record, I have a serious dislike of ER-only vets. I don't trust them at all. Their care is not comprehensive, since they have no facilities for round the clock care; they often charge exorbitant prices; and frequently those employed are the bottom tier vets. 

The vet I take my cats to is a 24 hr hospital - the doctor working through any
given night  is also often the one who will do regular business hours work.

And I have had two ER visits, but the only extra charge was a higher exam fee.

So, please, vet taking care of Penny, for the love of all that is furry will you PLEASE figure this out before a. Penny dies, and/or b. my niece has to sell one of her own body parts to pay for this.

Finally Friday - What's In a Name??

Happy Friday, furriends! 

This is a picture from a couple of years ago,
before we trekked south to Florida from NC.

So, What's In a Name, you ask?? It can be good or it can be fraught with...
fraught with... eerrrrrr...

stuff you really don't want in there!

Fraught - y Example:
Mom actually called me Sugarplum the other day.
Can you imagine that?

MOUSES! That woman is obsessed with her nicknames, you have no idea.
 I hope she forgets this one real fast.

Good Example, No Fraughtiness:

My real name is Tobias, not Toby. Yep, that's my official,
right on my rabies certificate, at the Stabby Place, for all formal events, name.

Toby, or Tobers, to furriends & fam. 

I even have a title too - Lord Marshal. Given to me when I was a ball of orange fluff,
but it was too big for me at the time, so no one ever used it. 

Still don't, but it is, indeed-y, my title. (this one doesn't appear on my rabies cert though).