tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89861321452079082172022-01-01T13:30:14.891-07:00Herman's HideawayKaren Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.comBlogger460125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-53368753747426660852018-03-02T11:20:00.000-07:002018-03-02T21:11:10.350-07:00Disturbing the PeaceKaren Jo:&nbsp; First a word of explanation and apology.&nbsp; I can blog on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays IF I haul myself out of bed early enough.&nbsp; I have been sleeping too late lately, but hopefully I have a handle on it again and will be blogging more regularly.&nbsp; Now on to the cats.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-611Efl9aJp8/WpmPeM1vVII/AAAAAAAAFCU/Ww_2e00FNKoOQ9iwgpc7ZpJGZbKK1f5SgCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-611Efl9aJp8/WpmPeM1vVII/AAAAAAAAFCU/Ww_2e00FNKoOQ9iwgpc7ZpJGZbKK1f5SgCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0792.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Karen Jo: Things got nice and quiet for a while after Bambino got adopted.&nbsp; Then some cats started disturbing the peace.&nbsp; Yes, I'm looking at you, Gandalf.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gandalf: Me?&nbsp; I'm just up here nice and quiet.&nbsp; I was looking out the window at the snow when you disturbed me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; Yes, you.&nbsp; You decided that scaring Cricket was a fun thing to do, making her scream for help.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gandalf:&nbsp; It is fun.&nbsp; She scares so easily.&nbsp; I can scare the crap out of her with a short chase.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo: And then I have to clean it up.&nbsp; I want you to stop it.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zDj0XeUjO94/WpmQprdsf1I/AAAAAAAAFCc/Nb62jxfJb1Av4FRnYH_f6CsldpIx-DoWgCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zDj0XeUjO94/WpmQprdsf1I/AAAAAAAAFCc/Nb62jxfJb1Av4FRnYH_f6CsldpIx-DoWgCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0790.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Clancy:&nbsp; Hahaha!&nbsp; Gandalf got in trouble for being a bully!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen Jo:&nbsp; Don't look so smug.&nbsp; You're in trouble, too.&nbsp; You like to scare Rocio.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Clancy:&nbsp; Rocio is a wuss.&nbsp; I can even chase him into the broom closet and make him scream.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen Jo:&nbsp; Rocio is not a wuss.&nbsp; Are you forgetting that he beat up Gandalf?&nbsp; The only reason that he doesn't fight with you is that he has accepted you as the Top Cat.&nbsp; Keep pushing him and you might get a surprise one day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--NMirtifi70/WpmSFnVxXiI/AAAAAAAAFCo/T86JuhK_43YT66P0WllrssLF9T0ID0YLQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--NMirtifi70/WpmSFnVxXiI/AAAAAAAAFCo/T86JuhK_43YT66P0WllrssLF9T0ID0YLQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0789.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Cricket:&nbsp; And in other news, my eye is completely healed.&nbsp; I love to curl up in Mom's lap and take a nap.&nbsp; She keeps me safe from Gandalf.&nbsp; Though, to be fair, he hasn't been chasing and scaring me as much this week.&nbsp; I hope that he does stop it altogether.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vmXOxwjtW4/WpmTDpHMsZI/AAAAAAAAFCw/XDxunCvryewxlVb14_sJKXGeol-eHaiEgCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vmXOxwjtW4/WpmTDpHMsZI/AAAAAAAAFCw/XDxunCvryewxlVb14_sJKXGeol-eHaiEgCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0788.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Chevelle: I have been growing.&nbsp; I'm bigger than Cricket now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cricket:&nbsp; No, you're not!</div><div><br /></div><div>Chevelle:&nbsp; Yes, I am!&nbsp; Mom says so.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; Yes, Cricket.&nbsp; Chevelle is now just a tiny bit taller than you are.</div><div><br /></div><div>Chevelle:&nbsp; I made a new buddy.&nbsp; Mom was surprised.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lOyoaq5HTY/WpmT38DHfQI/AAAAAAAAFC8/aUC8IGHg68wNNqtrtMqvByoeZ93c-Da9wCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5lOyoaq5HTY/WpmT38DHfQI/AAAAAAAAFC8/aUC8IGHg68wNNqtrtMqvByoeZ93c-Da9wCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0791.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Tabitha:&nbsp; I'm the new buddy.&nbsp; Mom was surprised because I have never had a special cat friend before.&nbsp; It started out when Chevelle started playing with my tail.