What is there about tiny boxes and kitties?

What draws a mature cat such as myself into tiny places? Here is a box mom's oldest brought for me. To be nice she laid it down never thinking I would even inspect. HA! I have used that box daily ever since. My fur lines the edges inside.

Mama and Me

I had to take care of mama this weekend. She hurt her eye rather badly and wouldn't you know it, on a weekend when her usual medical places were all closed. While it was a frightening eye injury still, it wasn't life threatening so mom could not go to the ER. I made her call one of her sons who came to help transport her to some help in another town near by. But..I made absolutely sure that mom was in bed, a makeshift patch over her eye until she got to some help.

To make sure that she stayed put and did not get into a problem, I remained right by her shoulder all night after bedtime. Of course I looked after her before she got to bed while she was still phoning for a place that was open.

Mama takes care of me when I am not well, and works hard to make me healthy and happy. I love her just as much so when the need is there..so am I.

All fur kids are the same. Our job is to care for our mom's and dad's, so shucks, tweren't nothin' ma'am. All in a days work.

I laid on her feet and looked into her face without cease until I sensed she was more at ease with her situation. I stayed there for half an hour keeping her feet warm with my fur and my love. She's worth it. And she's better now.

The Admiral

What am I? An Old Lady or Something?

Mama bought me a set of steps! Yes she did! She told me it was because when I want to be in her lap when she is at the computer, that if I don't aim precisely right, I miss her lap and hold onto her sometimes bare leg (summer/shorts sort of thing) on my way down for another attempt. Mom does try to anticipate and "assist" me when she can tell I am gauging distance between floor and her..but..sometimes she doesn't pay enough attention and so I have to help myself get into her lap with my handy dandy grappling hooks.

I was scandalized when she set them up next to the computer desk. I asked her if she was implying that I am old and decrepit or what? I made sure to show her I can thunder down the hallway 0-60 feet in a second or two! She said she could too, the show off, and she went on to say that we are both kittens but..sometimes in order to um..er..conserve energy, one uses appliances as in the steps. I have reluctantly indulged her and I have to admit I get a lot of kissies on my head and I get scooped up a lot and loved on. So, personally, I think she got them to help HER! Not ME! She doesn't have to lean all the way over to kiss me now! Yeah. It wasn't that *I* needed those steps! SHE did. I get it now. She agreed. I heard her murmur to someone that it was the only way to get me to use them. I pretended not to hear her.

P.S. That is a china kitty under her desk. Like to scared me to death when she first put it down there!!!

Thank you so much

Good morning fur friends. Mama and I are much more informed we think, about my personality changes and we are so grateful for the inquiry from Daisy http://daisythecurlycat.blogspot.com/ when she made a comment to me last blog.

She mentioned a drug and asked if I was getting that drug in the treatment of my allergies. I was intrigued and asked mom to please research the drug for me. She types faster than I do. Had Daisy not mentioned that drug mom and I would not have known about possible side effects.

Mom knew that the Vet did not like giving me the shot he gave me when I came in with my severe itching and as a matter of fact, he cut the dose in half a few days ago when mom took me in to see him. However, while he always is reluctant and sometimes won't give me the shot, he had not thought to mention side effects. Now we know what some of them are and personality changes may be figured into them.

I have to take medicine for my hyperthyroidism and that too may have side effects. Mom thinks so as she said I have not been the very playful girl I was nor do I snuggle much on bed the way I used to before the medicine. But while that and my calling out the news in the deep dark night night time, waking mama, is no fun for either of us, still, my thyroid is under control. The rest will have to sort itself out I suppose. Mom knows I don't mean it and I wish I didn't feel as though I had to do it.

BUT we understand better now about my medicines and the effects of them. I told mom maybe something else can be done for my allergy. We will investigate together. But she types, not me. I will be busy resting after my rather active night.

PURRS and pats!

Uh OH!

Mama has had the carrier out for a week to fool me into thinking it is part of the hallway "look" but I know better. And I think I sense her tension level is up today so that tells me we are going to the Vet..IF she can get me.

I need my thyroid levels checked, a pedicure but most of all my allergy shot because I sound wheezy and I am itching awfully. I hate this and make it as hard as I can on her with the sailor cussing I do and the threats I say as well. I also am careless with my front claws as she ferries me kicking with 8 additional arms and legs to the carrier.

We will see what happens.

P.S. Mama tricked me after all and managed to hold my squirming body long enough to get me in the carrier. I have been to the Vet..my thyroid levels are excellent. I got a pedicure, and only half a dose of allergy meds. The Dr. is loath to give me a shot once a month and this would have been a month. It is a serious medication and he told Mom he needs to be careful giving it too much. He did look deeply into my ears and saw some gunk (I have scratched and scratched there..so, like... DUH!) and administered ear meds. he said if I won't let mama give me meds then I have to be brought back 3 times a week. Looks like I can't win and neither can mom insofar as not having a traumatic time is concerned.

Reaching the Threshold

I have many jobs and opportunities here in my home. One of them is making sure the thresholds of the house do not move. I go through great trouble and use a lot of my valuable time holding them down. For you other kitties out there, the best way to do this is, as though you don't already know, to lie across the threshold, making certain you are nearest to the door if one is there, so that the door becomes non operational.

After I have safeguarded the thresholds, I take up my position in the kitchen where I guard the kitchen cabinets. I especially find the ones right under the sink to be the most vulnerable. So I take up a rock solid position there so the door can't be opened while Mom is doing the dishes. I safeguard her from the Drain Monsters that are only lying in wait to devour her toes if I allow her to open the cabinet. I resist all her seeming pleading. I know that's not her voice. It's the Drain Monster imitating her..making it seem she needs something from under there. I will not be moved. No siree!

I also make it my business to make sure there is no bad news to affect her day so I protect her by lying on the newspapers so they are left unopened and thereby harmless... even if I have to climb up to get to them. Nothing is too much to protect my mama!

I know she loves animals so one of my other important duties is..after I finish playing with the field mouse that wandered in somehow..my, he's pretty with his soft brown and creamy colors..I make sure I always deliver him to mama. Right to her feet. He's hale and hearty and ready to scamper again and play with me but I will fetch him again and lay him at her feet so she can usher him outside. She does like to thank me with these entertaining sounds she loves to make when she sees my presents and how lively they are. I so like appreciation,. That's why I love my mom. She jumps up immediately to get this long thing, throws open a door and starts helping them outside. What a mom. She's why I do what I do. I like taking care of her and discharge my duties happily and lovingly every day. I know you kitties do too.

Oh, I also help her agility and how to achieve it when I park between her ankles so softly she doesn't know I'm there..and when she starts to move, she feels the softness of my fur. that causes her to start clogging. I love that dance. I think she needs to be on Dancing With the Stars. She sure is the Star in MY crown!

So, what's up with you fur family members today?

What Riches!

Mama put a new blanket on her bed so I have been testing it for her to make sure it's safe enough for her to sleep under. That is part of my many duties..testing the sleepwear she has and the bed clothes she uses on our bed.

She spread out a gloriously soft Vellux blanket, creamy colored like my gorgeous fur on my chin and bib area which is like pure cream. It is almost as soft as my beautiful self. I have pronounced it as fit for her to sleep under. I may have to test it again tomorrow. Probably tonight. I don't want it to sneak up and disturb her sleep after all.

I discovered myself in the mirror last night. I can hardly believe that is me. Frankly, I think it's another cat and so I will continue to be careful around it. I don't want to be swatted as I walk past all unawares.