Mancat Monday

The last time little Corywhippersnapper and I shared a post...most of you noticed that I was a tad bit bigger than my sweet sister.   I'm a big tough guy...pay no attention to the cat who looks a whole lot like me...um...sleeping on the comfy chair with the...uh fluffy white blankie...no sireeee...not me....uh...

oh....busted....

Ok, what can I say.   I'm a big ol' softie.  I wouldn't dream of setting a paw outdoors.  I had enough of that in my carousing days.  Yup, I'm just a big soft marshmallow.

Speaking of big.   Some of you wanted to know just how big.

16.6 pounds of pure beefy mancat!

With the most amazing fuzzy paws.

Society of Feline Gardeners-Thursday In The Garden With Jonesie

::Meowwww::

Well my furriends, here you are expecting big things from me in my garden this week.   It didn't happen.

Turns out my mom and dad left for the weekend and so I ended up in lock down.  In addition, my time in the garden mid-week has been severely cut back due to something about the clocks changing.  It's bad enough that we are confused about our breakfast time...but being so dark outside in the evening means precious little time for me to enjoy my garden.

It's so not fair.

I think I'm going to blow the perpetual raspberry.

That's right. 

With Cory's bladder issues the week was looking pretty bleak, but there was good news in this for us.  More canned food!  The bad news is that mom found out that the Fancy Feast flavor that Cory likes best (I like it too) has higher carbs than the other flavors.  So that means no more for us.  Mom says not to worry that there are lots of other canned foods out there and we can try them all if we like...as long as they are grain free or very low in carbs.

Maybe I should leave my tongue out to taste them all.

Bad news is that Cory is going to have to stop sneaking Grete's canned dog food.  It's true.   Grete lets Cory eat right out of her bowl.

So...I know you wanted to see me in my garden today.  I'll leave you with a photo of me from a couple of weekends ago.  I'm purring that I'll get some outdoor time this coming weekend.  There's still lots of work to do!

Wordy Wednesday

Thank you for all of your kind purrs yesterday.  My Cory was returned to me Tuesday morning.  The vet called my mom and filled her in on my baby girl.  Cory had blood in her pee and they think it's due to an inflammation.  She has to take anti-inflammatory medication and some antibiotics.  In addition the vet wanted my girl to eat some prescription food that Cecilia already eats.  Cory tried a bit and barfed it up right away.

The vet said the important thing is that Cory eats wet food...Fancy Feast is ok. 

Cory just about did back flips!

We will see how it goes.

I was SO happy to get home.  I thought the vet wanted to keep me forever since I'm so cute and stuff.  I made sure I sat on mom, then on dad...then slept with my momma Ellie for awhile.

Dad let me use his glasses to read the labels on my medications.  It says "eat with food"!  More Fancy Feast for me!!!!  I think the kind with the gravy should be what the doctor ordered. 

Thank you for thinking of me and purring for me.  It makes a huge difference when you are stuck in a cage for hours.  I really could feel the positive vibrations from my furriends.

I'm the luckiest girl in the world. 

Purr for Cory

Please purr with me.

My daughter Cory was stuffed into a carrier on Monday late afternoon and I haven't seen her since.  I saw the door she went through with mom and dad...but she didn't come back.  I waited by the door and when my mom and dad came back, they told me Cory was still at the vet.  I even had a toy mousie waiting for her.

Mom said my Cory was peeing around the house...little bits on the bathroom floor, in the kitchen...she even tried to go into the litterbox room with my mom and...uh...well tried to imitate my mom.  That didn't go over too well.  Mom said that Cory wanted mom to see it, so we think Cory was asking for a bit of help.

Mom was hopeful that my Cory could come home tonight, but the phone rang and it was the vet who said Cory needed to stay the night so they could figure out the best way to help her.

I have only spent one night of my life away from my baby girl.

This is going to be hard.

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UPDATE

Hey there!  I was stuffed into a carrier and taken to the vet last night.  The vet thought I was so adorable that he tried to steal my pee...and when I wouldn't cooperate he tried to steal me!  They tried to bribe me to stay with chicken canned food but I was not fooled.  I finally decided to go ahead and let them have my pee (weirdos) so they would let me go.

I am now home.   Mom said they are waiting for results of tests...don't have any idea what they are "testing".  Figure my pee will end up in a kitty museum or something like that.  I am famous.  I do have a blog you know.