Friday, June 29, 2012
Karen Jo: I think your ears are really cute, Herman. I also like froot-bats. Spyro really has them and Oja sort of has them, too. What was the deal with waking me up at O-dark-thirty this morning? You walked all over me, patted my face with your paw and when I kept telling you that it wasn't anywhere near time for breakfast, you started nipping my toes. When I finally got out of bed and followed you down the hall, asking you to show me what you wanted, you headed into the kitchen. I turned on the light and you dived right into the kibble.
I just wanted some light and company for my early morning snack.
Karen Jo: You used to do that when I first adopted you, but you haven't done it in over a year now.
So? I can do whatever I want. I'm king of the house.
Karen Jo: You are amazing. Sometimes I look all around and you are nowhere in sight. I start to open the screen door, and there you are, trying to get out. I am going to have to start putting you out of the kitchen and closing the door before I take anything outside.
Karen Jo: I saw you heading back to your room from mine as I came out of the litter box room on my way to clean the box in the entry hall. I don't know if you didn't stay in my room longer because Spyro was up on my windowsill watching the road work or because Herman was starting to walk down the hall.
Oja: Herman kept coming closer to me, so I hissed and growled at him, but Mom didn't come.
Karen Jo: I heard you, but I decided to finish cleaning the box in the entry hall before I came to your rescue. I would have come running if I had heard anything out of the ordinary. When I got to your doorway, you were standing in front of the door, glaring at Herman and he was just standing there, watching you. Herman retreated and I started cleaning your box.
Oja: I ran for my hidey-hole and that Herman actually had the gall to come into my room!
Karen Jo: I was right there to prevent anything bad from happening. Herman just wanted to sniff the places you had been sitting and lying down. He needs to get used to your scent, just as you need to get used to his.
Oja: He can sniff me under the door, as Spyro does. Anyway, Mom took away my fishie and gave me a different toy yesterday. I didn't touch it. She gave me back my fishie today and I played with it. I hope she has learned that I only want to play with my fishie.
Karen Jo: You really like your silver vine fish. I think I better order some more of them.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Karen Jo: Once I had good light for photos, all of you had gone to your shady hidey-holes for a nap. Herman was under the couch; Spyro was under a chair in the living room and Oja was in her hidey-hole under the corner table. I waited until I was afraid that I would lose the light and decided to just take a picture of Spyro under the chair. It looked like there was just enough light for that.
Karen Jo: Then I decided to visit Oja and put on my sweat shirt, since it was a bit cooler, to see if she would come out for a visit, taking the camera with me. I waited for quite a while, but finally Oja came out, yawning and stretching. I was in the easy chair and she jumped up in my lap.
Karen Jo: Looking at this picture, I wonder if you qualify for the froot-bat club. It looks like it to me. After my visit with Oja, I walked back to the living room and Herman had come out and was stretched out in the light, so I got a picture of him, too.
Oja: I want to tell about my adventure today.
Karen Jo: You did have quite an adventure. I always leave Oja's door open while I go to get her fresh water, so I don't have to open the door while holding her water dish.
Oja: Spyro started peeking around the door jamb as soon as Mom left. I watched him but he didn't bother me, so I didn't hiss at him. When Mom got back with my water, Herman was following her. He stood in the doorway, but didn't come in, so that didn't bother me either. In fact, I walked a little closer to him, then hissed at him. He didn't do anything; he just stood there in the doorway, swinging his tail slowly back and forth.
Karen Jo: That is Herman's way of expressing interest.
Oja: I went a little closer to him and growled at him. He meowed softly to me and that intrigued me, so I walked right up to him and we touched noses and introduced ourselves. Then I got a little spooked and backed up and hissed and growled at him again. This is when Mom usually closes the door.
Karen Jo: I couldn't close the door. You were standing right in front of it.
Oja: I finally walked away from him and Mom left, closing the door behind her.
Karen Jo: I am really pleased with this development. Herman was the perfect gentlecat. He never moved any closer to Oja, letting her decide how much contact she wanted. Oja didn't arch her back or poof out her tail, just hissed and growled. Oja hasn't shown any more interest in leaving her room, but this evening Herman followed me a little way into her room when I went in to tell her good night. Oja's reaction to that was her little "I don't like this" meow, but she didn't hiss at him. I shooed Herman out and closed the door. I am beginning to think that things may work out after all and Oja may eventually leave her room and really join the family.
