Post 1797: breakfast’s done…

Kitty breakfast is done. Andy and Dougy take a rest now, clean up, digest their food. 

As you probably know, cats have the mammal equivalent of a straight pipe exhaust – it goes in one end and comes out the other end pretty much unobstructed. Or it seems that way to the kitty boys because they always are ready for kitty food and treats! 

You can see they lick their plate clean – upper right hand corner – especially now that  I add a little water to their wet food to make a slurry. Persian kitties, because of the shape of their faces, have difficulty eating some food. If they can lap it up, though, it’s as good as turned into kitty poop! Sorry! Just true. 


Post 1796: “You see Zoe?”

Andy’s kitty sense tingled. He was hiding under the computer desk when it happened. 

“Was ist los, Douglas?” he asked in Cattinese so the human wouldn’t understand kitty business was afoot. [Cattinese is based on the same roots as German, so the human understood a bit of the exchange… Just letting you know! And the question is posed in Cattineese exactly as in German – “What’s up, Douglas” colloquially speaking.]

Dougy encouraged Andy to come, quickly. He’d caught a glimpse of Zoe, the beautiful short-haired black kitty girl across the lane! 

“Woo hoo!” Dougy proclaimed, “She’s a beaut!” But Andy (on right) arrived too slowly. Zoe had left the window. He’d have to see our new neighbor later. Zoe makes window appearances regularly and several times a day!

“She’s worth the wait, Drew,” Dougy chortled. 


Peut-être que les garçons kitty [“kitty boys”] regardaient un défilé de la Bastille au lieu de chercher Zoe! A mes amis français, Joyeux 14 juillet!


Post 1795: Must be kitty food time!


I wake up to a cluster of hungry kitty boys. Andy’s above me on the recliner back , where I fell asleep watching news and slept last night. Dougy’s watching me surreptitiously (?) from the stacked kitty carriers, just in case I make a move toward the kitchen. Yes, it must be kitty food time, and the kitty boys want to be as close to me as possible! 


Some readers were alarmed Dougy didn’t or doesn’t get his fair share of kitty food and treats. Don’t worry! I keep track of Andy, the little piggy, and make sure Dougy gets special “make up” plates of kitty food if Andy pigs out on the first plate or put out extra kitty treats if Andy hits the treats and leaves Dougy out. 

Post 1794: Andy’s reward…

Yes, when Andy’s a good kitty (or not) he gets kitty treats after he takes his medicine. Of course most days, Andy is a good kitty boy!

Dougy usually joins him, but he’s been off his schedule this morning. I  put out the usual wet kitty food plate intended for both kitty boys, but Andy finished the whole plate full before Dougy showed up! I made his a special plate full of wet kitty food later, but he missed out on the kitty treats. O

Oh well. Dougy missed out on the kitty treats, but he got the wet kitty food. As they say, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Post 1793: Where’s Andy…? / Part II


“Come on, Andy! The sooner you come out of hiding and submit, the sooner we get our kitty treats!” Dougy’s impatient with Andy’s twice-daily hide-from-medicine-time routine. You would be, too, if you were anxious to get your kitty treats!

Andy gets it: Dougy wants his kitty treats but doesn’t care that Andy has to take icky medicine before Mr. Doug (the human) puts them out. Not fair! NOT FAIR!  

Dougy supervises while Andy takes it like a big kitty. >Erk!< 

“Yay! Time for kitty treats!”

Post 1792: Where’s Andy…?

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Andy eyes me with distrust…!

I forgot to close my bedroom door earlier, a strategy that assures Andy is “available” for medicine time with the least hassles. 

Andy oftentimes is resting on the top of my dresser, a spot I’ve made a bit more comfortable for sleeping kitty boys. He wasn’t there today because he saw me coming and ran under the bed. I had to bring out Plan B: shake the kitty treat container and put out some treats!


Andy likes to sleep on top of the dresser.

He (and Dougy) came running. I had him then, and he took his medicine like an especially good kitty. Extra treats for Andy! Then he hopped on the PC to take a bath…and to eye me with distrust when I sat in the computer chair to talk on the smart phone. 


[Andy really was a very, very good boy once I caught him. Seriously! I didn’t have to use the towel to immobilize him or let the medicine warm up first, yet he didn’t struggle or fight taking his dose. Most of it got in him, too!]  

Post 1791: morning excitement…


Andy is busy with his morning bath. Wow! It’s like an earthquake in here! But a kitty’s gotta do what a kitty’s gotta do! There may be casualties.


“What!? What!? What!?” Andy hears his brother Dougy mewing in short, quiet,  little mews! Something’s up!


“What’s up, Dougy?!” Dougy’s focused on the ceiling. 


“It better not be that beetle we’ve had our paws ready for the past few days,” Andy says.

Andy is incredulous as only a kitty brother can be! No honor among some kitties, you know. Dougy’s hiding something. Maybe…. Anyway, he’s awfully quiet. Awfully. Yeppers! Quiet. And suspicious looking!

Post 1790: downtime is cleaning time…

Every good kitty – and Andy is a very good kitty – knows downtime is cleaning time.


Very good. Spick and span. Time for a nap!

Post 1789: “Not the medicine…!”


Hiding in the dark under the computer desk…

Poor kitty! Andy has no choice but to get his blood pressure medicine twice a day till his veterinarian is satisfied it’s in control. In the meantime, he’s spent a fair amount of effort hiding from me.

I, of course, spend a fair amount of time figuring out where he is and planning countermeasures to make sure his hiding place is blocked when it’s time to give him his medicine.

He’s a good kitty boy, though, once I catch him. He resists the medicine, but he gags it down. And I reward him with kitty treats, then, for being a good boy!