April 10, 2013
Wordless Wednersday...5 Toy Night with Corduroy ball, Mousie, Donkey, Lion and Kickaroo
April 9, 2013
For Our Dear Friend
Happiest Birthday Marg! I hope wishes come true and that the day is good. If the love and respect of we kitties and woofies are any measure, then your day will be filled with love from all of us.
You are our friend always and I thank you for all that you do both for us as a community of blogging kitties and woofies and as people. Your help is immeasurable and deeply appreciated.
You are just the best, Marg. Happy Birthday and many many more. <3<3<3
April 7, 2013
Sunpuddle Day
Kitties, I discovered a new place last night. Here it is. I was resting comfortably on the cushion when mom came in to use the computer. Well, tough kitty. I was there first. Just as she did when Admiral was in the chair, she went to get the little wooden stool from the kitchen and sat on that. Just as it should be. Tuxies rule.
Good luck, Mom.
Good luck, Mom.
April 4, 2013
HUZZAH! HOORAY! YES!!
Mom here taking over the blog one last time I promise (until I come back from the Vet's next week). Here is my little girl. Asleep in her PTU! Not ten minutes ago I turned around and she was in it. I always have it out and open and she usually naps in in every week or so. That she chose tonight..YES! Now mind I do throw treats in there each day. Can't hurt. But this was just taken. WHEEEEE!
She got extra lovins from her brovver. He is stocking up as he'll be gone very very soon now. She started purring as he neared her recliner to pay her his obeisance. So, she has had plenty of lovins, kisses, pettings, brushings, combings and just plain baby talks all day long. Heee.
She got extra lovins from her brovver. He is stocking up as he'll be gone very very soon now. She started purring as he neared her recliner to pay her his obeisance. So, she has had plenty of lovins, kisses, pettings, brushings, combings and just plain baby talks all day long. Heee.
April 3, 2013
From Mom Plus..updated with a cartoon that is purrfect addition at the bottom.
I agree with everyone in that the Vet must have a personal talking to from me, mom, before Katie goes back again if she does. I will do that as I did once before. When Admiral was still living, I left that very office for 2 years which had a different set of vets in it, because of the bad behavior of one of the office personnel. I went to several other Vet's offices before I decided to go back to the one we have always used through all my cats. I met the present Vet and found the others moved on and there was a new set of them. I approached the new-to-me vet about that office person and told him why I had not been there for several years. He said she had been fired. I was so grateful to know that. Until now, there has not been a problem.
I will, as I did then, pay for a visit of his time and express my concerns about this tech. Make no mistake of that. This is my little girl and while the tech wasn't cruel, he was uncaring and possibly hurt her scruffing her for the nail cutting. All of the things I said last night, I will address without having the cat with me. If Katie acts afraid to be put in the carrier from now on, then it will be that tech's fault and *I* am the one along with Katie who will be traumatised forever because of it.
Here Katie has ever been so sweet about being in the carrier and never fussed or cried. If that has changed I will be very angry because I went thru the dickens getting Admiral to the Vet. That was no one's fault. It was just Admiral. Getting a break with Katie was a breath of fresh air. I am deeply concerned about any aftermath. I hope she can forgive but I won't count on it. I am already apprehensive about going ANYWHERE next time for a shot.
So, that's the story. Thank you for your input. I took out the last part of the blog because it seemed that perhaps the wrong impression was made. I simply was saying how well Admiral was treated. I was saying that the Office is a kind one. The Tech was different from anyone heretofore. This is an isolated incident that will stay isolated because if it happens again after I request a private talk and another tech..that will be the backside of mine and Katie's furs headed out the door.
I will, as I did then, pay for a visit of his time and express my concerns about this tech. Make no mistake of that. This is my little girl and while the tech wasn't cruel, he was uncaring and possibly hurt her scruffing her for the nail cutting. All of the things I said last night, I will address without having the cat with me. If Katie acts afraid to be put in the carrier from now on, then it will be that tech's fault and *I* am the one along with Katie who will be traumatised forever because of it.
Here Katie has ever been so sweet about being in the carrier and never fussed or cried. If that has changed I will be very angry because I went thru the dickens getting Admiral to the Vet. That was no one's fault. It was just Admiral. Getting a break with Katie was a breath of fresh air. I am deeply concerned about any aftermath. I hope she can forgive but I won't count on it. I am already apprehensive about going ANYWHERE next time for a shot.
So, that's the story. Thank you for your input. I took out the last part of the blog because it seemed that perhaps the wrong impression was made. I simply was saying how well Admiral was treated. I was saying that the Office is a kind one. The Tech was different from anyone heretofore. This is an isolated incident that will stay isolated because if it happens again after I request a private talk and another tech..that will be the backside of mine and Katie's furs headed out the door.
April 2, 2013
I Has a Sads
Sorry I gave the impression that it was OK for Katie to be treated that way and that I would continue. I suppose I wrote it wrong. Phrased it badly.
