A look at the early months of the fuzzballs you know as Andy and Dougy…
A look at the early months of the fuzzballs you know as Andy and Dougy…
You know cats. Change anything in their environment and it is a tragedy! The books and gooseneck lamp that had been on the computer desk shelf fell off the end, so I put them back. Andy was “concerned” and had to check it out.
“And these book are new, too.” Andy had to sniff them out. Then he took a nap, using the books as a pillow.
Andy (on right) gets kitty treats for being a good boy when I give him his medicine. Of course, he always is a good boy!
Dougy always gets kitty treats, too, because he figured it out. He is Mr. Meowy MacSlick!
“Aw! Wee Andrew on the computer desk shelf! I shall give him a good ‘skritching’!”
“Nae! ‘Tis MacDougall! Aw well, I shall ‘skritch’ him the same.”
Sometimes I get the kitty boys mixed up! Even Dougy was caught a bit off guard.
Speaking of Andy, here’s a matted bit of hair he groomed off himself. I try to keep up with the mats, but I do get help from the kitty boys, too! He left this one on the computer desk.
Dougy and I try to keep our daily routines, though Andy’s always on our minds.
I visited Andy at the animal clinic yesterday after dialysis. He looked much better and his veterinarian told me he was doing much better, too! His blood pressure is down nicely, thanks to the new blood pressure medication, and is expected to improve more by Monday, when we likely get to bring him home.
I made sure I got Andy’s scent on my hands, petting him and running his “fab” tail through my hand several times. Dougy was interested and excited when I came home and let him smell my hands till his curiosity about his brother was sated!
We both miss Andy. The main concern is he’s better and closer to coming home!
Andy and Dougy get a spa day and haircut every other month. They are very good boys for their groomer, Athena! (So I’ve heard….)
Long-haired pets have a problem of poop getting caught in their “tail feathers” if they don’t have what’s called “hygienic trims” in that area. I started having them trimmed after months of stepping in little poop bombs dropped around the house, poop bombs that fell off their tail feathers.
I think they were a bit older than one when I started taking them to the groomers. This time of year, it can be problematic. Take a look at what I saw outside my front door this morning. (You know that’s Dougy sticking his nose out the door!)
I guess I can back my car up to the door. It will be later in the day before they scoop walks of clear the lane of snow. That’s my car on the left. It’s about fifty feet from the front door, and the carrier with two kitties is too balky and heavy to carry that far. Besides, I use a cane!
What a nightmare! Both my PC and new laptop are back from repair, and virtually nothing works the way it used to.
G-mail is down. All Microsoft Office applications are down. Photoshop is AWOL. Ugh! How I got onto WordPress is a mystery. I typed what was in the search box “in case”. If I can get to the editable section of the blog, I can limp along with something, however rudimentary.
If you’ve stayed on during me disappearance from the Internet, bless you! I’;ll try top reward you with some happy cat stuff to make up for thew recent blackout. If nothing else, the boys and I had lots of play time this past week, and they’ve enjoyed having the extra attention.
But, hey! Here are some cat photos to give you something other than a tale of woe for today’s post:
I should know better. Really, I should. The rule of the house is this: “Do not let the cat brothers see any new boxes that come into the house. Ever!”
Smarty me, I opened a box, thinking it had no promise for a cat playhouse (i.e. “den”!), gathered packaging material into a plastic bag and stuffed it all back in the box, a flat affair I intended to toss as soon as the movie on TMC was over. Yeah!
Then Andy came around, patted me on the arm the way he does when he wants something, and I rubbed his ears and face. That seemed to satisfy him because he rolled over on his back next to my glide rocker. Usually he runs into the next room, expecting me to follow him.
I returned to my movie. Shortly after, I heard some noise coming out of the flat box. A fluffy tail stuck out the front. Andy managed to stuff himself in the box, and was “personalizing” it by pushing the plastic bag of packaging material out. He was going to have the whole box to himself!
The house is littered with boxes claimed by the kitties. Eventually, after I see the boys aren’t using a box much, I “recycle” it into the trash, something that always brings both cats to watch. It’s cute the way they stare in disbelief while I tear up a box and stuff it in a trash bag! It’s like Romans trying to absorb the invasion of Rome by a barbarian horde. 😉
Andy did let me toss the bag of packaging material. Whoopee! But I bet he or Dougy “excavates” it from the wastepaper basket later because they are naughty kitties that tip trash over. They look like a barbarian horde invading Rome when they do that. Where do they learn this stuff? 🙁
A box arrived yesterday morning. The UPS guy delivered it into my hands and the boys milled close by, wrapping themselves around my legs in anticipation of the delights to come. I knew what was in the box. The boys, Andy and Dougy, just knew it was a box, and, you know, “We are cats. Boxes are us!”
The boys wanted that box, now, and they wanted it empty for their inspection. Dougy sniffed the box for all the wonderful scents it picked up in its existence and the long journey to our house. Andy waited for his turn. If nothing else, Andy and Dougy mostly respected each other’s inspection time. There were smells aplenty!
“Later, we can climb in it, too! Box fun!” said Dougy, my box addicted kitty. (Andy isn’t quite as obsessive about them.)
Aw, the table…! Thanks to the cats, I never can keep it organized for long. It’s my letter addressing and stamping spot. I put magazines there till I can read them. Mail I need to sort through plops down there. Kitty treats. Yep, there. And more.
And that’s Dougy sneaking a closer look at the contents, from the top of the table! Dang kitty! I set the contents of the box on the table, one by one. Dougy left the box to Andy so he could personally inspect the contents.
By now, the element of surprise about the box contents must be unbearable. Oh, you’ve seen the mugs two photos back…. Um. Never mind! That’s the power of kitties: You lose track of everything else, and people wonder if you actually can function in real society with your cat obsession!
Aren’t they fun, the mugs? And two of them aren’t even cats, though I grant that’s tokenism on my part. They still are fun! Squirrels and doggies are fun. Trust me.
Well, you can’t have too many cats, and Cats At The Bar, a Canadian blog, features 18 of them! Yes, one family has that many cats (and one dog!), and the man (T. von Kapherr) who posts this blog always features great photos of his cats being cats…with hilarious captions.
You know us cat people. We put words in our little sweeties’ mouths, and they always are clever, fun, wise, and have great cattitude. We and other cat people chortle with glee when we share our kitties’ bon mots.
What clever little animals they are and they eat mice and other pests that invade our places! They inspire art and other things.
For a treat, check out the source of this hilarity, catsatthebar.org . I love the quirky humor, the beautiful cats, and, now, a chance to add a few more mugs to my critter mug collection.