Karen Jo: I am glad that you are enjoying your cooler lion cut, Herman. I love it when you sleep next to me at night, but I really understand why you are doing it so seldom now. It's been in the 90s everyday for a couple of weeks now. I have been a really bad blogger and I apologize, but the heat got me down. I will just have to make myself do it. It's not that I don't enjoy it once I get started, it just seems like too much work in the heat. I know that 90 isn't so hot for a lot of you, but it used to be rare up here in the mountains and I'm not used to it.
Karen Jo: It amazes me how small an opening you need to slip out. Luckily, you never go anywhere. Once you are out, you just stop and look around and it's really easy to get you back in. Once I just told you to get your furry little butt back inside and you obeyed. I am either going to have to figure out how to get the trash cans out without your getting out, too, or shut the kitchen door to the living room before I open the screen door.
Karen Jo: When I didn't see you in my room, I went back to your room and you let out a "Merp!" and ran back into your room and into your hidey-hole under the corner table. Later I came and got you and put you down a few feet away from Spyro (Herman was nowhere to be seen at the time). You hissed at him, so I took you back to your room
Oja: I can't help it. Those big kitties are scary. Mom left something interesting in my room. I have been moving it around.
Karen Jo: It's a silver vine-stuffed fish that I got from Nip and Bones. Herman and Spyro weren't that interested in it, so I brought it to you. It's the first toy that I have found moved from where I put it on the floor. I think you like it and I hope that you are playing with it and not just kicking it with your feet as you move around the room. I think I will switch it around with some other toys and see if you will play with them, too.
Karen Jo: I have solved the problem with getting so many claw-pricks when I visit Oja. I can't believe it took me so long to figure it out. All I have to do is put on a sweat-shirt. Oja occasionally gets a paw down the neck of the sweat-shirt and I get pricked, but it doesn't happen often. We spent the longest time together ever tonight. I was with her for over half and hour. She has settled down some, which is really nice. She used to be all over my face all the time and it would get rather unpleasant. First she would rub my face with hers, cheek to cheek, which was rather nice. Then she would turn around and we would be cheek to cheek the other way, which wasn't so nice, especially when she whapped my face with her tail. That short, curly tail is really strong. I would get fur up my nose and in my mouth and kitty drool all over my face. Oja drools, usually out of the left side of her mouth. Ten to fifteen minutes of that was all I could take. Tonight we did the face to face and butt to face bit for a little while, then she moved down to my chest and just looked up at me and let me pet her. After a bit, she moved down to my lap and just enjoyed the petting for a long time. I pet her until she decided that she wanted back up on the bookshelf beside the window. It's cooler up there and it's where she spends the night.
Oja: I want more sessions like tonight's. I really liked it.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Karen Jo: You always have lots of fun, Spyro. I tossed a soft rubber ball in the bathtub with you so you could play tub hockey. You played for a little, then picked up the ball and took it into the kitchen, where there is more room to knock it around. I didn't really like the fun you had attacking my ankles today, though.
Spyro: You wouldn't let me lie on the newspaper on the table, so I had to find something to do.
Karen Jo: I only moved you down to the floor so I could turn the page. I didn't so much mind your attacking my ankles as the fact that you drew blood.
Spyro: I didn't mean to hurt you, honest. I was just playing.
Karen Jo: I know you were, Spyro, just take it a little easier on the claws next time, OK?
Karen Jo: I was feeding you Fancy Feast with Gravy. It seems that is a bit too rich for you, as well. I put you back on the plain pate style and the diarrhea stopped almost immediately. I took you on a tour of the house yesterday. What do you think of it?
Oja: I like the house, but I just had to hiss at the giant gray kitty.
Karen Jo: That was Herman. I feel pretty sure that he won't hurt you, Oja. I accidentally left your door open the other night and nothing happened. When I discovered it, you were up on the windowsill and both the other kitties were in the living room.
Oja: You don't visit me enough.
Karen Jo: I know, Oja, and I feel really guilty about it. I never knew a kitty who wanted as much loving as you do. It is just that you hurt me almost every time I visit you. I got so many pinpricks in my upper chest that I had an allergic reaction to them. Now I wear a towel around my neck and chest when I come to visit. This afternoon you stuck your claw in my upper lip. That really hurt.
Oja: I don't mean to hurt you.
