Kittens 'n Things

I don’t suppose you can guess who I’m talking about in the “jump on, jump off” title above.

It’s Mikey…when he’s doing his best imitation of wanting me to get up in the morning to feed him.

He jumps onto the bed, “says a few words”, then jumps off. Over and over.

He is relentless, too. Until I get up.

Yours in getting up before my time,

and “The Boys”

P.S. Maybe I ought to get him a diversion; several of these Springs toys.

“The Boys” and I hope you all had a very Happy Thanksgiving!!

I went next-door for Thanksgiving dinner, and while “The Boys” stayed home…they did eventually get to partake in some Thanksgiving leftovers.

We also finally got the results from the pathologist regarding Jonny’s spleenectomy.

To make it short and simple, but not easy for me to hear or to even repeat, Jonny has lymphoma!

Treatment can be to start chemotherapy now; or to wait until he’s showing some symptoms then start him on a course of Prednisone. And in the worst case scenario, whenever that turns out to be, consider helping Jonny to the Rainbow bridge.

Needless to say, none of those options appeals to me, although I definitely rule out chemotherapy! So for the time being, we’re in a “wait and see” pattern.

And Jonny is sacked out beside me as I type this. As are Billy and Mikey!

Yours in hearing things you don’t want to hear,

and “The Boys”

P.S. And if you’ve got some purrs and prayers you can share, we’d love to have them. Nobody does purrs and prayers and warm thoughts quite like our furriends in the CB.

Ooo, eee, ooo, ah, ah! A little more to the left, pleaaaaaaaaaase!

That was “Bowie” enjoying his morning back rub. In fact, it seemed he couldn’t begin a day without one.

Initially, he’d sit patiently on the floor beside my chair; then he’d stretch and reach up his paws; first to tap my leg to get my attention. He’d then jump up on my lap and stand there, looking (or is it staring?) at me.

If I tried to ignore him, he’d just butt my arm with his head until I paid attention to him–also known as “giving him a back rub!”

Bowie especially loved it when I would rub his ears first, and then run both of my hands down his back to the end of his tail.

In fact, he’d sit with me like that all day if I didn’t finally scoot him off.

Yours in remembering Bowie’s back rubs,

and “The Boys”

P.S.Got any rituals you do with your kitty?

P.P.S. Check out our Romper Room. Or look at this; maybe one of these Kitty Scratcher w/ Play Tail Toy and Cat Nip would make a good distraction for a kitty. What do you think?

When I was maybe 9 or 10, and until I was in my early teens, we had at least one cat in and out and around the house. And a dog or two even managed to get in our doors (house and heart) now and then, as well.

For us, and for most people, a cat is popular because of the comfort it might give to its owner or master. A cat can also provide a number of ways for a parent to introduce a child to some of the life lessons that come along with learning how to care for and feed a cat.

It’s a great experience to grow up with a cat as a pet on many levels.

Your child will learn a whole new experience, including a respect for animals and how important it is to show them and the cat, affection.

Here are some tips to help to bring out the best in your child as he learns to interact with his kitten or cat. (more…)

I thought sure Jonny had done a really good job of keeping track of his mouse, but he proved me wrong.

He likes to walk around with it in his mouth; it’s one of those little felt-type things with pink inside the ears. And a pink tail!

Or, if Jonny isn’t mauling that mouse, he’s scooting a ball with a bell in it around the house.

It seemed awfully quiet the other day (no jingling of the ball) and no seeing the mouse anywhere.

In fact, I’m wondering if Jonny even knew where his mouse was as he didn’t seem to be too concerned that I hadn’t seen it for a few days.

So I vacuumed!

And when I was done, Jonny’s mouse “fell out of the bottom of the vacuum cleaner”.

I swear, I did not see that mouse as I was vacuuming…so it must have been sucked up there somewhere from the last time I had vacuumed. Or, maybe when I put the vacuum cleaner away last time, I had sat it on top of el mouseo!

