Monday, February 24, 2014

Missing Nigel

Thank you for all of your purrs of support.   We are all getting adjusted to Nigel watching over us instead of being here in the fur.
I want you all to know that I loved him.  Not always in the way that he wanted me to, but I loved him.   We are taking comfort in knowing that I gave him a good tongue bath on Friday night.  He loved me scrubbing his ears.
I will miss his incredibly soft and manly fur and his love for all of us.
It may take a few days, but mom is planning to put together a tribute post.  She wants to dig through his photos over the past 5 years.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Nigel is an Angel

My precious King, Nigel, passed away suddenly this morning from congestive heart failure.   Just last night he seemed fine and sitting on the couch with us as we read.  
Cats can hide so much of what is going on with them.
The doctor at the ER who saw him said he was in critical condition and there was nothing we could to do save him.  We were with him until his very last moments.
I will do a tribute post to him as soon as I can pull myself together enough to do it.   It seems so unfair that the last post was about celebrating his 5th Gotcha Day.   He was so very special.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Nigel's Gotcha Day

Hi there!  Have I ever told you how happy I am that I was Gotcha'd?  Whoa.  I had a hard life before my mom and dad trapped me. 
I was thinking a whole lot about it this past weekend.  We had snow and was c-c-c-c-c-cold!
Some of my good furriends remember that when I finally revealed to my future mom and dad that I was homeless, it was in a snowstorm in late 2008.  I took until February of 2009 for them to get close enough to trap me.
Sometimes mom asks me why, with all the snow and cold, did I play so hard to get?
Truth is...I was scared.  I had lost my trust in humans and didn't realize how lovely life would be. 

Now, as I sit inside the house, I can look out the window and see this...
I know now that I am loved and will never have to step a paw in the snow ever again.
So, in celebration of me reaching the 5 year anniversary of my trapping...
Niptinis for all!
P.S.  Mom says that this is my birthday as well...but I don't know how old I am.  Mom thinks that I was about 3 years old when I was trapped, so how about 8 years young?
Sounds good to me.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Society of Feline Gardeners- Thursday on the Couch with Jonesie

Hi there everyone!  Yes, I am taking an enforced break from gardening.  Apparently my timing is good since we are all on official lockdown.  Did you know that as my mom helps me with this post, it's 22 degrees outside?  Tomorrow the high will be 28!  Brrrrr.
There may be snow on the way too.  I'm not so sure about snow.  I think snow is shy.  If the weatherman predicts it, it won't show up.  
Anyway, I know that some of you are curious about my treatment and how I'm doing.  I'm feeling pretty good.  Truth is, except for getting a few pokes at the vet, I think that maybe they forgot to do something else to me.   I think the radioactive iodine treatment was pretty easy.  Now I just have to be patient while it leaves my system.
I don't go back for a recheck until March, so until then, I just hang out.   My pee and stuff from my litter box has to be kept in a separate garbage can and mom and dad have to wait until April to put it out with the trash.  Can you imagine that?  Saving my stuff for 2 months!    Rules say I can go out in the yard, but I can't leave my yard, so we'll see how it goes with the weather.
Maybe I can get some supervised time outside before too long.


Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

Now that Jonesie is back home, are you going to spill it about how we did next to nothing in the garden?  I mean we did our part to look cute and stuff...but whoa, there is lots of work to do.
We didn't do it.

That's ok Ginger, I'll tell her.

It's ok, I already know...I've been looking out the window.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Monday with Grete

I for one am glad Superbowl Sunday is over and out.
I have no clue why humans will sit there and watch someone else play with a ball.  What's the fun in that?    I did get some ball play time before kick off...but after that me and my ball were on our own.
Good thing this only happens once a year.