Happy Caturday - and It's My Turn!

We play a game called Time Share. Sometimes Mom is in her office chair, sometimes it's me. Toby got the bed early this morning; when Mom came back from getting her breakfast noms, I had it.

I must confess, sleeping is a favorite pasttime here. And we have a PhD in it.

Except when we are playing, of course! Or on guard duty. I do most of that around here.

We hope all our furriends have a wonderful, peaceful weekend.

To All Hoomins

Mom took this the other night. She calls it my yoga pose. I am also informed that it somewhat resembles an insult that hoomins can give to other hoomins known as "the middle finger".

I would VERY MUCH like to extend that insult to every hoomin on the planet right now.

Why? Let's look at my list, shall we? Oh yes, there is a list:

1. Food was denied me

2. I was stuffed in a PTU, endured a car ride - and oh my Ceiling Cat was it cold out there

3. LEFT at the Stabby Place so they could perform... tests. These involved needles and fingers in EXTREMELY INAPPROPRIATE places.

Mom said this was all neccessary but I don't care. Hence, my finger-paw to the world.

I'm going up to the kitteh loft. Don't follow me if you walk on two feet.

Wordless Wednesday

Our Kitteh Condo

We haz exciting news! Leia and I decided we wanted our very own condo. We hired an architect (Mom), a builder (Mom) and lastly, an interior decorator (again, Mom. hey, when you can only pay in purrs and snuggles and shed furs, options are limited, ok?)

  

This is a two level condo. Amenities include wallpaper, private napping station 

downstairs, with a view upstairs, toys, and finely ground catnip to give it that extra ooomph.

We're pleased with the final product. We're contemplating Phase II and possibly III, 

but we're having a bit of trouble with the financing options right now. 

We all know how quickly green 

papers run out during new construction! 

Happy Monday, furriends.

Happy Caturday

Sighs. 

Mom was VERY amused by this....  interruption of my nap.

I was not.

Happy Caturday, furriends.

And the Vet Said....

This morning Toby finished his Baytril. I was going to take him to the vet for a urinalysis on Friday, but was lucky enough to get a urine sample at lunch today. He was very obliging, I must say.

They did the UA and said: no blood, bacteria or crystals BUT there are white blood cells, which I am told, indicates a low grade infection brewing. So in ten days we need a urine culture to determine precisely what medication he should get next. And to make it extra fun, I have to not feed them after midnight because he might require sedation to get the sample (he didn't need it at the last vet so I don't think we will need it here, but he is definitely getting crankier about all this).

My poor lil orange guy. At least I spared him this vet trip. And he would need to get his anal glands checked again soon anyway.

And that's the latest, folks.

Befuddled on Tuesday (morning)

This morning about 4 am, I sat on the dressing table and woke Mom up. I was hungry, I had every right to let her know it, didn't I?

But sometimes the hoomins get so deeply asleep, they are kinda stupid when they are suddenly woken. Like today. Mom sits straight up, looks at the clock, points to it and demands of me "Do you know what time it is???"

Uh no, Mom, I don't. I'm a kitteh, I can't read a clock. (Leia claims to be able to but I think she's just being a Smarty McFurPants. It's not like I could prove her wrong, is it?)

Anyway, we did get our breakfast - eventually - followed by some loud catnipping and later, more demands of Mom of a mysterious nature. Just because I could.