So lost is found, and I must say el mouseo has a scrape mark down the middle of his back. And I just don’t think that’s from too much loving from Jonny.

Must have been the vacuum cleaner!

Yours in finding lost el mouseos,

and “The Boys”

P.S. So, kitties, where do you find your toys?

Photo: Jonny – Thinking, “No wonder I couldn’t find my mouse!”

Sometimes, there don’t need to be any words!

Yours in bread with holes,

and “The Boys”

P.S. I suppose this kitty might want a different collar.

Photo source: Unknown.

Took a little trip over to I Can Has Cheezburger and found this.

Yours in enjoying wide loads,

and “The Boys”

P.S. Looks like someone needs to move a little. What do you think?

One of these might do the trick!

It seems like Mikey has a one-track mind!

Perhaps you’ve noticed it with your kitty, as well.

Snowflake was that way, too. Once she (and now Mikey) got it in her mind to do something, nothing, and I mean nothing, could get her to change it.

For instance, I’ve written before about how she’d knock my plants off the shelf if they were in her way. I could take her off the shelf and two seconds later, she’d be right back with her knocking.

For Mikey, it’s his trying to get my attention by plopping himself on my lap when I am at the computer.

But it’s just not my lap he’s on; if he especially wants my attention, he will put his head down on my fingers while they are on the keyboard!

Which makes it rather difficult for me to type.

Yours in paying attention to your kitty,

and “The Boys”

P.S. Perhaps the kitties (yours and ours) would find some “solace” from the “Turbo Track Cat Toy” or the “Peek a Prize” Pet Toy in our “Romper Room”

You may have had friends and family tell you that cats are dumb. But contrary to such opinion, that’s really not true.

And we’ve “got the smartest kitties in the Whole Wide World” to prove it.

To us “proud pawrents”, Mikey and Jonny and Billy are smart for the fact alone that each one knows his name. Now whether they’ll come when we actually call their names is another matter.

It’s important that your kitty knows his name, or at least comes when you call, (or shake the num, num sack) in case you have to grab him in case of an emergency of some sort; natural disaster or unexpected house or neighborhood trauma.

This was especially brought home to me last winter when the next-door neighbor’s garage exploded and caught fire. As I watched the fire, I was mini-planning what we would do to gather up the “kids” in case the flames got too close to our house.

Yours in planning an escape route for your furry friends,

and “The Boys”

P.S. I’ll bet your kitty knows its name. And comes running! What exit plans do you have?

Photo: Mikey, Billy, Jonny

That’s Mikey…after his “horrible” trip to the Vet yesterday.

Since we discovered last week that Billy had a stone in his bladder, we decided we’d better get Mikey to the Vet to be checked out, too, for good measure.

Well, it happened yesterday.

And I don’t know who it was harder on him or me…I’m saying me! From the minute I put Mikey into the car (after I scooped him up and coaxed him into the carrier), Mikey howled!

And he howled and he howled! (I don’t mean “meow” either!) You’d have thought I was being cruel to him or something. As I drove, I’d look into the carrier. He had stuffed himself into the back of the carrier, was curled into a ball and was peeking at me out of one eye. (The other eye was covered by his tail.)

I’d talk to him to reassure him he was all right, and he’d howl some more. I was just about ready to turn around and go home but realized if I did he’d have manipulated me once again. (He’s a cat!)

So I kept driving!

As soon as I go to the Vet, Mikey got real silent. And throughout the whole examination, the taking of blood and giving him his rabies shot, he did not “say” anything.

In fact, for the whole trip home I got the “silent treatment”.

We did get real good results on the blood work, and except for his heart murmur, he’s a soon to be 14 (July 1l) year old kitty in really good health.

Yours in no more trips to the vet,

and “The Boys”

P.S. Chantal Williams has put together a little book, Cat Health Secrets that might be of help to us…and there might be something in there to benefit you, as well!

Photo: Mikey