Friday, February 24, 2017

Uh-oh...

As I sat on the bed this morning, Chucky suddenly ran into the room, and made like a badger running into it's den with the bedclothes.

See the biggish lump in the middle of the photo? That's Chucky!
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I slid back under, and petting him gently, telling him he's alright; it's all alright!  I advised The Hubby to make a floor check, and yep, some bits of stuff that Chuck usually leaves in the litter box was found. Obviously, his tummy or intestines were upset, and he crawled under the blankets to soothe himself.

Chucky, in hiding
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Fortunately, this drama was short-lived, because when I opened a can of cat crack (known by most folks as: BFF Tuna & Tilapia Twosome Recipe in Aspic Grain-Free Canned Cat Food) a short while later, Chuck ran out from under the covers and right up to his breakfast bowl.  Since then, I've had no other reports of problems; hopefully Chuck is back up to snuff again.

In the past, Chucky under the covers meant lots of laundry, if you know what I mean. When we see the veterinarian next week, we'll discuss this latest event, which is probably a nothing-burger. Will admit, it was very nice to have five full minutes alone with Chucky all snuggled with me in the bed, even ifbut that's a bit selfish.

Have a terrific weekend! 😸

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Feeling Nostalgic

This is Angel's 'Princess' Pose
Kitten Angel

Angel in her favorite napping spot
Grown Up Angel

Chucky in his 'King' pose
Kitten Chucky

Chuck doing a single dangle off the old sewing machine
Grown Up Chuck
Feeling nostalgic for the few photos that I have of Angel and Chuck as wee babes.  What we did not know about kittens and cats back in 2003 would fill a Olympic-sized swimming pool!  Thank goodness the cats were able to grow up with us, and neither The Hubby nor I can imagine life without them now.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Wednesday Reading...um...Listening


Close up of front cover
Audiobook
Was at the library, looking over the shelves and found this, "Unlucky 13" by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro, and first published in 2014.  This is an audiobook on CD, and I'm listening to it in The Cat Car during my daily commutes.  I grabbed it because...well, duh...look at that beautiful black cat on the cover!

I am now on the third CD of nine, and it's a fairly interesting story, about San Francisco police officer and her friends who all pitch in to help solve mystery and murder.  No cat has appeared as a character or even living WITH a character yet.  Not what I've come to enjoy from James Patterson; it's kind of girly, in the way that MEN think women act, not the way we really do.  However, the underlying dilemmas are compelling, so I'll keep listening.  Also, I've randomly grabbed the 13th in the "Women's Murder Club" series, which is now on it's 16th book.

Goes to show, you should NOT judge a book by it's black cat cover!

I LURV BLACK CATS!

Handsome Devil!
Gratuitous Photo of Big Black Cat
Chucky


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Hubby's Disclaimer

The Hubby wants it known far and wide that he has no input
for this blog!

He does not approve of photos of heart-shaped peeballs
from the litter box!

He does not approve of 'tocks photos, discussions about hair balls or any other cat ejecta!

The Hubby stands as a creative counselor and sometimes
cat wrangler for photo shoots, but he wants known to all
that he has NO CONTROL over content; it is all purely from The CatHead, sometimes called
Cat Momma Daddy.

The Hubby is also known as Cat Daddy Momma.

Thus sayeth The Hubby

"HALP! She's always taking my photo!"
"You go, Cat Daddy!"

"I like our new lounge bed...oh, were you talking to me?"
Angel will always pose for a photo

Monday, February 20, 2017

Belated Happy Valentine's Day, Mommy!

I will take this in the vein that the cats love me...wouldn't you do the same?

Heart-shaped pee ball
Found this morning while scooping...
Wait a minute, didn't the same thing happen last year?
Yep...look here!
Gosh, my kitties are so demonstrative...

Friday, February 17, 2017

Awwww....!!!


"I'm so cute, your head is gonna explode from it!"
Mango In The Basket

"Nom nom nom..."
Mango Eats The Basket

Mango in front, Rusty in back, Skittles on the side
Mango, Skittles and Rusty Play With Basket

These three will be seven months old on February 19.  My dear friends P&M adopted them, and are delighting in the happy group. The Cat Crew also includes Miss Sassy, who is around 2 years old, and elderly gent Spit Spot who is past 20!  Do you know what the bad thing is about all of this?  They live over 1,000 miles away!  How can I play with and love on all of these cuties?

Adorable Mango
Sleepy Mango

Skittles is a doll!
Skittles

Thinking outside of the box
"Don't box me in!" 

Boneless kittens
Rusty and Mango napping

"Watch out!"
Mango takes his life into his paws
by playing with Sassy's tail!

Former Feral Mr. Spit Spot
Mr. Spit Spot from a few years ago,
when I first met him...gorgeous!
Thank goodness for today's technologies...text messages and phone photos make sharing our babies with each other so much easier! Even from much too far away.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Missing Cat: A Re-creation

We lost Chucky this morning.  Looked high and low...he was gone! Disappeared!  Vamoosed!

Then, I opened the coat closet, and out he ran!  I've recreated the scene here, while NOT at home:

Our closet at home is a french door
Recreation of closet door opening!

City The Kitty looks fierce!
Recreation of cat leaving the closet!
(Using City the Kitty's calendar, without permission...)
As I left the house and jumping into The Cat Car, I managed to snap a couple of photos of a long black cat in high dudgeon, now hiding in the bay window.

The view from The Cat Car
The view from the inside of my car

"I'm gonna hork up a hairball on your pillow for that!"
Chuck looking back at me with a pitiful
look on his face...but maybe that was
because of my reflection in the glass
or the peeling paint?
Apparently, he snuck into the coat closet when I opened it to hang my coat up after feeding The 'O' Cats.  Usually, that coat closet door stays open a wee bit open, so Chuck probably thought he could get out again, but I had done a good job of closing it.

Poor Chucky!  But, it was only 20 minutes of incarceration!  I think he hates me...