Whoopee! Maybe.

Mom Here:   Kitties!  A dear friend on the CB mentioned to me that I likely needed to stop taking up her supper dish before bedtime.  It goes against the grain to leave older food there but...considering that Katie just wasn't eating more than maybe a mouthful of food a day with a very few morsels in her dry food dish,  leaving the wet food there seemed the thing to do.  

So as I told my friend, I  'closed my eyes' and left it there as she and I went to bed.  

Got up the day before yesterday morning and her food was gone!!  She ate it.  Halleluja!  I laid out fresh food and it stayed untouched except for a token mouthful during the day.  Begging with her got almost nothing but a few mouthsful. Time to go to bed so I changed the supper food to fresh and left.  This morning... voila...eaten.  I also noticed and I would say very coincidentally, the amount of urine was less in the box today.  Oh, still too much but this was noticeably less.  Hoping there is a stool later.  

Look from last night's Action Kitty.

See Mom?  I am still just as active and playful.

I put the twin Floppy Mousies together with Donkey! 

She is very playful still..she has a brand new Neko fly again...oh what a cost they are ---but how she loves it.  She leaped up over and over!  My 16 year old leaping.   Chased it too, and she just went ga-ga over her new fat pillow filled with prime catnip that was sent with the Neko Fly as a gift.   She holds it to her face when she is finished playing, biting and licking it, and lays with it against her nose and mouth, as she has a short nap.  That girl sure hasn't acted sick even one day.  She WILL go to her exam next week.  Hope I can get her in the carrier. 

Pulling Hair

 Kitties!  Good thing Mom has plenty o' hair.  Because I make her want to pull it out!  

I will refuse food all day but keep following Mom everywhere no matter how many times back and forth she goes or where or how boring...and when not following her, I sit in the kitchen within a few feet of my dish.  But will I eat? Why, hello no.  If Mom has the clean pedestal food dish on the counter for the next meal...I sit and look up at it.  Mom is silly enough to give up no matter the time of course, and she'll put food in it.  Three guesses.  Do you even need one guess? The food remains untouched though I am patently hungry.  Then...Say...suppertime, she'll crack another can and serve it and I lick it clean!  A five oz. can of wet food will be dead and gone when I get finished with it.   Try that flavor again the next day and I will refuse it.  

Yesterday...twice!  Today, as usual, almost untouched. 

Meanwhile, I am rushing up and down the hallway to catch the birdie criminals I know that are out there!  I patrol constantly.  And the introoder cats who are there as well.

 I climb all over Mom day and night...and I am amazingly loving she said (and I am!) I  prefer and do use my stairs, but I have made it to lesser heights without them.  She has thrown her hands up in the air over me so any times she looks like a scarecrow (well...not in body build).  (There's small, medium, and large? She is medium.) 

I'm snoring sweetly as I  Zzzzzzzz  dictate this in my PTU.  You wanna snuggle?  

Mom and I are truly sad about the King, and about the Princess of Wales.  Well, mommy is.  I will purr for them. 

You Never Know

 Kitties, those who see Mom and me on FaceBook may not be any longer after another few days.  For some unexplained reason, she is banned from posting.  Heaven knows she never posts anything ugly and "incorrect" so she has no way of understanding what is supposed to be wrong.  Two days so far.  She'll wait a little longer and then delete the account.  There is no way to contact them to ask why.  Mom wanted me to meow this in case you keep seeing the same thing for a long period of time on FB.  

Meanwhile, here I am.  Still pulling shenanigans and not having my food hardly at all.  I finally had some last evening.  Not a taste yet today.  At a dollar or more a can, it is costly.  

Oh.  Mom said to tell you she was having a shower the night before last, and it seemed coldly breezy in the bathroom.  She was done and swept back the curtain to see me in a black shining furry circular puddle on the white circular bathmat. The bathroom door standing wide open.  She had shut the door to keep the warmth in the room- but failed to push the door until it latched.  She vows she won't make that mistake again.  She had to swab water out of the tub after her shower  (to keep me from rolling around in the water) while freezing, and step out to dry herself, freezing still!  Ugh.  Nightgown was nice after all that.  

My client 6 years ago on March 18, 2019.  

Sunpuddle and a baff. 

Oh My.

 Better days ended.  I wouldn't eat my breakfast after just a bite.  I didn't have kibble either.  I was sitting in the kitchen waiting to be fed half an hour ago so Mom served me up fresh liver and chicken.  I ate a few mouthsfull and quit.  Mom will have to waste the rest, and open yet another new can tonight at supper time.   She said "Whatta maroon!" to me. And she just bought 8 more cans of the one I loved and licked off the porcelain from the dish when it was served.   So much for that.  Mom'll wait a week or so and then take it to the shelter. 

Here I am last night.  The light shining from the doorway is from the kitchen.  It was 10 at night.  I was trying to continue to be patient while waiting for her to go to bed so *I* could go to bed. 

 Oh.  Rude awakening for her this morning.  She heard a loud crash...woke immediately and got up.  She walked around..called me..heard a faint meow, couldn't find me but she finally did minutes later.  I was in the tub, behind the closed (of course) shower curtain, not sure how to escape and I was soaking wet. I  had overturned my water dish.  That was the crash she heard.  It landed in the tub but didn't break. 

Can't get pictures uploaded into Mom's own blog any longer and don't know why.  It did allow a change in the picture on top. 

See you soon. 

 

Better Days for Me for Now.

 Kitties! Mom's arm is bleeding from a claw stuck in it, but she'll stand by on dousing it with Neosporin for a few minutes while she helps me.

