Post 1977: Andy again!

Andy’s decided to be more present lately. Nice!

Purr! Purr! Purr! Andy enjoys the attention.

Dougy misses being at the center of attention…. Oh! Oh! This could be bad news!


Post 1976: Andy pops in…

Andy can’t believe Doug (the human) has ignored him for the most part the past few days.

“You’re never around, Mr. Fluffy Butt!” said Doug {the human). “I know part of it is you associate me with ‘Kitty Medicine Time’, though I try to make it as pleasant as possible. Right?”

“Hurt my feelings, Doug. I’m just a little kitty.”

Andy suggests a cat classic: “Kitty Boy Cleaning Up”. It works!

Post 1973: “Let’s see that eye, Dougy!”

Andy’s been watching me for some time as I try to take a photo of Dougy’s improved right eye. He can’t believe I haven’t succeeded yet!

Yeah, typical! The moment before, he was looking directly at Doug (the human).

“Try a GIF, Doug!” Andy, if anything, is encouraging the quest for a clear shot of Dougy’s right eye.  Yep! More failure!

Two more at the bottom…hiding in the shadows. Take my word for it, that right eye looks really fine!

Post 1968: hiding in plain sight…

Sorry things are so dark, but Andy chose to hide on my walker. It, of course, is in the dark.

That’s a bit better. Pretty is as pretty does!

Let’s see…. These were in a neat pile next to my glider rocker. I was going to put them in the trash as soon as I went back that way. Andy found them first and had a cat party. Hmm. What did I say about “pretty is as pretty does”? And he did it right behind me! How could I not notice?

Post 1965: hint! hint!

Andy wasn’t happy I put my cane there, and faced toward it till I moved it out of his way. (Yes, the kitty boys are very spoiled!)

Post 1961: Respect my authority!

I have a physical disability and one speed, slow! Since I am responsible for giving Andy his blood pressure medicine twice a day, that disability might make a difference. Except! Yes, except, my kitty boys seem convinced my cane has some magical holding quality. If I point it at them, they tend to stop. If I put it on top of them…! Yes, it is my authority.

As you can see above, “respect” doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t get a “stink eye” from Andy when I catch him with the cane so he can get his midday medicine. 

Post 1960: Why does Andy like that spot?

He’s purring and closing his eyes in ecstasy. He points his face toward the ceiling and stays that way for long periods. Why does Andy like this recliner spot?

It’s directly under a ceiling fan!

Post 1955: morning chores…

Dougy looks better, but I still have till the 14th, minimum, to give him his twice daily medication for his eye. He was a pretty good patient today, excellent for Dougy! I think, I hope he now associates the drops with reduced pain or discomfort in that eye. He sneezed a bit after this photo was taken, one of the symptoms of feline herpes.

Andy, wrapped in a towel in preparation to give him his medicine for high blood pressure. He’s giving me that usual “Stare of Extreme Upset and Disapproval Prior to Ripping Out ‘His’ Carotid Artery with My Razor Claws of Instant Death” look. He was a good boy, however, giving me no excessive hassles today. The kitty boy medicating chore went well, with minimal stress to us all! (No animosity left over – he just stopped by for a chin ‘scritch’!)

Post 1951: Andy’s celebration is over…

Andy had a busy New Year’s getting Doug (the human) up at 11 AM New Year’s Eve for “Kitty Food Time”. Then it was time to clean up!

“Kitty Food Time” went well, though only after too long a wait by Andy’s reckoning. Doug – the human one – had to wash a sink full of dishes to get to the kitty food dishes first…!

What next??

After a little thought…

…Andy had his answer! Woo hoo! Zzzzzzzzzz…

Post 1948: snuggling…

Andy knows something about the recliner…

…namely, it’s one of the warmer spots in the apartment. It’s a good place to sleep!