After Louie died, I was thankful I had this short video where he “meowed” at me.
I didn’t usually make Louie wear his collar inside, but he did require one when he was outside.
This is a long video of a walk Louie took around the compound.
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Oops! I accidentally posted this on the first of September. I post it again on the intended day, today, the fifth of September, though 38 people already saw it and many of you commented.
How he sleeps there is anyone’s guess. Look really uncomfortable to me.
More like it!
I tried putting a leash on Louie. He was out of it practically before I put him down! It worked out, though. Louie and I took walks around the compound. If you’ve never walked a cat, try it!
Louie’s tail wasn’t “floofy” like Andy’s, but it fascinated me just the same.
Andy has one spot that I love to scratch. He arches his back and wraps his tail around my arm and hand to let me know when I’ve located it!
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Oh, yeah! That’s the spot! Before a moment passes, Andy will pet my hand and arm with his tail, and his cute little butt will point up in the air! My job is done.
I caught Andy early on today and gave him his medicine. Later, after the sun came up, Dougy and I played wand toy games, but Andy wandered off somewhere. My curiosity got the better of me. Where is that little guy now?
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Dougy wants to know where Andy is, too, and he follows me in my search.
There he is! Andy! Ain’t he “purrty”?
Yeah, looks like a boy cat with all that lint and dirt on his mug! That’s one of the hassles about being a Persian kitty, though: lots of static electricity in your fur this time of year! (Looks like I need to do some vacuuming in the guest bedroom….)
I wake him up in his sink nest, so I “scritch” his ears and rub that yummy spot in between his eyes!
That was fun! I get to wake up a kitty! Andy is confused. Was he happy to get “scritched” and rubbed or not? I think so!
I expect it, but guests sitting in the recliner need to be warned of the possibilities for a presence hovering above their heads.
One of them – little devil – likes to pat your head, usually with his claws out just a tiny bit. Ouch!
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Andy’s over my head. I expect it! (Plus, I’ve been “clawed” before so know how to handle him.)
You stick your hand up to his face and either rub his whiskers or let him sniff your fingers.
Of course, photographing this awkward moment involves some acrobatics on my part to get poorly-focused photos, but you get the idea! Keep it the strategy in mind in case you ever visit us!
You saw what Dougy’s reaction was when Andy surprised him yesterday…! Yeah, and he thought he was cool! Maybe you did, too.
There is a cool cat in the family. Andy. Yes, quiet little Andy!
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Andy surveys his domain..
Starting to get a bit tired…. Dougy’s nowhere to be seen, yet!
The better to surprise Dougy!
Whew! He moves to the seat, which is a cozy, warm spot both kitty boys love.
Yes, warm and cozy as in “stretch out and get ready for a snooze”! Dougy can wait.
What can I say? I know Dougy is very possessive of the stupid ottoman, yet I regularly upset him by transgressing in ways only he understands!
As best I can tell, the transgression this time was I put his kitty toy down on the ottoman for a moment so I could change channels on the television. Ooops! Kitty boy is really upset!
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Dougy rips at the ottoman with his “Ferocious Terroristic Mad Claws of Death, Destruction, and Retribution”. Yes, I forgot and dared intrude on his space!
Dougy uses his claws to signal other moods or concerns. You may remember this photo where he tries to get me to side with him in a dispute over the recliner between Dougy and Andy. That time is was his “Pathetic Pleading Paws of Petulant Pouty Pettiness” in action!
(Hmm. Looks like that was before I did some vacuuming….! So it goes.)
Then there was this time. Dougy wanted to make the point that he could do what he wanted, whenever he wanted. Eventually, he destroyed that settee and it went to the landfill. Naughty cat! That time he used his “Nasty Naughty Pointy Toes of Perpetual Persian Insolence.” Most effective!
Oh, the naughty behavior goes back to the beginning! I tried, but I was a terrible kitty father, and didn’t bend that twig well or hard enough to get the result I wanted!
A video of the juvenile delinquent in making…
Yesterday, you learned about Ms. Zulu’s prescription for your well being and being in your best form. Today, I’m showing you how Andy prepares to get to that desired state.
Just because the concept came from a doggy doesn’t mean it lacks credibility! At least, that’s what Andy thinks, and, since he’s a cat, I agree with it, too!
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What does the N-state look like? Here’s an animation of Andy once he hit it.
Andy feels sleepy…
…it’s written on his face.
How he plans to sleep in this position is anyone’s guess. Gad!
Sleep, blissful sleep….
Getting closer to the N-state…!
Is he there…?
Could be….
Full fetal…. Yep! He’s there! Could call it the ZZZ-state just as well.
Wow! Ms. Zulu is really onto something here! Look at how blissed out our little kitty bud is! Can’t wait to post this on the Internet!
I confess to laziness now that I’m retired, a state (the laziness) that perpetuates itself because I don’t have anyone living with me to nag about the unread magazines, the vacuum cleaner I haven’t moved in days from the spot where I stopped vacuuming, and the inertia that comes as an after effect of dialysis, which sometimes leaves me drained, my built-in excuse! Regardless, details need attended to, laziness must be overcome. Here are a few details that need attended to now, details I can’t ignore.
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The kitty boys’ groomer schedules them a year in advance. I got the 2017 schedule when I took them in last Monday. (Dougy’s name isn’t spelled with an “ie” on the end, but with a “y”,the way I spelled it when I was a kid.) I need to transfer this information to a virtual Post-It note on my computer because I invariably misplace the schedule I get from the groomer! 
My dialysis nurses have difficulty locating the dialysis fistula on the top end because it takes a turn, then a deep dive. The arrow is a direction reminder: “Hold the needle at this angle to the fistula.” If they don’t, the needle won’t reach the fistula, and it takes lots of poking to locate it. Ick! I need to avoid washing this direction finder off my arm between Friday’s dialysis session and Monday! (Maybe I need a tattoo….)
My photo files are outrageously large. Every kitty photo — yes, most of my photo files are kitty photos! — I’ve ever taken seems to be there, and many are crapo photos that are beyond redemption. I keep them just the same. Here’s one that is a lovely pose of Dougy, but a crapo photo for exposure and potential for a fix. I need to get off my butt…um, get on my butt?… and sort through and delete the crapo photos in my files and save just those that are good. See what I mean about crapo? (Left side = crapo original; right side = crapo attempt to save the photo through manipulation)