&nbsp; I would let her do it for a while, then walk away.&nbsp; Then one day she pounced me and I didn't hiss at her, like I used to.&nbsp; I actually started kitty wrestling with her.&nbsp; I outweigh her by a ton, so I'm careful not to get on top of her.</div><div><br /></div><div>Chevelle:&nbsp; We play pawsies side by side and grab each other and I even kick her, but she doesn't mind.&nbsp; It's fun.&nbsp; Cricket doesn't want to play with me and Maddie died and Gandalf and Clancy just want to play chase, so I started playing with Tabitha.&nbsp; It's fun.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><br />Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-59552720181599515172018-02-16T13:03:00.000-07:002018-02-16T13:04:09.675-07:00Healing.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XESXfdpnVhw/Woc1w5BvIxI/AAAAAAAAFBo/IETfnt2ydiIZyGIuKPFirsGaBpCqq9AigCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XESXfdpnVhw/Woc1w5BvIxI/AAAAAAAAFBo/IETfnt2ydiIZyGIuKPFirsGaBpCqq9AigCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0786.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Cricket:&nbsp; My eye is almost completely healed, with no yucky medicine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; You might have healed faster if you had let me put the medicine in your eye.&nbsp; My arm is also healed, where you scratched me while I was trying to get you into the PTU.&nbsp; I do wish you would stop running away from the camera.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_6uFUjXJo0/Woc3ElyAy1I/AAAAAAAAFB4/hCq-XEyiZu4Y2sv-yJa7pFcYnu71tl6KQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_6uFUjXJo0/Woc3ElyAy1I/AAAAAAAAFB4/hCq-XEyiZu4Y2sv-yJa7pFcYnu71tl6KQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0787.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>&nbsp;Tabitha:&nbsp; You didn't post a picture of me last time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; You wouldn't hold still.&nbsp; Here you are this time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tabitha:&nbsp; I sometimes eat a little of the premium food, but mostly I like Fancy Feast.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; I'm glad to see that.&nbsp; It's good for you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zGIDeKkaY0/Woc3_OfyD0I/AAAAAAAAFCE/IgI-hccfsnQU4WSh4mkn0CovfAeq7i43wCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zGIDeKkaY0/Woc3_OfyD0I/AAAAAAAAFCE/IgI-hccfsnQU4WSh4mkn0CovfAeq7i43wCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0740.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Chevelle:&nbsp; I'm just hanging around in the computer room.&nbsp; Mom really needs to clean up the house.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; Yes, I do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rocio, Gandalf and Clancy:&nbsp; What about us?</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo: Rocio, you were under the couch or the bed with Julius.&nbsp; Gandalf and Clancy, neither of you would hold still long enough for me to snap a picture.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br />Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-43549464293545865172018-02-14T12:13:00.000-07:002018-02-14T12:15:30.375-07:00Vet Visit and Food<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZHN1sRxzSw/WoSCuFAYGpI/AAAAAAAAFAc/hvM41NREMGAizgg311ecv1JEuw5xy68XQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZHN1sRxzSw/WoSCuFAYGpI/AAAAAAAAFAc/hvM41NREMGAizgg311ecv1JEuw5xy68XQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0779.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bS28RaDab3M/WoSC0z8tIkI/AAAAAAAAFAg/Oq7Gh2kNAOM0DAxMqRyflGBhL0FevmKmwCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bS28RaDab3M/WoSC0z8tIkI/AAAAAAAAFAg/Oq7Gh2kNAOM0DAxMqRyflGBhL0FevmKmwCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0782.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Cricket:&nbsp; Stupid Mom had the camera on the wrong setting, so most of the photos are fuzzy.&nbsp; Mom scared the heck out of me last Friday.&nbsp; I say her put Bambino in a PTU and take him outside and he never came back.&nbsp; I thought that she had turned evil and was getting rid of us kitties.&nbsp; When she got out a PTU and came for me, I ran and hid and fought back like fury.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; I just wanted to take you to the vet to see what was wrong with your eye.<br /><br />Cricket:&nbsp; I didn't know that.&nbsp; I fought with everything I had, but Mom finally caught me and scruffed me and dumped me in the PTU.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; I hated to scruff you, but you got me good and it was the only way to handle you.