Wordless Wednesday

Well, sorta wordless.  Here I am in my giant sunpuddle.

Purrs and Prayers for Terry, Brian's Dad.

Please add Brian's Home Dad Terry, to your prayers.  He is in the hospital with heart issues.  I have firsthand knowledge of how all encompassing that is, when it is our hearts.  He will need us all right there with prayers, good wishes and purrs.

She Complains Both Ways

Kitties!  What's a cat to do?  She complains when I choose not to be there  with her as she falls asleep. She'll feebly call me in the night...trying to get me to come back to bed.  I will have been there  mind, perched on my usual place...on her chesticles until she turns out the light,  Then...gone like fog in the sun...off I go.

At first, the relief of breathing without me weighing her down ( as if!)  takes over.  Then, she starts whining for me to come back.   So, just before she is deeply asleep I come in and leap onto her belly. As she recovers from the startled time, I go to her head and settle on the pillow along with her head, and ease my warm side and shoulder onto the side of her face.  She aways smiles and drops off to sleep.

Complaint starts when I get tired of that, and get up to turn around..and settle heavily onto the side of her head, ear, eye and part of her nose.

Sheesh.  What do you want?  You say you love the warmth, the purring, my wee heartbeat, my fur...so...stop complaining! Can't breathe?  Not my lookout.  Eye mashed back into its socket..hey..learn to cope. My heartbeat so fast scares you?  I won't even go there with a smart remark.

So Kitties that's what I put up with.  Every day! I mean every night!  Darned if you do...darned if you don't.  Hey, look! I have a blue halo in my picture!

What *I* Think

Here it is.  Exactly what I think about it all.  You name it, and this is what I think.  Mom too.

Never Too Late to Learn

Kitties!  Mom learned something that she wished she had known way back when she still had the Admiral; never mind the rest of us...including me.

She has had to clean up our horking for YEARS!  And she could not understand why we did that so consistently.

While there will aways be medical reasons for horking up, the most common reason was something she had thought of several years after I came to live with her... and she tried to feed me accordingly. But she never knew the physical reason behind it.  Thanks to Catster, she does now through their on-line newsletter.

Mom had no idea at all...(no Vet ever told her while discussing my weight) that our tummies are only the size of a ping pong ball!!!!  They named what we do at the food bowl many times a "scarf and Barf".   Well goodness knows *I* was particularly good at that.  I do it rarely now because she started feeding me a heaping teaspoon of wet food to start in the morning, say.  After a few minutes, she would let me have another teaspoon.  The rest of the serving followed.  If I didn't return to it after an hour to two, she removed it.  The article mentioned that it is not necessarily in our nature to eat the entire serving at one time  That instead, we like to do as we would have done in nature, which is eat some...save our capture and eat more in a while.

Just sharing what she learned.  It has benefitted me as well as the carpet, though I like to keep my paw in and hork sometimes and watch while she uses up her tiny store of paper towels!

The Lady. Always Delicate and Proper

Of course I am, always delicate and proper Mom.  I take after you.  Oh...neither of us are delicate?  I concur.  Oh.  We're not doing a paper for school with our proper business language either?   I agree.  Better?  

The Life of Katie

Kitties...there are two introoder cats out there somewhere and so I stay on patrol at all times.  I had to leave this fab sunpuddle that landed in the spare room  to:

they won't get past me!