I caught Dougy snoozing upright!
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!
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 use 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.
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!
After Andy leaves, Dougy thinks he might enjoy the flyswatter game, too.
First, Dougy needs to scout the scene out. Is there any chance Andy will come back and spoil his fun? Is there still a “mousey” for him to catch?
No Andy! So Dougy works the pile to catch that “mousey”!
All good times must end. Dougy departs stage right.
I frustrated Andy’s effort to knock a pen off the end table…
…the fly came by!
[Cold weather must be coming when three flies decide to come in to my home. I am trying to swat them, as so are the kitty boys, but these seem to be Super Flies. UGH! Our motto here: Die fly, die!]
Talk about serendipity, the headline showing in the newspaper says: Small Animal Shows How. Andy does just that today! (OK, it actually says Small Animal Show Held, but my cousin would have used my version and published Andy being a cat in her paper if she had only known. Maybe. Well, not really….)
A fly swatter cresting the arm of the recliner: KILL! KILL! KILL!
Better yet, a fly swatter concealed under the newspaper, making wee critter rustlings: KILL! KILL! KILL!
Andy approves! (p.s. Dougy does, too. We played this game earlier.)