Karen Jo: I know you don't. I just wish you would keep your claws in when you pat my face.
Oja: I never play.
Karen Jo: I noticed. I put toys in your room and they are all right where I left them. I got a new scratch pad for the Turbo Star Chaser and tried to get you interested in it, but all you did was watch the ball go around. I waggled a nip nanner under your nose and you didn't care. I don't know why you don't play. You are only two years old.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Spyro: I like hanging out on top of the fridge. I can see everything from up here and it's a little cooler.
Karen Jo: Your pictures are a bit dark because you are in the darkest room in the house. When you are ready, I will let you out to explore the rest of the house.
Oja: I don't want out there yet. There are scary giant kitties out there!
I finally got a peek at Oja. Mom left the door open and Oja came halfway out. I started walking slowly toward her and she growled and hissed at me. I meowed softly to let her know that I meant no harm, but she didn't believe me.
Karen Jo: You are over twice her size, Herman, and your long fur makes you look even bigger. Oja isn't any bigger than Emma was; in fact she weighs a little bit less. Maybe you'll look less scary after your shaving.
What shaving? You aren't taking me to the groomer again are you?
Karen Jo: Yes I am. Your mats have gotten much worse in the last few days. It got up to 90 yesterday and I am thinking that you will be more comfortable with a full lion cut.
Oh, man! You may be right about it being cooler without all this fur, though.
Spyro: I have decided on which toy is the coolest ever. There is this white ball that had three feathers sticking up out of it and is makes a soft rattle sound when I bat it around. I have chewed off the feathers until there is just a stump big enough for me to pick it up by and carry it around in my mouth. Mom had the nerve to pick it up and put it away the other day. I dumped out the toy basket and rooted around until I found it again. Now Mom leaves it out all the time.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Karen Jo: Sorry about the three times, Spyro. She was in the doorway and I kept waiting for her to retreat back into the room, as Emma did, but she stood her ground. I think that's a good sign for your future relationship with her. I finally had to shoo her back into the room so I could close the door.
Karen Jo: The picture is dark because it was taken late afternoon. I tried to take Oja's picture in the full mid-afternoon light, but she wouldn't hold still enough for even a bad blurry picture. The vet report is that her nose-drips have cleared up on their own. I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't want to worry everyone unduly, but Oja also has diarrhea. I think it is just that I am giving Oja higher quality food than she is used to. Since Oja didn't have a temperature or any other obvious abnormalities, the vet cautiously agreed with me. She is getting liquid metronitazale twice a day to help clear it up. She has to go back in 15 days for her boosters. If the diarrhea doesn't clear up soon, she is going back sooner.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Karen Jo: This is a special day. You can have Mancat Monday again next week. So, how do you feel about being hugged?
I hate it. Pet me and give me chin scritches and especially chest scritches, but don't hug me.
Karen Jo: I hope it doesn't put too much stress on you, but there is a bunch of roadwork going on very near my house. You come out almost as soon as I come in your room, then it's a love-in. I lean back on the couch and you get on my chest and we love on each other for a long time. I got you a vet appointment for tomorrow to see about your runny nose, though it seems better today -- not quite as much kitty snot coming out.
Oja: I don't wanna go to the vet! I wanna stay here!
Karen Jo: Don't worry. We won't be there long. We just need to get you checked out and in the vet records as being my kitty. Then we will come right back home again and I will love on you.
Oja: I guess that's all right.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Like a good host, I got Mom up for breakfast at dawn. She wasn't up to anything more than Stinky Goodness and Tiki Cat, because some kitties kept her up late with all the dancing and THoE. Lunch was great with a huge buffet of turkey, chicken, roast beef, ham, shrimp and salmon. Mom will keep the buffet open all day and night. There's a niptini fountain, meowgaritas and nip champagne that Mom will get for you and fresh water and cat milk for the younger kitties.
Spyro: The games are well underway. I already led a rousing round of Help Mom Make up the Bed, followed by lots of fun in Help Mom Sort the Laundry. Why is Mom doing laundry during the party? Nice warm sheets and towels in the laundry basket, of course.
Karen Jo: It beats me why you kitties would want warm sheets and towels on such a warm day, but they are there in the laundry basket right now. I will be disappearing from time to time to be with Oja, who is a bit overwhelmed by all the goings on, but I have plenty of time for wand toys and I'll get out the laser toy when it gets dark.
