Well, when it comes to my breakfast and supper, I can be dictatorial. Well, I AM dictatorial. Here is an example that I am proud of.
Kitties! Mom did it again. This very morning. We got up at 6, and went into the kitchen where I am always served before anyone else. She got my fresh waters, laid in a small amount of morsels, and popped my can of FF. She served some of that. Then she made brovvers breakfast of four eggies, bacon, cinnamon toast and coffee. THEN- her own breakfast. Oatmeal laced with walnuts and dried cherries and a tad of sweetening.
See this picture: It shows the line up of walnuts, catnip treats are there somewhere...mom'll have to look again, and the dried cherries.
So, oatmeal ready, she reached up and grabbed just the two add-ins on the end. She opened the cherries first, added them, opened the next bag and added them and put the whole thing back. Only thing was, after she popped them in the microwave she had a clear vision in the forefront of her mind, of the appearance of the bowl's contents as she put it in the oven. You already know what's coming. She had sprinkled my Temptations catnip treats instead of walnuts. You know...this is the same woman who put cat milk in her coffee. That time she didn't know till it was too late.
Meanwhile , this morning she changed coasters on the sink counter where her coffee cup stays. Another brovver gave it to her several years ago. It's perfect for her. She is so loving to me. And I to her.
Hope mom gets more attentive and awake as they day wears on.
Kitties, she did tease me out from UTB. One, I wasn't under there because I was afraid. I had no idea what was coming. The other is, I came out on my own about half an hour before time to pack me up and into the PTU. But...I got up in the crow's nest to watch TV. Not reachable to snatch away.
Mom did as she said. She went to the computer and got uTube on...searched for cat meows and found one of different meows. Meant nothing to me. She found a video with sound of a tomcat doing a yowl. THAT did it. I came straight down and right over to her.
She petted me a minute, spoke to me some, petted a little more, reached down and scooped me up. Got me into the PTU and off we went.
Kitties, I gained 6 ounces since May 10- when I had my dental. Mom said she was afraid I had as I have eaten like a champion after I started eating normally again. That fang had to have really been bothering me. So now, she took all but probably a heaping tablespoon of dry food up at bedtime so that I can't eat all night now. The bowl was licked clean when we got up. I was eager for breakfast and ate most of my wet (which is what she wanted) and half of the smaller serving of dry. She will serve wet food again about 5.
I was cussing like Bluto in Popeye the Sailor Man while there. at the evil vet's. Mom was allowed to bring me in, but I was ferried back alone. Vets just won't allow the mom or dad there to help calm us.
One of the favorite brothers is going to visit till Saturday. My usual one who comes over more often. The others can't as much. One lives over the Mountains and the other is recovering from surgery.
Here's mom's miniature sunflowers. on a Thursday. They are next to the fence and most of them wanted OUT!
Kitties, today is the day mom is supposed to take me in at 1100 to get my claws trimmed. She hopes. For unexplained reasons, I took up with lying partly UTB again. I'm not afraid. I just want to be there, just as I did when I came home from my dental May 10. Then it was hiding Now it's just because. So she has several plans to get me out so she can put me in the PTU.
She'll play music here in my room on the computer and that usually gets my attention. If that doesn't work, she'll u-tube it for some cat meows. That oughtta do it. If not, she'll have to cancel my appointment and it's been two months. It's tough getting an appointment.
Guess she'd better finally get dressed. She washed her face and that was it. IT's good she said, to sit around as that's something she usually doesn't get to do.
Me...I love my puzzle box!
It's all over, even the shouting and meowing, and youngest favorite brother is doing very well! Your purrs, woofs and prayers made a difference. Mom and I thank you for love and hope. Mom said she slept like a rock layin' in the field last night.
Look at ME though.
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| I'm on HER side, too! |
I wish I might...have the brovver who came to see me here tonight. I'm warming the beddy. He will be, but after tomorrow- he will leave me again! (other usual favorite brovver will return back here though).
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| 2PM today |
Here I am kitties and woofies. He's out and about (brovver) seeing friends today and this will be his next to last night here. Mom's been feeding him well wishing he could stay (he's a Teacher, but teaching summer school; so he will leave Friday morning).
We are all together to wish youngest brovver well in his surgery tomorrow. He's always been totally well, but something crept up and got him. It will all be alright however as soon as it's over. Thought, love, prayers and purrs and woofs would be so welcome in the morning at 9, and tonight before he goes on in. XXX
Thank you furriends and parents.
Mom told me a true bedtime story. She was speaking about how fortunate we kitties are who are in a home and are loved by our human parents. And sometimes, by their human children we live with as well.
Robin was such a girl in our household. Her three human brothers picked her out of a litter across the street when she was 6 weeks old. They named her Robin. She was a Tortie, but mom here was ignorant about differing cat's furs and their meaning. Ginger cats were called Peanut Butter cats by my human brothers, and Mom for example, and just Striped Cats for the tabbies and so on. They had never seen a Tortie nor had Mom. And Robin was, we thought, mostly all black. But she had an orange chin and an orange paw. She had, as she got a few weeks older, faint orange mottling in her furs. Signaling some Tortie but we didn't know
She was completely used to being picked up, loved, taken to bed, to sleep with them and as she was the very last of indoor/outdoor cats, she was let in and out... and the brothers supervised her usually when she was out during the day, whenever she asked and that was alllll the time. King of run-on sentences, mom!
She brought many many meals in for us, and that very proudly. We always praised her. It got exceedingly difficult when they were still alive- meaning rats and mice. Sometimes we had to live with them a while before we could capture and turn back out. Sometimes they expired in the overstuffed everything closet. There was a proud and continual assortment of snakes, rats, mice, chipmunks, rabbits and squirrels and assorted other creatures.
She used to knock with her left paw on the deck's window to come in at night; and we foolishly never learned, just opened the door not seeing her but hearing her, to let her in. That was when supper was brought in and served most frequently. We finally learned to keep a flashlight by the door to look at her. mouth. We'd try to slip out TO her rather than she come in with her gift.
About 5 in the morning she would want out to use the bathroom as she refused the litter box though it was there through the years. Usually the middle boy got up and marched her to the deck, opened the door and let her out. They also dug many a trench through deep snow for her so she could go to her favorite place in the yard.
But my part of the story she tells to me was how Robin would always lie asleep in someone's lap when the boys were in the living room. If something needed doing, the phrase; when they were commanded to do this or that always was stated---"Can't. Cat." I'd look and there would be a tiny 6 pound cat asleep in their laps. So I did it myself whatever it was. They could if THEY needed to get up, pick her rounded circle tiny body up and place her on another boy's lap...she never opened her eyes or missed a beat.
She went to the right cabinets and pawed open the door for her paper plates and went to the right cabinet for her Fancy Feast too, and would paw out a can IF she could reach it. True. Smart as can be.
The last thing mom told me was when she developed KD and the vet gave samples of the dry KD food, while mom was slaving away at work one night, she came home and found Robin had found the packet, and truly and really, put it in the litterbox. The was from a table to her box though she never really used it except in dire straits. Robin was deeply loved, and still is to this day. Those were HER boys. I counted for nothing to her. She raised them. She is gleaming with her furs perfectly bathed by her.
