Toby Three Fang

Toby Three Fang

This is my new nickname. Doesn't it sound fearsome?

Mom says I have street cred now, and all the girl kittehs luff that.

After all, I fought a tough battle with the nip toy.

I don't consider that I truly lost, since Mom trashed that mean thing as soon as we got home.

PS: I was FALSELY accused of slacking on my Nursing Duty the other day!

Tiny Tabby Girl knew that in reality, I was resting after my rumble.

PPS: Mom explained to me that we have to go back to the Stabby Place to get the rest of the tooth removed. I'm not happy about it but I understand. We were going on Friday, but because of the heavy rain expected, they were able to give me an appointment for tomorrow.

Farewell, Bottom Fang, It Was a Good Run

 

But it's over now. Will you miss me? I hope not to miss YOU too much.

 

- Sincerely,

Toby

 

 

Mom's note:

 

The other night I gave Toby this toy that had been marinating in nip for some time. He had a big reaction but I thought he just had a major nip high. Turns out, his tooth got stuck in the curly fabric and broke off. A fact that I discovered about 4pm this afternoon, and immediately rushed him off to the vet.

 

They gave him a shot for inflammation, and I have to give him antibiotics. On Friday we return for a full dental, which he needs anyway - again! we just had one last November - and the root extraction, because of course it didn't have the decency to just come out too.

 

When I came home I hunted for the tooth. As far as I can tell, it WAS healthy, just embedded in the fabric. I guess it got stuck, he pulled away hard and that was that.

 

This is my baby, he's hurting, and it's hurting me too. Please pray that all will go well for him this week.

Monday, Monday

So, Mom is home today, sick.

 

That means our Nursing Staff duty has been activated.

 

Kittehs to the rescue!

 

I'm helping by being very cute, shedding and purring and keeping her company.

 

And always on the lookout for that bug... never have seen it, but Mom swears she has one.

 

Hey, *I* take my responsibility seriously.

 

Toby, on the other paw....

 

 

I Am So Ashamed!

I know, how often does a feline say such a thing?! But I am. And I confessed all to Ceiling Cat. I was encouraged to share my feelings, so that others out there might know they are not alone.

I.....I... :whispers:: didn't supervise the making of the bed this morning. We're talking total re-do of the bed, too, new sheets and everything!

There, I meowed it. Well, the bed was upstairs and I was downstairs and I was busy and Mom is always doing something, it's hard to keep track.... but excuses do not become me, my furriends.

Please learn from my misstep. Always supervise your hoomins!

As penance, I asked Mom to post silly pictures of me:

Goodbye Grayce

It's never easy to say goodbye to our furriends. Today, Grayce from the Katnip Lounge left her family for the Bridge. Please go visit them if you can. They are heartbroken.

Easy - Well, It's Sunday, Anyway....

So, Mom has been searching for the Cpt. Phasma action figure from the upcoming Star Wars movie (December). And she is a SHE - a stormtrooper officer, and a villain. Apparently, in the world of (some) hoomins, this is a very big deal. The line just got released on Sept. 3, we're told, and certain toys are just absolutely impossible to find. Like Phasma.

*** Mom says she much prefers the Jango clones, but she wanted this one before she knew Phasma was a girl - she just really liked the armor and the cloak. Mostly it was the cloak, she's a nut about medieval stuff.

 

Anyway, Mom has been checking online stores repeatedly, and going into stores here, with no success. Amazon even ran out, though you can find affiliated sellers scalping them from $19 to as much as $55; the toy itself is $7.99. That buys a lot of kitteh food, y'all.

 

Apparently Ceiling Cat has a big sense of humor, because Mom actually found this in Target this morning.

 

Here she is, invading our breakfast nomming. At least Leia is in the picture!

 

Oh, thank you VERY much, Mom!

This is NOT funny.

 

 

 

Finally Friday

... and who doesn't love Fridays?!

 (dramatization of embarrassing moment. Not the actual orange in question). 

 

So, I had an embarrassing moment this morning. In front of Mom too! That's what made it so embarrassing, of course. I was playing with my nip squirrel when it kinda got snagged on my front fang. Hey, these things happen, right? And believe me, I could have handled it just fine on my own, but we all know how Moms are. She swooped right in and took it from me. And then trashed it.

She did promise to buy a replacement this weekend. We are big fans of the nip squirrels here.


Mom's note:
We follow the Tabby's Place blog devotedly. There was a link to an interesting study on cats. There is a section in there that talks about how purrs can mean contentment but also means, please stay with me. I thought that was very interesting.