We have had a moth infestation this year, so there are bound to be some in the house. Oliver, Gerry and Mungo were nice enough to bring over six English churchyard mice and they are running around the house, ready to be chased. The party officially ends at midnight, but Mom says that any kitties who party a little too hearty are welcome to spend the night. There will be dancing this evening. Come on over, we are having a great time!
Karen Jo: I did not. Why do you think I took two pictures of you yesterday afternoon?
But you didn't get me a present.
Karen Jo: Poor Herman! You have gotten lots of presents lately. A couple of months ago I got you a Plague Rat.
Yeah, that was pretty awesome.
Karen Jo: I got you the turbo track you are sitting next to.
And gave it to Spyro.
Karen Jo: Nothing is preventing you from playing with it. Just a few days ago I got you a Neko Kragonfly.
Which I don't play with.
Karen Jo: Yesterday I brought you home a new sister.
Big deal. I tried to check her out in the PTU and she snarled at me.
Karen Jo: She was scared. Her family dumped her off in the drop-off box at the shelter and she was in a cage for days. Give her a chance to get used to her new family. Anyway, we are having a big party and you can invite all your friends.
Come on over. The party starts now with a sleep over. There is not quite as much room as last year, as Oja is in the safe room, but we still have the living room, kitchen, litter box room and Mom's room to play in and sleep in. We have loads of toys to play with and Mom has promised to work the wand toys and laser toy for those of you who like that stuff. There are plenty of places to sleep. There's my ham-mick and bed and all the couches have comfy blankets on them. There is a big pillow on the table, which also has a fuzzy blanket on it. There are chairs and my platform, too. For you kitties who like to sleep with a human, my Mom has a full-sized bed with room for lots of kitties. The best part is that Mom is retired now, so we can party all night. There is a stereo for dance music and a great hall for THoE. You can all meow a hello to Oja under her door. We have plenty of Stinky Goodness and Tiki Cat along with ham, turkey, shrimp and salmon to eat, with nip cake and ice cream for dessert. Of course there are plenty of drinks, too. Niptinis, meowgaritas, catnip champagne and cat milk for the younger kitties. We want to have a big blowout because this is a very special birthday for me.
Karen Jo: It sure is. For kitties who get FeLV when they are young, like you did, the most dangerous time is from the time they first get it up through four years old. You are now five and are through that period. Your chances of living a normal lifespan are now much improved. I am thrilled.
Does this mean I don't have to take my yucky medicine any more?
Karen Jo: Hardly. You will probably have to take it for the rest of your life.
Rats! At least I can wash it down with a meowgarita. Let's party!
Spyro: Don't forget that there are lots of things to knock down and push off tables. Let's get started!
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Mom was acting all mysterious again. She got up way early and moved some litter boxes around and shut the door to Spyro's room after taking food in there. Then she took a PTU and left. After a long time, she came back with something in the PTU.
Spyro: It's another cat. One who snarls.
Karen Jo: I got a call from the Espanola Valley Humane Society yesterday. The shelter had another FeLV+ kitty and did I have room for her? I thought it over for a few seconds and said, "Sure." Herman's foster Mom and I went and picked her up this morning. Her name is Oja (O-ha) and she is two years old.
Oja: The lady came back again and sat down on the couch. After a little while I came out to see who she was. She isn't one of my people, but she's a nice lady. I loved all over her and she loved me back. She told me that this was my new forever home and that she was my new Mom. That's OK. I like her. She let me rub kitty-snot all over her face.
Karen Jo: You are going to the vet as soon as I can get you in to see if that drippy nose of yours is a kitty cold or allergies. It's completely clear and you aren't sneezing or coughing, so I'm guessing it's not too serious. I wash my hands and face after leaving your room, so I don't pass anything along to Herman or Spyro -- the giant kitties you saw.
Oja: They are scary. I am glad that I am in a room by myself.
Karen Jo: You will stay in this room by yourself at least until I get you checked out to make sure that you are well. You can stay in here as long as you like after that. You are scarcely any bigger than Emma was and I don't want the boys bullying you. I am guessing that Spyro would just want to play, but Herman bullied Emma a little and I don't want a repeat. I am hoping that with Spyro to play with, Herman won't consider bullying you to be worth his while.
Oja: That sounds like a great arrangement.
Karen Jo, Herman and Spyro: Happy Gotcha Day, Oja!