Today is a day of sorrow. Herman posted the death notice of his beloved Bowie. I’ve followed his posts for years and am barely able to focus on the reality of this beloved cat being history, gone.
RIP Mr. Bowie, May 19, 2009 – September 11, 2019.

Today is a day of sorrow. Herman posted the death notice of his beloved Bowie. I’ve followed his posts for years and am barely able to focus on the reality of this beloved cat being history, gone.
RIP Mr. Bowie, May 19, 2009 – September 11, 2019.


The fan “floofs” Andy’s tail while he sleeps.

Don’t play coy with me, kitty. Can’t you see there’s something happening on the screen and you are blocking the subtitles?!

Dang you Andrew James Thomas! I’m having a hard enough time following this Thai documentary without you blocking the subtitles!

Yeah, you, kitty boy. You!

Good grief! Can’t you take care of your precious somewhere else??

Maybe this is of interest… No? >Sigh!<

Andy takes another look at the television, then hops up on the stacked carriers for a nap. Blocking television subtitles is exhausting kitty work!

Andy stops by and perches on the recliner armrest closer to me.

I ask him “Who’s my kitty?” Does he want “kitty luv” or is he just spying on me in case I’m headed to the kitchen. (You know…will I pass by where >hint! hint!< the kitty treats are?)

Who knows? Maybe he just wants to be “scritched”. Andy is, if anything, inscrutable!

Oh yeah! Scratch his ears and he leans into the hand to increase the pressure. Andy is sure about one thing: ear “scritching” is good. Really good!

“Meee-yowwww!” Yes, Andy really, really, really likes this!

I don’t have to convince Dougy he wants some “scritches”! It’s a small pleasure both kitty boys enjoy.

That’s the spot!
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SURGERY UPDATE: The new fistula is done, without drama. Now I have exercises to do using what I converted to a cat toy after the first time I had a fistula created. They didn’t play much with it, I happened to know where they left it, found it and now will use it for the directed period of time.

This is a cat, erm, hand exerciser used to help mature the fistula to a state where it can be used.
The site of the fistula that had to be abandoned after it ruptured healed nicely and the swelling’s down. In the meantime, this array of catheters serves me for dialysis till approximately the first part of December. I get a new dialysis fistula created surgically today, Wednesday September 4th.

This is how I hope the kitty boys are till I get back from surgery in Scottsbluff.

This is more likely what they will be up to!

It is possible for the kitty boys to get along like good kitty brothers.

Right, MacDougall?

What meow you, Andrew?

Even the television audio asks the question, “To be honest with you, I haven’t thought about it.” Andy and Dougy exist in the Big Now, where such questions are silly. When the kitty boys get along, I just enjoy the peace and quiet. Doesn’t matter why they are behaving, just that they are!