&nbsp; The vet found blood on your fur and I had to tell her that it was mine.<br /><br />Cricket:&nbsp; I was terrified.&nbsp; I even peed in the PTU.&nbsp; When we got to the vet, I wouldn't come out.&nbsp; They had to reach in and grab me.&nbsp; Then one of them held me still and the other one messed around with my eye for the longest time.<br /><br />Karen Jo: It turned out that you had something tiny in your eye, caught between your inner eyelid and your eyeball.&nbsp; It took three tries to get it out.&nbsp; Then the nice vet lady showed me how to put medicine in your eye.<br /><br />Cricket:&nbsp; Ha!&nbsp; As if I would let you mess with my eye after all that.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; Luckily your eye is getting better without the medicine.&nbsp; It looks almost normal again this morning.<br /><br />Julius:&nbsp; I'm laughing my little butt off.&nbsp; The other cats told me about Mom's plot to catch me and put me in a PTU.&nbsp; The very next night, I started coming out of hiding and showing Mom that my eye was&nbsp; back to normal again.&nbsp; I got whatever was in my eye out all by myself.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MUrXpffo56E/WoSGWflvtjI/AAAAAAAAFAw/nIR-1RhGgXYrF30vyOmImhT8Q5U5Fn-GgCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MUrXpffo56E/WoSGWflvtjI/AAAAAAAAFAw/nIR-1RhGgXYrF30vyOmImhT8Q5U5Fn-GgCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0771.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Clancy:&nbsp; Mom went to Pet Pangaea and bought us our monthly supply of premium cat food.&nbsp; We had all been eating Fancy Feast for a couple of weeks.&nbsp; Here are some photos of our reactions.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLy3f2tveio/WoSG95l3r7I/AAAAAAAAFA4/zZbukBm2-Fcqj_T1zWPpeLSdsaU5f4FNQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLy3f2tveio/WoSG95l3r7I/AAAAAAAAFA4/zZbukBm2-Fcqj_T1zWPpeLSdsaU5f4FNQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0783.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Clancy:&nbsp; Gandalf and I got Instinct Salmon.&nbsp; I not only buried it, I flipped it over.&nbsp; Mom saw me to it and rescued it before it all fell out on the carpet.&nbsp; She was nice enough to rebury it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OYhj5t7RNU/WoSHlWvJdDI/AAAAAAAAFBA/jFrM8iCp3tkBn8_TjzmLWYDfkCxNpYaUACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4OYhj5t7RNU/WoSHlWvJdDI/AAAAAAAAFBA/jFrM8iCp3tkBn8_TjzmLWYDfkCxNpYaUACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0781.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cricket:&nbsp; Mom gave Chevelle and me Fussie Cat Tuna and Prawns.&nbsp; I buried it.&nbsp; You can just see my tail behind the grey box.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VVPIxAUtvw/WoSIS-74eAI/AAAAAAAAFBI/f6Hqk29gXQozceLUfZk2E131UZdWSldMQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0780.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5VVPIxAUtvw/WoSIS-74eAI/AAAAAAAAFBI/f6Hqk29gXQozceLUfZk2E131UZdWSldMQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0780.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Chevelle:&nbsp; I waited for the Fancy Feast to come out and ate it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDCRnB1ha2A/WoSIudsMZOI/AAAAAAAAFBM/Bo4a7fa62iIC-WytDEAyDsN_OBDQv7b1ACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDCRnB1ha2A/WoSIudsMZOI/AAAAAAAAFBM/Bo4a7fa62iIC-WytDEAyDsN_OBDQv7b1ACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0775.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Gandalf:&nbsp; I decided to ignore the whole thing and play House Panther in the living room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bR2wWbZJDtE/WoSJWIOw9BI/AAAAAAAAFBY/v2epNxxzDic3InnIrLbeGRAADa1OGb5vACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0776.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bR2wWbZJDtE/WoSJWIOw9BI/AAAAAAAAFBY/v2epNxxzDic3InnIrLbeGRAADa1OGb5vACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0776.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Rocio: I couldn't be bothered to get out of my comfy spot in the laundry basket.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; What am I going to do with you kitties?</div><div><br /></div><div>All the kitties:&nbsp; Feed us and love us and take good care of us.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-15109098782289841012018-02-07T11:35:00.000-07:002018-02-07T11:35:23.975-07:00Sun Puddles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOTseoPfMPs/WntD2UiFXvI/AAAAAAAAE_s/sK7HD-0EspUai-zQ4I9E7T5bhTfC_iLIACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hOTseoPfMPs/WntD2UiFXvI/AAAAAAAAE_s/sK7HD-0EspUai-zQ4I9E7T5bhTfC_iLIACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0767.