Autumnal Woolie Migration!

This one only made it to
the bottom of the stairs

This woolie made it to the end
of the hallway!

This woolie got lost,
and was found wandering aimlessly
under the dining room table

Chuck: "Man oh man!  Those
woolies would NOT listen to me!  None
of them got near the front door, and
now I'm too tired."
Me: :::under my breath:::
"Like trying to herd cats..."

Chuck hasn't herded my woolie socks from the upstairs bedroom down to the front door in a long time...too long.  The Hubby and I figure that he's feeling pretty good to have taken on this autumnal migration.  We've been feeding him at every opportunity, and he's regained a little weight.  I gave a squeal of delight when I saw these woolies!

Wooly Washout

These two wooly socks did not make it very far, and collapsed in a heap on the top step.

Heap o' woolies

They look exhausted, don't they?

Chuck: "Hey, I tried my best to herd those woolies 
to freedom, but they just didn't have the strength to make it!"

😼😺😼

Newest Wooly Migration

Imagine my surprise, to have discovered that Chucky was herding wooly socks again!  Three woolies, and each one made it a bit farther than the last.  I figure they are trying to escape out of the front door, and Chuck was diligently offering them encouragement to go for freedom!  Don't know what a sock can do outside, but I'm not a sock...with sock dreams and goals.  How nice of Chuck to play mentor to the woolies!

"Aw, shucks...I was just being helpful to the woolies!"

Wooly Hero Chuck

Apparently, my wooly socks cannot STAND to be upstairs, living peaceably and in quietude.

Nope, they begin to raise a ruckus, and our gallant and daring Chuck is the only one who takes a chance on helping them to gain their first floor freedom!

Once again, he's liberated three woolie's, and The Hubby won't move them until I come home from the office to witness Chuck's display of dauntless bravery.

"Whew! I've got to relax after all of that
wooly sock carrying...um, I mean...herding!"

And I am SO MEAN to pick up those wayward woolies, and return them to their jail in the bedroom.

Another Great Wooly Migration

A rare three grouping, found
when I arrived home from work

Two woolies stacked together

Yep, Chucky is carefully herding my wooly socks down the stairs and into the hallways.  Guess he just doesn't want my feet to get cold. What a good boy!

"Don't tell fibs, Momma!
I'm just sitting here minding my own
beeswax.  Maybe you should too!"

On another note, I cannot figure out how to comment on blogs from my phone.  Anyone have any ideas about that?  When I comment while online, there are three things to fill out: name, email addy, and website.  But when I try from my phone, I get stymied because I'm not asked for this same information.  Any assistance is appreciated!

A Wooly Problem

Ick!

Chucky loves to carry my wooly socks around the house.  Now that the temperatures have fallen some, I actually wear them.  Imagine my surprise when I stepped in...something...but the wooly soaked it all up!

Gross, right?

No worries, Chucky...I've got seven more pairs of woolies for your enjoyment, while this pair is in the laundry!

"Don't mess with MY woolies, woman!"

Cat Health News

Angel gives me the stink eye!

The vet said that Angel's urine had bacteria, white blood cells and all kinds of riff-raff that shouldn't be in there.  Namely: a bladder infection.  She received a shot of Convenia, plus some holistic capsules that improve bladder health.

"Mama, let's go HOME!"

When we see our holistic veterinarian in a few weeks, we'll zero in again on Angelova's overall health, to see what we can do to get her into optimal ranges.

On the Chuck side of life, look at what I found when I got home yesterday, before Angel's vet appointment:

Wooly migration!

Chuck was herding my woolies again!  Well, just one wooly, but that's one more than any in a long time.  The Hubby and I take this as a good sign, and think that perhaps Chuck is feeling a little bit better.  We are now orchestrating meals with all of the holistic vitamins carefully crushed up and mixed in, and perhaps they are beginning to work for Chuck.  

P.S. Please visit Four White Paws blog and leave a note; their dear kitty Buddy left for the Rainbow Bridge.

The Story Behind Migrating Woolies!

Woolies found inside cat tent

Woolies found on former porch floor

Four woolies in the dining room

A fifth woolie in the dining room!

Woolie on the stairs

Chuck says, "It isn't me!"

Ahem...Chuck tells me that I've gotten the story all WRONG!  He is not the reason that my woolie socks disappear from the bedroom, to be rediscovered strewn about the house.  Chuck swears that the woolie socks move on their own; he just follows them to see how far they go.  He says they must be migrating from upstairs to downstairs where it's a bit cooler during the day...yeah, that's the ticket.  They are migrating!

Okay, Chuck...whatever you say.  How do you explain the wet drool marks, then?  Oh, you are napping and cannot be disturbed?  Pardon me, Oh Big Black Cat, Sir Slinky In A Fur Suit.  I'll tiptoe around all the woolies on the floor, moving quietly away...

P.S. Chuck and Angel thank you all for the birthday wishes!  As a special treat for the day, they both got a sprinkle of nutritional yeast on their dinner. I know, I know...I spoil those two rotten!  Chuck's intestinal issues mean we cannot deviate from the prescribed meds and foods right now, and whatever we set out for one is also eaten by the other.  We must err on the side of caution right now.    

May The Fourth...Wooly...Be With You

One wooly, by the bedroom

Second wooly, in the upstairs hall

Wooly Number Three, downstairs hall

Fourth Wooly, next to the chair

Who is in that chair?

It's The Wooly Transfer Agent himself..
Chuck!

What the Woolie?

Three woolies, with Chuck the culprit
sitting in the background

One woolie, found in the morning

Multiple woolies that didn't make
it through the cat flap!

The Hubby now refers to my oversized thick socks as "Woolies", and recently Chucky has been having a field day moving them around the house.  In the last photo, Chuck would not come back through the cat flap, because the woolies were bunched up in front!  Sometimes, Chuck uses silent stealth, and the woolie just appears.  Other times, he meows loudly, with his mouth full of sock, and we know what's coming!  The Hubby will not pick up the dropped woolies; he leaves them in situ for me to discover when home again.  And every day, I gather my socks from whence Chuck has left them, and place them back in the bedroom...in effect, resetting the game! We actually use this woolie game to monitor Chuck's health, because when he's feeling poorly, he leaves the socks alone.