Detente

 It's Twozday, and there was mayhem!

And then, peace.

The fracas got really loud with hisses and screams, and they batted each other for a while, then chased across the room and under every piece of furniture...sloshing my tea...then it went quiet.  

The Hubby and I picked up chunks of black fur, wiped up the spills, and when it was time for the humans to go to bed, Manny and Chili Bruce were snuggled together on the foot rest of MY chair.

We'll never know what started it; Da Boyz aren't telling.

As long as there is (mostly) peace at Eastside Cats, then all is well.

Shy Guy

The many faces of Henry:

H is for handsome.

E is for explorative.

N is for nonchalant.

R is for reluctant.

Y is for yeowly.

Henry can be coaxed out of the back room, especially with a snack.

He has a heated beddy to enjoy, but he's yet to climb into it.

At a distance, I talk, sing, and listen to audiobooks, so he'll grow accustomed to being around humans.

Plus, during the workweek, I'm at my desk and Henry watches me through the open glass door.

At night, he's a singer!

Godzilla!

Godzilla originated as the relic species of an organism whose evolution from an oceanic reptile into a land animal was interrupted by thermonuclear testing in the Pacific Ocean, the effects of which caused it to turn into a monster. 

Its name is derived from the legendary "Gojira" beast of Odo Island.

The first Godzilla film was released November 3, 1954.

Toho Films have released 33 films so far, and Hollywood has made six to date.

And there are Godzilla TV shows too.

A few sillies to celebrate this great monster!

Thanks all for your kind comments on yesterday's post.

Chili Bruce is still very hissy, and growls at his brofur Manny for no apparent reason, yet his eating behavior is back to normal.

Da Boyz continue to nap together in a cuddle puddle, so their relationship is okay; we humans, however, are concerned about the added hostility that rears its head.

It's a bit of monster-style action that we've not encountered until now.

Image snapped about an hour after a hissy/growly session.

Manny is left, CB is right.

PTU Trip for Chuck

Chucky, before the storm

The hubby called me at the office yesterday, told me that Chuck was sick and not acting right.  Plus, every orifice on the cat was leaking something.  Made an appointment with the vet, and I drove back home. Chuck easily went into the PTU, so we knew he really wasn't feeling well.

Blood work came back normal, although they are running a T4 blood test to make sure Chuck's thyroid is okay.  If it's not thyroid, then it's Irritable Bowel Disease, and the hubby is at the vet's office now, picking up anti-inflammatory medicine.  We already have anti-diarrhea and anti-vomit, plus Zoloft (for the cat, although the peeps need some...)

Today, Chuck ate a bit, and drank some water.  The hubby has gotten over the horror that he witnessed yesterday morning when coming in from his errands: Chuck had apparently tried to run away from his poopy rear end, and ended up loosing his lunch and emptying his bladder in places that were NOT the litter box.  Good thing we have hardwood floors!   (Oops, sorry if too graphic!)

Angel, however, is hissing up a storm at Chuck and at me, because I too smell of the vet's office.  She does this EVERY time we take one or the other to the vet; it should pass in a day or so.  However, the look in Chuck's face is enough to break one's heart, since they've been together since in utero.  We have tried every trick in the book, to lessen her reaction but nothing really works, except time.