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Katie went to the v-e-t today to get her claws cut and to get a shot for her allergies. I have never had a moments problem with my girl going to or at the v-e-t till now. I had a tech I have never met. When he took her to get her claws cut and to be weighed, I could HEAR her growling and hissing. I peered through the window and saw he had her scruffed for the claw cutting. I can understand that but be GENTLE! Jason or the others never hurt her. He had to have! And when he plucked her out of the carrier in the exam room, he was going to scruff her then and I said please..don't do that. So he hauled my baby out and carried her slung over his forearm like an old rag. Her hind quarters and everything from her arms back hung with no support. She hissed and growled when she came back to the exam room. I asked him if he was a dog person and he said he was (about 19 yr old I would say) and he said he liked them best. He was honest. Said he didn't like cats that were were mean. I asked what was that as I had not met one. He said the ones who hiss and growl (like poor Katie just did) Well, hells bells..no WONDER they are mean to him if he treats them so roughly. I told him that the cats he referred to were scared or feral, one.
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Katie went to the v-e-t today to get her claws cut and to get a shot for her allergies. I have never had a moments problem with my girl going to or at the v-e-t till now. I had a tech I have never met. When he took her to get her claws cut and to be weighed, I could HEAR her growling and hissing. I peered through the window and saw he had her scruffed for the claw cutting. I can understand that but be GENTLE! Jason or the others never hurt her. He had to have! And when he plucked her out of the carrier in the exam room, he was going to scruff her then and I said please..don't do that. So he hauled my baby out and carried her slung over his forearm like an old rag. Her hind quarters and everything from her arms back hung with no support. She hissed and growled when she came back to the exam room. I asked him if he was a dog person and he said he was (about 19 yr old I would say) and he said he liked them best. He was honest. Said he didn't like cats that were were mean. I asked what was that as I had not met one. He said the ones who hiss and growl (like poor Katie just did) Well, hells bells..no WONDER they are mean to him if he treats them so roughly. I told him that the cats he referred to were scared or feral, one.
April 1, 2013
Closer and Closer
Kitties, you should have seen me! I like all of brovver's therapists SO much that I dance for them...toss my donkey and lion into the air over and over...hop on my back legs, fetch my donkey and lion and repeat it all again and just revel in the pleased laughter of the therapists. I love to show off!
They will not be in my life any more in a week at the most I would say. Brovver is recovered. He is only putting the finishing touch on one last thing and really, mom said he could be gone today if he wished. He will be gone in a week though. I can tell you in advance I will miss him terribly for I truly really do love him. Very much. Mom will too, but she can reason with herself and rejoice that he is alright. Me, I just know who loves me so much besides momma so it will be hard. I even take him my LION! Sometimes my DONKEY! I greet him and make sweet sounds for him.
Mom took brovver out to supper and when she got there she saw for the first time ever she forgot her wallet at home and so had to use a credit card she said. She told me she'd rather run down the street nekkid that use her credit card in a restaurant. Too many horror stories. My brovver said "I guess that means you drove here with no license or registration?" And the answer was a squeamish "yes" hoping not to encounter the law on the way home.
Mom bought jelly beans and she overate them. She said she's fuller than a tick about to drop off the dog. She hates that feeling yet she did it despite she was full from supper. I think I will walk on her belly later!
Jasper Jazzbones, if you see this I am so sorry I can't get into your Google+ bloggie unless I join Google+ which mommy doesn't want us to do. It refuses me. Spitty and another furriend told me a way but it will not work for me. I got into Loretta's blog 1 time when Google+ wasn't looking. I was jubilant. Then, it gave me that ugly message again that I had to join Google+. I copied it and sent it to Loretta so she would see the message.
Furriends, see you tomorrows. Kisses.
They will not be in my life any more in a week at the most I would say. Brovver is recovered. He is only putting the finishing touch on one last thing and really, mom said he could be gone today if he wished. He will be gone in a week though. I can tell you in advance I will miss him terribly for I truly really do love him. Very much. Mom will too, but she can reason with herself and rejoice that he is alright. Me, I just know who loves me so much besides momma so it will be hard. I even take him my LION! Sometimes my DONKEY! I greet him and make sweet sounds for him.
Mom took brovver out to supper and when she got there she saw for the first time ever she forgot her wallet at home and so had to use a credit card she said. She told me she'd rather run down the street nekkid that use her credit card in a restaurant. Too many horror stories. My brovver said "I guess that means you drove here with no license or registration?" And the answer was a squeamish "yes" hoping not to encounter the law on the way home.
Mom bought jelly beans and she overate them. She said she's fuller than a tick about to drop off the dog. She hates that feeling yet she did it despite she was full from supper. I think I will walk on her belly later!
Jasper Jazzbones, if you see this I am so sorry I can't get into your Google+ bloggie unless I join Google+ which mommy doesn't want us to do. It refuses me. Spitty and another furriend told me a way but it will not work for me. I got into Loretta's blog 1 time when Google+ wasn't looking. I was jubilant. Then, it gave me that ugly message again that I had to join Google+. I copied it and sent it to Loretta so she would see the message.
Furriends, see you tomorrows. Kisses.
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