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Rocio: I'm the only one, besides Julius, who didn't find a sun puddle today.&nbsp; I practically live in the kitchen now.&nbsp; I won't hold my head still for Mom.&nbsp; See those ripped up paper towels?&nbsp; I did that.&nbsp; I love ripping up paper towels and TP, though I don't touch the TP on the roller.&nbsp; I find it where Mom tries to hide it behind the laundry hamper and rip it up back there.&nbsp; Paper towels on their roller in the kitchen are fair game, though.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NR3u99taQTo/WntEtSVbabI/AAAAAAAAE_0/DyMX0PC7fV8ccyIGG6gOCX_YmJE_st_QQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NR3u99taQTo/WntEtSVbabI/AAAAAAAAE_0/DyMX0PC7fV8ccyIGG6gOCX_YmJE_st_QQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0765.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Gandalf and Tabitha: We both found the big sun puddle on the table.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tabitha:&nbsp; I've been here longer, so I claimed the big pillow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gandalf:&nbsp; I don't care.&nbsp; I usually prefer just to lie on the soft throw on the table, anyway.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZydVltDWzY/WntFZUH3DHI/AAAAAAAAFAA/S8BvQ_a9dlMDuXX72_PcL0pLuEpMc_udwCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZydVltDWzY/WntFZUH3DHI/AAAAAAAAFAA/S8BvQ_a9dlMDuXX72_PcL0pLuEpMc_udwCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0768.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Clancy: This glorious sun puddle belongs to me.&nbsp; I love being up here in the sun.&nbsp; It feels so good on my fur.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPd5OTGoxgU/WntFvBU1B4I/AAAAAAAAFAE/IrrWScPDYbgYt03aAiHgxoV31ZzQavHhACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPd5OTGoxgU/WntFvBU1B4I/AAAAAAAAFAE/IrrWScPDYbgYt03aAiHgxoV31ZzQavHhACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0763.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Cricket: I have my own sun puddle in the safe room.&nbsp; I was up in the window, but the couch is more comfy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi73B2Dk5rU/WntGGJlAFvI/AAAAAAAAFAM/6fYiMYxHPcUjsId4-5pPN7Pt76G_elFKQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wi73B2Dk5rU/WntGGJlAFvI/AAAAAAAAFAM/6fYiMYxHPcUjsId4-5pPN7Pt76G_elFKQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0764.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Chevelle: This sun puddle on the living room floor is great for me.&nbsp; It's just my size.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br />Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-4854861911479144782018-02-03T15:47:00.000-07:002018-02-03T15:47:35.678-07:00The Big Fight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBupwm99a7A/WnYye4ZWJII/AAAAAAAAE_A/iWt-V-5qBSY7hQTYKVzmKBUiu7sT0tPkwCLcBGAs/s1600/Bambino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBupwm99a7A/WnYye4ZWJII/AAAAAAAAE_A/iWt-V-5qBSY7hQTYKVzmKBUiu7sT0tPkwCLcBGAs/s320/Bambino.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Karen Jo: Another old photo of Bambino from when he was happy here.&nbsp; I do miss Bambino, but not as much as I thought I would.&nbsp; I guess I have been in mourning for the happy Bambino since Clancy came and I'm mostly used to it by now.&nbsp; I miss him every time I feed the cats and don't see his face.&nbsp; I miss him every time I give out treats and wonder where he is.&nbsp; I miss the way he&nbsp; used to jump up on the bed and walk up to my face and tickle my cheeks with his whiskers in the middle of the night when he wanted a petting session.</div><div><br /></div><div>I also want to explain what is likely to be my blogging schedule.&nbsp; I can only blog when I get up early enough to get some stuff done, so I have time to blog.&nbsp; I have trouble getting up early in the morning in the winter, so that's why I have been missing for a month.&nbsp; I will only be able to blog on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and the occasional Saturday.&nbsp; I have lots to do on the other days.&nbsp; Events I describe here may or may not have just happened.&nbsp; I won't bring up stuff from the way past, but from the last few days or a week ago.&nbsp; Today's post is an example.&nbsp; The events described between Rocio and Gandalf happened about a week ago.&nbsp; Now on with the kitties.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MbKtelZd70/WnY03T2JoyI/AAAAAAAAE_M/IZ-Ud6c18Ts2S0mDYCwFe7ehhS72CxJ2gCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MbKtelZd70/WnY03T2JoyI/AAAAAAAAE_M/IZ-Ud6c18Ts2S0mDYCwFe7ehhS72CxJ2gCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0760.