Tuxie Tuesday (and Tortie)

Kitties,  It is Tuxie Tuesday (and Torties Tuesday as well).

Tuxies and Torties rule.  Just ask one.

Kitties!

Kitties, Woofies, I have finished my fourteen day treatment of antibiotic pills.  The Vet tech is a friend of mine and I am not fussy at all.  She opens my mouth and puts the pill back where I can't get it out so I have to swallow it.   That's all right through because I feel SO much better.  And Donkey is all right again as you all know.  Life doesn't get better'n that!

Mom took a long walk this morning but a boxer sized dog looked like he was interested in her.  He did NOT do anything bad.  Just looking at her but as the car was nearby, she got in and left.  She can't afford to be bitten or have anything happen just now.  Discretion.  Better part of valor they say.  I need Cupcake to accompany her.  Wearing a dress is one of Cupcake's charms of course, so that she will have all the boy dogs  falling by the way side as she  and I pass.  Mom'll be safe. She said she was going to work out in the morning again so I am looking forward to down time where I can tear through the house like a wild thing.  The are marks from running feet all over the carpet all dug in the time when she's gone.  I didn't tell her about Spitty.  Most of the time when she's gone, we run nekkid through the house chasing one another's luxuriant tails.  Lately Spooky comes over  as well and Leo kind of backed off.  Hm.  Maybe it's my expanding waist.  I'm a thirteen pounder you know!!!

Happy Monday!  Here's Mommy in July.  She's always doing the pony tail thing so I can't get my toes tangled in her hair! She put it in her own blog a month or so ago and thought maybe you wanted to see who I meow at alla time.

Fankful Furiday

Oh Kitties, thank heavens Donkey survived.  He even looks slimmer and more fit despite his squillion years of age (sort of like Mommy).

He came out of surgery and went straight to recovery.  Fankfully he didn't need life support and we heard weak hee haws within minutes of being placed in recovery after coming out of his sleep.

Last night about midnight he gathered himself via my mouth and came in to join his pals with us in our room.  See?  I brought his besties ...Floppy Duckie and Floppy Mousie in with him so they could talk about the trauma of all that happened to Donkey yesterday.

WHEW! I don't know what took so long.  Why wait till his very insides are spilling out Mommy!!!!

Oh Noes Furrsday!

Kitties,  DONKEY NEEDS BACK SURGERY! Now.  This is horrible.  I discovered he needs surgery STAT yesterday,  but Mommy finally took him up and away in a stretcher and ambulance to the kitchen operating room where she will perform surgery on his back this very day!!!!

I brought his poor body into our bedroom last night along with Floppy Ducky and Floppy Mousie.  His painful hee haws kept us awake all night!  So that drove her to beginning his emergency services!  Sheesh!  What does it TAKE to get action around here!!??

Donkey...in extremis.  Help! 

pee ess:  That's a computer stylus there for size comparison, the poor guy.

Wordy Wednesday

Kitties,  you know by now that sweet Grayce of Katnip Lounge has gone to the Bridge.  Her parents are heartbroken and so is Mommy.  Grayce and her fur sibs were Admiral's first furriends on the CB.  No one else wrote to us and we were so grateful for hers and her siblings and parents friendships.  Rest peacefully precious little girl.  Love you.  I have our Furriends who have gone on befre us in my Rainbow Bridge page.  Please look when you can.  We love each baby in there.

Kitties, I will tell you that I continue to be better each DAY!  I can't get OVER how much better I feel and look.  I don't think mom nor I knew how much I needed medical attention as I was seemingly OK.  I wasn't.  If pee isn't stolen, you don't know what is lurking in your kitty plumbing even if it seems all is well apparently.   Ceiling cat was good to me.  I peed on the exam table while they were stealing all my bloods for my, um...well, senior profile at the vibrant age of 7 3/4th!  As if!!! I never strained, made too many clumps (but too few too often) and I slept a LOT!

My bloods are all great and right in the middle of everything where they should be~

Last evening when the Vet tech came to pill me (takes a split second!  Mom is amazed!!) I came trotting down the hall and my tail was STRAIGHT up, as I came and rubbed on her legs!  Maybe I am so glad that she seems to be making me feel my cat oats again.  The med is called Orbax.

Bye Kitties.  I didn't mean to ramble on so much.  xxoo

The Medicine

Kitties!  Guess what?  The medicine I am taking each day (I have 8 tablets left) has had another effect on me.  Not only am I better every day...and mommy said she had no idea just how badly I must have been feeling before the diagnosis (for several months) until she sees me now..all happy and active.

But the other great thing is my coat is like satin again and NO, not one, dry skin flakes.  There is no steroid so therefore that isn't it.  I just am finally getting well.  Mom feels badly that she didn't know I was ill.  She thought I was just "slowing down".  I have to a degree but not to the extent it seemed.  AND I am a bed hog again as I haven't been for awhile.  I lay like a log along side mom and she won't move.  Well, she finally did last night after quite a time.  Ah.  I rule the bed as well as the waves.

Mom said she is going to ask the pet sitter for some weekend in October so she can visit other favorite brother before the snow in the mountains is an issue.  And it will be.  I won't like that visit at all as it leaves me with no one but the sitter twice a day.  Mom has decided she won't think about me until she is close to home on the way back again unless the pet sitter emails something that needs attention as she needs to have a break too.  Just like me.

Look at the wall hanging at the v-e-t's examining room for me!

and look at the tee shirt mom wishes she had!  Other favorite brother sent the picture.  I know who she would vote for!!!

Pirate Day!

Thanks to @RealFakeGator I am dressed for the day!!!

Arrrrrgh, Mateys.  15 kitties on a lucky man's chest!  Where's the grog, all ye wenches (Mom) and be quick about it!  Avast and ahoy...climb the mainsail and be on the lookout for ships with lollypops and other fuds for us.  Or suffer the consequences and walk the planks, ye scurvy dogs!