Well, Foo!

Kitties!  I say FOO!  Or even RATS! Or even Grrrr. 

Two nights by Mama's head.  I loved it.  Leopard had gone on a vacation.  Packed his bags, left a note and said he'd be reachable by cell phone if an emergency required his attention.  That first night, I was perched on mom's chesticles, but left when the light went off  I came back a little while later..walked to her head as I had indeed noticed no Leopard.  I got between the pillows and rested my forehead against mom's.  Heaven for both of us.  She went totally straight to sleep.  Each time she woke in the night, I was there with my warm forehead attached to hers.  The next night, the same.  Heaven.  Last night however, I was back in that old position that causes trouble for her and is uncomfortable for her as well.   

When we rose this morning, I had a bad feeling she had sent a VM to Leopard for his return.  I have a feeling he may be here tonight.  Between the pillows.    But Kitties and Woofies, the first  two nights were just sublime for us both.

Just telling of my weekend.  Please, remember and purr and purray for TW.  Mom and I are sending much love and prayers for her, Pop, and CK.  

One two, I'll Chew Your Shoe...Three Four, when you're Out the Door...

 Kitties, I decided to nibble mom's shoe this morning.  Like to keep her on her toes! 

My sunpuddle today

BOTH arms stacked and in the box

Mom always smooches my cheek

Mom...ever hear of mowing?

Mom doesn't care where they've been.  They get smooched.

The Day of Reckoning!

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 Kitties!  I went to the v-e-t and guess what?  They allowed mommy in with me.  I had to get there an hour early so I could be given the syringe of gabapentin.  The tech came out to do that in the car with me in my PTU, with mine and mom's approval.  We waited together in the car..mom sat in the back seat with me.  We were hotter than an egg in the frying pan with the sun beating in on us.  Mom had to run the a/c half of that hour wait time.  (Having to sit around inside without me would have been too stressful and the gabapentin didn't work the past two times because of it).

So, we sat and I dozed.  After an hour mom was invited to bring me in and to my suite. I was in a towel but I was not 'burritoed'.  I was hissing, but as I was being examined mom lifted the corner of the towel and said "Mom's here".  I looked at her immediately and quit fussing.  When the time for the blood test came I hollered some and cussed .  Only one loud shout though.  The cussing continued with me telling  them their ancestry.  Mom kept speaking to me and touched my face.  I swore at them when I got the vaccines too. They were certainly aware that they were violating the QUEEN. 

They remarked that it was noted that while I engaged in sailor talk for the blood test,  I  had never tried to bite or scratch.  Ever.  

Kitties, I have to have top right fang removed.  Really, my left one too. They both "dropped" a bit, one more than the other,  and the right one's tip shows when my mouth is closed. Mom will have to schedule the dental and the excision.  

Things went very well and I'll have that drug that starts with a P when the dental is done...  p-r-o-p something or other. So, I won't have worry about that horrible reaction to the other drug.

Here I was day before yesterday, asleep with my headie on my puzzle box.

Good Times

 Kitties!  Good times are here for a little longer.  All my brovvers off and on,  and mom to pay attention to me.  

The brovver from over the mountains and Mom have gone up to the park each day.  They're picking 'em up and laying 'em down.  

Today in half an hour mom will take me to the v-e-t.  I am supposed to get my shots; and if they can, my physical.  Mom would let them make me doze, but after last year and what happened, she is scared to death of that.  It took me months to stop being afraid of everything and act normal. 

Look at me hard at work at my puzzle box.  Mom used to put toys in it but now, 6 or so kibbles and I pick them up with my paw and bring them to my mouth, or bat them out and eat them.  My paw goes in and out of those holes so fast that mom is going to make a video of it.  

We'll be headed out soon.  Mom and I will have to sit in the car being too hot while the gabapentin takes effect.  Then,  I go in by myself again for the treatment.  I wish they would get OVER that! 

Here I am  completely exhausted after diving for fuds late afternoon...I fell over  exhausted with my hand still in the box. Brovver's foot is there. And a wiggly sunbeam. 

Riches

 Kitties!  I have riches to come!  One favorite brovver is coming to see me from over the mountains.  The other just left me, but he'll be back and we will ALL three brovvers be there for my Client's 6th birthday.  It was on March 30, but we were having his family only pawty on April 3. Everyone will be here then.  My client no longer eats my foods or tries to swim in my water bowls.  Or tries to excavate my litter box.  I have had little to bring the Supreme Cat Court!  Nothing really.  So I have been concentrating on other feline cases that have been brought to me.  My Client has me on retainer however.

Other brovver will be here tomorrow and I will be the only Hostess to greet him at first.  Mom will be in the big city with another brovver until mid afternoon.  Then she will come home and see this favorite brovver.  

Here is my Client...swiping my food!  Mommy isn't seen in this one...that's my Client's mommy.

Another Day Another Treat

Kitties!   Mom did take me to the stabby place the other day and they said (after only 5 weeks) one claw was right at my pink pad.   That's bad.  The concerns about not being vigilant.  They claimed they cut them shorter. on their own volition.  Mom has been pleading for a shorter claw trim for two years and they never do.  They only take the points and charge 25 dollars for it.  They were faintly shorter, but mom still felt them when I walked over her. 

This week following I have the horrible senior appointment.

Oh Noes...

 Kitties!  I feel a disturbance in my atmosphere!  I'm asleep in my beddie.  I left this pre-dictated blog for  use, on a memory stick.  Because I knew I'd be napping when she came in to help me write so I was being gracious.  

But she saw on her calendar that the day for me to get my claws trimmed is HERE now!  Thank goodness I'm asleep.  She's NEVER disturb me in my sleep!?  

Wait...is the PTU closer to the beddie? 

I know I don't go for another week or so for the Big Dealio of stabbing and other stuffs!  Maybe I can look extra sweet, and if today is the day for nail trimming, she will not want to disturb me.  Her legs do look like red polka dots though, with all the puncture wounds.  I say who's fault is THAT?!  She had the nippers in her hand and me on her lap a few days ago and I snatched my paw back faster than you can say HOLY MOLY!  This happened quite a few times till I left, my tail up and hers was down because she failed again.