Tuxie Tuesday

Mom finally remembered to get the camera out just before she went to work.  Here is where I love to spend the early afternoon.  Mom is weird.  She goes to work at 2:00 pm.

Karen Jo:  A grocery store has shift work.  I volunteered to work afternoons and nights for lots of reasons, but mostly because I am NOT a morning person.

My ham-mick is the very best place to nap in a sun puddle.  I am so glad that Mom was smart enough to set it up here.  If you don't have one of these, you really should get one from Forty Paws.  They are the best cat beds ever!  I don't even care that it is pink.

Karen Jo:  It is pink because I was expecting to get a girl kitten when I bid for it in the auction.  It was supposed to be her bed.

Man, am I glad that the little girl kitten never showed up.

Karen Jo:  You should be glad that she got her very own forever home where she is the only cat, just like you are.

Yeah, I am glad for that, too, but mostly that I am glad that I got her bed.  I finally started playing with Mom again.  She rolled my nip ball to me three times and I batted it back two times.  If it weren't so cold, Mom might be worried that I don't want to play much, but she has read so many blogs where the cats just like to nap through the winter that it seems more normal to her.  See, the one of the signs that Mom had that I was really sick last Spring was that I wouldn't play any more.  Now that she knows me better and knows more about cats in general, she knows that there are several signs that cats aren't feeling good and she watches out for all of them, but doesn't freak out about one, especially when she sees that it seems normal for other cats.

Man, am I getting the medicine. It just all came together.  I always get my Centrine, two half pills per day to keep my poop firm.  Once a month a get a week of Metronidazole to beef up my immune system against things like upper respiratory infections (which could set off an attack from my Feline Leukemia and send me to the Rainbow Bridge).  This is also the week for my Interferon (which helps keep the Feline Leukemia in remission) and I always get a daily dose of Prednisol in my ear to keep my digestive system in order.  It seems like every time my Mom sees me, she is giving me something.  I am not really complaining.  All of this is keeping me a happy, healthy boy and I love that part of it.  Mostly I just wish that the Metronidazole didn't taste so bad.

Karen Jo:  I apologize for the lecture on Herman's health, but reading about Admiral Hestrob just brought it all to the fore and I felt that I should write about it.  Please remember that Herman is mostly a perfectly happy, healthy and very loving cat and no one should shy away from adopting a cat with health problems for fear that the cat won't be like other cats.  Herman acts just like any other cat, apart from his personal eccentricities, which you will find in any cat.  I can hardly believe it.  Herman just reminded me that it was time for his Centrine by going to the little PTU where I give him his treats for taking his pills and looking inside, then looking at me, as if to say, isn't it time we did this?  He took his Centrine very easily and ate up his treats.

To change the subject, Mom brought home a giant piece of meat.  I can hardly wait until she cooks it.

Karen Jo:  I found a whole leg of lamb for $4.99/lb, all natural.  I love lamb, especially the leg.  I can hardly wait, too.  We are going to feast tomorrow night, Herman and I.