You all have heard of the Silent Meow?  I decided to treat mom to some.  Several days ago, I was on the tub edge waiting for her to finish her face and hair and start brushing me. I try to be patient always while she does her things and then turns to me.  Usually, it's the other way around and she tends to me first.  I give back by being patient during our Girl Time in the mornings.  

Mom was putting away her lipstick and all that when I looked her in the eye and I opened my mouth (which is adorable!!) and issued a totally silent meow.  I only have done that once a morning during Girl Time, for the past 4 days.  It gets her every single time.  I get pets, talking, and smoochies during the time I am waiting.    But I can't wait for MY time. I have learned the silent meow gets me what I want in double quick time!

By the way, I have gone back (for now) to my favorite FF canned food, liver and chicken grilled. I wolfed it down yesterday morning.  Mom went out mid-morning.  When she came home an hour or so later, I begged for more.  She gave me more.  Kitties, I ate the entire can before bed!  I played like a new girl!  Hid in my tunnel, jumped some for my wand toy...and worked hard to get the kibbles out of my puzzle box! I played with Mom for maybe close to half an hour with my fave wand toy. Brought Floppy Mousie in with a loud announcement.  This morning Kitties, you should have seen me.  I ate half a can of liver and chicken... no horking at all...came into my room and immediately..early this morning (mom had blood work so she got up early with me as well) I went straight to my Ess, and pounced at gremlins hiding under the hump!  I threw my Turtle in the air.  I ran to the dim windows (the sun wasn't up well yet) to yell at introoders..  I have been like a new cat!  Because I am EATING at LAST! Mom sure hopes I keep that up.  I am normal again except for the symptoms of hyperthyroid or KD in excess pee.  

Look at me last night all sweet.  I was sound asleep.  I'd been playing a lot. 

I was sound asleep

Miss Snakie!  So feminine, like me. 

See my kibbles in there?  I get both arms in! 

A Moment of symphony cello playing to please Mom. A service I provide. 

Trackable Carpet Much?

Kitties!  Can you make as many marks?  This is what Mom sees right after she vacuums.  I spiff up the carpet behind her as she goes through the house.  

As the Kitty Turns

 Kitties, I practically wrote a pencil and paper note to Mom last night to request playing with one of my wand toys!  It finally hit her!  She laid aside the book she was reading and went to the closet to get my favorite toy.  

Oh, I had such a great time.  I leaped some..and scurried over and under a small rug...I ran to the spare room and back and into the living room to follow the denim bow tied at the end.  I went to my puzzle box and put both arms at once into the holes.  Mom added my denim bow down inside.  I tried to get it out.!  I even went in for a bite to eat a bite my wet food.  We played and had fun.  Both of us.    Mom did read some after that but she was glad to make me happy.  

Ahhhhhhh

We got one day off from the monsoon.  I think it resumes tomorrow.   I had a great sunpuddle this morning and some in the afternoon too.  AND mom found another can of food I ate some of.  WHEW!  Now tomorrow is another story. I just sent a message to Mom to get into the living room so I can be persuaded onto her lap.  I'm on the spare bed in the dark.  

Aunt Ellen made this for me. 

Getting Closer

Kitties!!   My senior exam date is getting closer.  Mom just doesn't want to hear it when we go.  I could have any one of three diseases or all three for all we know.  Mom dreads this with all her might.    And it's still a struggle to get me to eat.  I quit the one I loved so much there for two days.  She opened another flavor and I ate it.  But today, not so much.  Mom has to sprinkle treats on it for me to even try. 

I sleep almost a day  Maybe three breaks where I come out for lovins and maybe a mild zoom. 

Mom wrote her blog about some trolls acting like the devil's sprites on someone else's page where Mom had answered a poll question and another page where a general question had been asked.  Her turn in the barrel.  Good that she is completely unphased, and that no one is mean to me here where I live in the CB. 

Can't post pictures on Mom's own blog.  Don't know if that follows here as well.  Let's see.

Here's one of our daffodils if it will allow me to post. 

Yea! 

Selfie Sunday

 Kitties!  Woofies!! I have been busier than hen's teeth.  There seems no end of things I must do.  Or things I feel obliged to do.  I have never been able to think what mom would do without me to sift things through and arrange all of her doings throughout the day.  My desk is full.  

I've had some moderate zoomies these past months.  Playing a lot, and bringing my little family to bed. Having a great time.  Mom told some CB friends that she always dreads when the yearly exam comes.  What with the demanded/needed shots to knock me down, there is the sedation required to get me thoroughly examined.   I come home mopey and not willing to play or even get into the windows for sunpuddles for months afterward. I was perfect when mom first got me in 2011.  No fear.  I didn't like what was happening but it got done without anything other than my commenting on the Vet's ancestry.   The past Vets office that I had and where I came from, ruined me with the kid "techs" he hired who had NO idea how to handle a cat.  Maybe 15 yrs old.  I complained to him. He didn't like that and made excuses for them.  But the damage was done...they terrorized me.  I told you about the one who tried to pick me up...me, an 11 pound lady cat at the time, by the scruff to take me to the dreaded back area.  Mom stopped him as his hand touched my neck.  She complained, and within a few weeks she stopped going there but the damage was done.  Repeated visits had frightened me.  Now, I am a challenge for even my fear-free vet.   I find most vet's offices, including where I go now, turn cartwheels for the dogs and all baby talking,  but cats are treated like 10th-class citizens. There are no cat's only vets within 100 miles. 

Here I am.  This is what I am I hope.  A beautiful girl.  Thanks to Ann of Zoolatry, I have a snap of me all dressed up.  Dai$y approved!