Mitten Monday

Wowie!  Look at me!  I'm outside!  In the grass and not on the little deck!  Truth is that I'm a little unsure of all this.   So many sounds.   Mom swears she has me secure so I'm going to give it a try.

Mom says if I do alright, I'll get a better harness and my very own leash.  Right now I'm using one of Grete's leashes.

Bennette and Jonesie can't believe they see me outside.  They are sticking pretty close since they think it's some sort of mistake and they may have to watch over me.

Yes, Bennette, it's really me.  Sigh. 

Wordy Wednesday

Hi furriends!  I'm here to give you an update on my sister Cory.  She asked me to meow about her issues because I can relate to what she's going through. I too have had issues in the past with *ahem* pee.

See the issue with Cory is that the test results showed no crystals and no bacteria.  Only some blood.  The vets think it's because she is not drinking enough and is stressed.  That makes mom sad because she doesn't think Cory has much to be stressed about.  I mean...she gets along with Bennette.  I don't understand why, but she does.

Mom had the drinking fountain turned off for a couple of weeks and everyone is now suspecting that having the fountain out of action played a role in Cory's woes.

The fountain is back in working order and mom is adding water to everyone's Fancy Feast.  Mom will give Cory some pain meds to make her more comfortable until all is well again.

Mitten Monday

 

I have a confession to make.  I got in trouble last week.

 

One of my bestest pals and protectors in the whole wide world goofed up and stepped on my tail.  Well, maybe a few furs on my tail.

 

Anyway, my Grete woofie stepped on my tail and I got all crazy.  I went a bit nuts and started hissing and swatting at her.

 

And you know what that means.

 

Yup...the little girl gang goes into motion.

 

My Momma Ellie runs to my defense...paws swinging and four-letter meows flying.

 

And if Momma Ellie is in the mix...well, Bennette is just one step behind. She's feisty.  Paws swinging and meowing meows I've never heard before.

 

Grete was out numbered.

 

My mom and dad were right there and they started yelling at us.  Dad grabbed Grete to protect her and mom went right for me.  And within a second I found myself locked in a bathroom by myself.  I was HISSED OFF!

 

Then I could hear some other stuff going on and doors closing and the next thing you know my Momma Ellie, Bennette and I were all locked in a room together.  Like we were in jail or something.   And I could hear mom and dad fussing over Grete saying what a good girl she is (and I know she is...) but they said nothing about her stepping on my tail.   Sigh.

 

Mom told me that I needed to cool off...sheesh.   Once I was let out of the room after a year one hour Grete and I kissed and made up.    Grete loves me and I love her.  She promised me that she didn't mean to step on my tail and I believe her.

 

I love my Grete woofie.

Tongue Bath Tuesday

After Figaro so rudely interrupted my tongue bath from my wonderful momma Ellie (see yesterday's post for the photographic evidence of his rudeness)...I took matters into my own paws and bathed myself.

I know most of the cats around here don't think I'm capable of taking care of myself.

They are wrong.

It's just that don't really want to.