Andy is wary of me after I give him his blood pressure medicine, poor dear! He wants to come up to me, yet…! And the medicine is tuna flavored at that, a nod to the sensibilities of the patient. Yeah, tuna water is a favorite flavor!
“Oops! I didn’t think the human would see me!”
“OK. So you see me. I’m still upset, you know. Do not touch me!”
“I see your hand sneaking up on me!”
A quick retreat to the top of the computer!
“Much better! Oh no! That’s …”
“…DOUGY! When the blink did he slip up on top of the stereo?”
Out of the frying pan, into the fire! Andy didn’t notice Dougy hop up on the stereo until after he settled in on top of the computer. Dagger eyes are exchanged! No growls, though, and no fur flying. Before long, there even are some blinky eyes!
I’m just the reporter here, not the referee. Andy and Dougy worked out their differences, and both enjoyed their high spots where they could see each other and me. Earlier, I had to break up a rare dispute between the brothers, but now things are calm. I blame the weather.
I’m glad that the vet is able to give your kitties some meds that are little more palatable. It’s still never easy to give meds to a cat though. I’m also glad that Andy and Dougy worked out their little feud. My kitties aren’t fans of having each other in their personal space either.
Love that adorable face and the last photo of the boys playing matching book ends.
Ali is still hiding at night time thinking she is getting medication at night which she does”t anymore because she is weaned down to one pill in the morning for a month and then will be off the prednisone all together.
Have a good week end.
Poor little Andy! He is a sweet little cat and wants to have a social relationship with me, but he also doesn’t want to get medicine! I try to make medicine time as pleasant as possible with soothing talk and shoulder massages, but Andy knows what’s coming! Of course the treats after help, but he spends the morning trying top avoid me, even after he’s had his medicine. (Speaking of Andy, he hasn’t had his medicine yet, but he’s on top of the little stereo behind my monitor, taking a bath. He wants to be with me, but doesn’t want to risk getting caught for his medicine, too!)
Take a look at my last response to Robin ( playfulkitty.net – which I enjoy a lot!) ANdy’s very wary, too. I feel bad because I want both of my little fur buddies to have the happiest, most pleasant lives I can manage for them.
Andy will get the post for today to himself because I got a couple photos of him sleeping where his sweet little face made me say “awwww!” when I saw it!
Anyway, I guess you and I can both just be happy our kitties are doing better, even if they aren’t happy with the medicine! (Ali is really looking pretty lately, isn’t she? It seems she may have put on a little healthy weight, too.)
Yes we can just be happy our kitties are doing better. TY I think Ali is looking really pretty lately too and yes she has put on some heathy weight.
She is a real love bug.
Considering her help with Tim, you are truly blessed she is 1. part of your family, and 2. healing! Is she a purr baby? One cat I had, Freckles, a little gray female tabby, started purring the moment you picked her up, and never stopped. I put her on my chest once, and the purrs relaxed me so much I fell asleep for over an hour. When I woke up, Freckles was still on my chest, purring! Poor thing. She died after surgery, but she was as sweet a kitty as I’ve ever known.
So sorry Freckles died
Me, too. She was the sweetest kitty I ever met. Though I had her a very short time – weeks, not even a month – she won my heart. Thanks you for your condolences.
It is so hard for me to believe that Ali is going to be 5 in March. Seems like we just got her from an ad in the news paper when she was 3 months old.
Mine will be 4 on July 1st, an equally unreal thing fro me to grasp! The camera I use now must be over four years old because I bought it to replace another one Louie the ginger cat stepped on and broke! (He was a very big boy!)
They love those warm spots! 🙂 Ellie
How true! Even the washing machine spot Andy prefers is directly below a heat source. Of course, I put an old shirt topped with a towel for his comfort.
Of course! The things we do for our cats!
(They whisper suggestions in our ears while we sleep…! Must be.) 😉
Great story. I love the cats can tear each other to shreds and then all settle in for a nice nap together. 🙂
Yeah! (Of course, they were facing each other, just in case!)
That’s safer. What I like is when they show total contempt for the other by turning around and facing the other way. “Even if you do attack me, you’re no threat.”
Andy and Dougy spend too much time with each other. I suspect they know the other is a rascal, not to be totally trusted. 😉
They look about the same size, so probably equally matched. 🙂
They are within about 5-6 ounces of each other. Andy is a more slender, lighter weight cat than his brother, and Dougy has a stockier build. When they were kittens, for about the first two months Andy was the bigger of the two. It is fortunate they do mostly get along. They have a brother and sister a family in the next state adopted when I adopted the boys. According to the lady who gave them to me, the brother and sister fight like cats and dogs. Woof! I lucked out!
Boy did you ever. But to an extent I believe the atmosphere created by the bipeds determines whether or not they can get along in a household.
Awww! Well, I never considered that possibility. The boys get lots of loving, to the point they allow it. (Neither likes to be held very long, but both are very friendly, on their own terms. Of course!)
I see too many people try to change their pets to accommodate their household. This is when you see the tension. You, I can see, live in harmony with the boys. You’re 3 bachelors living the life of Riley! 🙂
Ha. So do your two chase each other a fair amount too?
They do, in fact, chase each other, but it rarely ends in much more than a wrestle down without biting. Believe me, if one of them goes too far, the victim always lets out a protest yowl, then things go quiet. The perpetrator then gets chased by the victim, and the boys wear each other in play!
Had to laugh at that – I know that up to the loud yowl. But instead of getting quiet, MY two start all over and the weaker (the female, you would not believe it after Kipling, but there you are, they are cats after all) one yowls again, if I do not come to the rescue. Makes me wonder, when I’m at work, all day long – do they fight, too? Or is it a harmonious duo then? Sometimes I sneak up on then on returning home and I find them both sleeping on the sofa or the bed, though .. I think they are drama queens when “fighting” – after all – hardly ever furr to be found, no blood to be seen (NO – I am grateful for that, do not miss it at all).
Every once in awhile, one of them will come out of the combat zone with a mouthful of cat fur in his mouth, but they never (so far!!) draw blood. I think individual dignity sometimes gets trampled, and the yowls may be moire hurt pride instead of physical hurt. (Yeah, what DO they do when we are gone? I’ve considered setting up a camera to find out, though I suspect it’d be lots of sleeping cat videos, with an occasional stop by the water fountain, food dishes, or cat boxes to break up the humdrum!)
Some Bird TV thrown in …
The boys bird watch out several of the windows, which is why all my window blinds are broken or torn. Ha!
Yep sounds exactly like my two. Our problem is that Oliver doesn’t know when to stop playing. Nubia can get very frightened because of her missing front leg if she feels she cant move. It almost seems like post traumatic stress disorder from her car accident. 🙁
Aw…poor kitty. I suppose that would be frightening.
Yeah :(. And she lost her front leg that way. Luckily she was rescued by the charity from where we adopted her. 🙂
A good deed that pays you every day! I like it when people adopt rescue cats, and adopting a special need pet is even more special!
Thank you. 🙂
Such cuties!
Yesterday, they were cute little brats!