Dougy is a big fan of millers, those tedious moths that show up around this time of year. One’s in the house now. Dougy knocked out a light bulb trying to catch it, the second time he’s done that.
Moths, of course, are attracted to light so Dougy gets a pass on that. Besides, he’s a cat. That’s what cats do. Catch millers and eat them I mean. I hope he or Andy catch this one before the rest of the house is overturned!
From his new box, Dougy tracks Andy’s search. “What’s that little rascal up to,” Dougy wonders.
“Wish he’d stay out of the light!”
Even Dougy admits that was a no-brainer! Andy was looking for kitty treats! (There were a few left over from earlier.)
“Rub my tummy!”
Dougy knows how to get attention.
Try to get a focused shot of the kitty boys when they are eating kitty treats…can’t be done with simple cameras or smart phones! (Andy’s on the left.)
The kitty boys love, love, love the air conditioning on hot days. Dougy finds that perfect spot to get the maximum amount of chilled air, and chills out. Happily, that perfect spot also is on his ottoman!
Dougy is aware of his fluffy butt…but prefers you aren’t!
Something new in the neighborhood. I’ve tried to show Andy (on right) and Dougy the new neighbor, but they just haven’t been in the right place at the right time.
Yes, we have a new short-haired black kitty across the lane! I haven’t learned whether it’s a kitty girl or kitty boy, let alone its name, but I see it every morning and later during the day lounging in the picture window that’s directly across from the kitty boys and me.
So far, the kitty boys don’t seem to be curious about their new neighbor, which, I think, is also an indoor kitty.
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When I open my posts, I don’t see a privacy notice, though I thought I successfully added the automatic one required by the EU countries. I ask you, my readers, do you see one? If not, I will try again to add one.
In the meantime, I am not clever enough to sell your information and would never do it anyway. Is it stored? Not to my knowledge, but…!
If you see advertisements, it is possible to block them (I get a tiny income off these that isn’t paid till I have a minimum of US$100, which may take at least three years at the current rate to accumulate!)
At this point, I pay $300 a year to bring these posts to you and have made one-tenth of that off the advertisements. Clearly, I am not a clever person when it comes to making money, and could be forced to end this blog at some point since I am a retiree on a fixed income.
Remember this Andy from yesterday? Defiant? Confident? Full of cattitude? Well, what follows is, um, pathetic, heart-wrenching, tragic, maybe semi-legal in Catatonia, where all cats come from: Medicine Time!
Good grief! Such drama! What could be the cause of such terror?
Well…a wet paper towel that I’ll use to wipe dribbled medicine from Andy’s mouth and face and the syringe with the dose of blood pressure medicine. Pretty scary, I’ll say!
There is some resistance before I get Andy wrapped up in a towel. (Notice all the kitty hair on the rug? My vacuum cleaner – yes, the fabled Dyson for pets, though I’m not getting paid to mention it – is starting to give up the ghost trying to keep up with shedding season.)
I need three hands to give the medicine and take a photo, so this is what I see moments before I stick the syringe into Andy’s mouth and squirt the medicine – as much as I can – into the kitty. There’s a trick to it, but the kitty burrito approach immobilizes the kitty boy’s “Holy Terror from the Deepest Regions of Hell” claws.
I managed to get virtually the whole dose down Andy today. Some days, as much as a third of it dribbles down the side of his face when his “Kitty Lips Sealed Tighter than a Deep Sea Submersible at the Bottom of the Marianas Trench” resist the medicine.
“We gotta do it, Andy! We gotta do it!”