Post 1753: cat versus human…

This morning, I saw a kitty under the computer desk. “Andy” I thought, and I reached under to “encourage” him to run into the guest bedroom, where I intended to catch the little bugger to give him his medicine.

The kitty didn’t move~!

“Must be Dougy,” I thought, “because Andy would have scooted out of the room in an instant!” I went looking for Andy. He wasn’t anywhere.

I went back to the front room, and saw “Dougy” (I thought) was still there, under the computer desk. He didn’t move. I stood up and saw, well, Dougy was on the other side of the desk, meaning the kitty under the desk had to be Andy, Andy who didn’t move when I reached in and pulled him out! What?!

 This Andy let me “scritch” and stroke him while holding him on his back, cradled in my arm, with his head rested in the crook of my elbow.

Purrr~purrrrr~purr! What was it with this alien substitution cat? Couldn’t be…yes, it was Andy, and he was acting like he finally gave in and became a sweet little purr baby, a compliant lap kitten! 

I mean, this Andy was adorable, not like his naughty brother Dougy! And it looked like giving him medicine had become a simple process, no stress or strain if the “new” Andy just let me pick him up and pet him till I decided to give him medicine!

Seriously! Once we settled into a quiet routine and I was lulled into thinking a new page had turned in Andy and my relationship, that he finally “got it” about why he had to have his medicine (“We gotta do this, Andy! We gotta do this!”), he made an escape attempt! 

Quicker than a kitty, I caught him as he just about escaped from my grasp. I wrapped him in the towel – burrito kitty – and squirted his medicine down his throat. 

I won this time, but I think that my kitty boy is getting smarter. Will tomorrow be another game?

Will he win??

Post 1752: Dougy is peeved…

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Dougy’s upset with me because…


…I pulled apart a mat in his hair and accidentally yanked some hair that was still attached.

Post 1750: Mr. Meowy MacSlick…


Andy (on right) gets kitty treats for being a good boy when I give him his medicine. Of course, he always is a good boy!


Dougy always gets kitty treats, too, because he figured it out. He is Mr. Meowy MacSlick!

Post 1748: then Dougy stopped by…

After a long morning nap in the guest bedroom, Dougy needed some loving!

“More! More! More!

Geez Louise, Dougy! Get a grip! Ignore me all day, now you want it all!

Post 1747: something of interest…


It doesn’t take much to amuse the kitty boys…


…and Andy and Dougy are curious as heck about this new thing out the front door.


It’s just Memorial Day planters for the family graves,  kitty boys. This year I lucked out and found geraniums, the traditional plant for Memorial Day in my family. I’ll put them out the day before, Sunday. 

Post 1746: hunting season…

A fly got in. Not to worry! Dougy’s on the lookout for the little bugger, and will cat ch it eventually, unless Andy catches it first.


First, it has to fly by him!

Post 1745: Andy’s wary but doing fine!


Twice daily doses of medicine make Andy very suspicious of me. I try to pet him, give him pleasant attention so he has some sense that we’re on the same team, but…!

Post 1744: breakfast slows him down…

Dougy love, love, loves to play! On the other hand, after a big breakfast of chicken pâté, he’d just as soon slow down, relax, maybe take a nap…so he does!