Monday, March 26, 2012
Karen Jo: I wanted to give you a whole day of window-whiffing today, but it has been too windy.
You have been a really bad blogger again.
Karen Jo: Sorry, I have both been busy and feeling so overwhelmed with all that I have to do that I got down in the dumps again and didn't feel like doing much of anything. It's like I am all full-steam ahead or just sitting on the couch reading.
At least you are back to it again. I did get some corned beef and it was really yummy. I got a little bite whenever Mom took a bite until it was all gone. Mom has been trying to get a photo of a raven, so you can all see how big they are. No way would I tangle with one of those, even if I got to go outside, which I don't.
Karen Jo: I framed a shot through the window, but couldn't get the right perspective. If I go out, they fly away. Maybe one day I will just go outside with the camera and sit still, hoping they will get used to me and come where I can get a good picture. They are still helping empty the suet feeder every day, but now the starlings and the flickers get a chance at it, too. Yes, the flickers have shown up. There are signs of Spring everywhere now. Some fruit trees are blooming, along with some forsythia bushes. I saw a daffodil today. The peonies are coming up and so are the iris. There is only a tiny patch of snow left in the front yard. Even the beleaguered lilac bush is putting forth some leaves. The gophers didn't manage to completely kill it after all.
I have gotten a bit friskier and am running around the house in the evenings and nights again. I am even playing with some of my toys. I am tossing my little mice all over the place. I even play with Mom a little bit. The problem is that all this activity makes me hungry and Mom is being really stingy with my food, especially at lunch time. I had to get her up twice this morning: once at dawn for my canned food and again when it was high time she was up to refill my dry food.
Karen Jo: You know what the vet told me about your weight and what to do about it. I want you to be as healthy as possible. Another sign of Spring is that you are getting little mats in your chest fur.
I don't like the way you get rid of them. You pull on my fur until you get it out.
Karen Jo: It isn't as bad as all that. I separate your fur into smaller and smaller clumps until I can separate the mat out. It only pulls a little bit at the end.
That's what you think. I find the whole process uncomfortable.
Karen Jo: Would you rather I let it get bad until you have to have your chest shaved again?
Karen Jo: Do you want me to use the scissors on your mats?
No! I hate scissors.
Karen Jo: Then stop complaining and let me brush you more.
That pulls, too. I know, it only pulls what the brush finds some loose fur caught in the rest of the coat, but I still don't like it. I only like it when it feels like petting.
Karen Jo: It's so tough being you. You still get more food than you generally eat; you have more toys than you can play with; you have a full-time live-in human servant and you get all the petting you can handle at bedtime.
Put that way, I guess I am a very lucky kitty.