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen Jo: Gandalf, I found a pile of your fur on the kitchen floor.&nbsp; What happened?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gandalf: Um, well, I sort of got into a fight in the middle of the night.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDS_JFCMmFA/WnY1lc5m7nI/AAAAAAAAE_U/frYdDSXrnWkzmRtHDQYfFTr7GoXhDhkJQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0762.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDS_JFCMmFA/WnY1lc5m7nI/AAAAAAAAE_U/frYdDSXrnWkzmRtHDQYfFTr7GoXhDhkJQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0762.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo: Rocio, do you know how Gandalf's fur got on the kitchen floor?</div><div><br /></div><div>Rocio:&nbsp; Darn tootin'! I beat up Gandalf.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; Why?</div><div><br /></div><div>Rocio: Just because he's best friends with Clancy, Gandalf has been giving himself airs and thinks he can lord it over the rest of us cats.&nbsp; I'm not going to put up with it.&nbsp; Though I'm not keen on it, I acknowledge Clancy as Top Cat because he PROVED that he's the toughest, baddest cat in the house.&nbsp; However, I'm not going to take any crap from Gandalf.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gandalf:&nbsp; Hey, Clancy made me his lieutenant and I was in the running for Top Cat before he came.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rocio:&nbsp; There were three of us in the running for Top Cat: you, me and Bambino.&nbsp; You were the first one eliminated.&nbsp; Then when Clancy started taking over, you ran away for three weeks, leaving just me and Bambino to sort it out with him.&nbsp; When you came back, you immediately started sucking up to him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gandalf:&nbsp; I wasn't sucking up.&nbsp; I came back, took in the situation and decided that the best way forward was to make friends with Clancy, something the rest of you hadn't bothered to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rocio:&nbsp; You weren't around to see how mean he was to me while he was taking over.&nbsp; We aren't buds, but I tolerate him now.&nbsp; He really has mellowed out now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; Is everything all right between the two of you now?</div><div><br /></div><div>Rocio:&nbsp; Sure.&nbsp; Gandalf leaves me alone now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gandalf: Everything's fine.&nbsp; I thought that Rocio would be a push-over because he's such a lazy lard-bucket.&nbsp; I was wrong.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rocio:&nbsp; Ha!&nbsp; I may be fat, but there's a lot of muscle underneath.&nbsp; I can jump almost as high as&nbsp; you can with the extra weight.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjN9q1cgCSA/WnY583RRw-I/AAAAAAAAE_g/GxTJiznschAb5re26PsNyBqVSW-hsso3wCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjN9q1cgCSA/WnY583RRw-I/AAAAAAAAE_g/GxTJiznschAb5re26PsNyBqVSW-hsso3wCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0759.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Julius:&nbsp; Guess what?&nbsp; Mom actually got a photo of me.&nbsp; Now that things aren't so tense around here, I'm hanging out in the open more now.&nbsp; This is as close as I will let Mom get while she's looking at me.&nbsp; She started to take another step and I tensed up, so she backed off.&nbsp; This cat tree is new to us since Mom stopped blogging before.&nbsp; I like it. I can sit or lie up here and no cat can sneak up on me.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-70840674487433781782018-02-02T17:01:00.000-07:002018-02-02T17:01:09.073-07:00Bambino's Big Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynnw30WJuys/WnTxbGVdoMI/AAAAAAAAE9o/azqQLFVVjegUhy7vhzHMPlmIO-A3IqkpACLcBGAs/s1600/IMAG0666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynnw30WJuys/WnTxbGVdoMI/AAAAAAAAE9o/azqQLFVVjegUhy7vhzHMPlmIO-A3IqkpACLcBGAs/s320/IMAG0666.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>Karen Jo: This is a Cinco de Mayo photo of Bambino from years ago.&nbsp; You can see the most recent pictures in my last blog entry.&nbsp; The really great news is that Bambino got adopted!&nbsp; A family wanted to adopt a FeLV+ cat to keep their FeLV+ cat company.&nbsp; I recommended Bambino.&nbsp; They looked around at some other cats and chose Bambino.&nbsp; Yay!&nbsp; It's a perfect family for Bambino.&nbsp; There is another cat for him to be buddies with, a dog, which Bambino doesn't mind and children, whom Bambino is fond of.&nbsp; It gets him away from Clancy.&nbsp; He wasn't too happy about leaving, but I think that he's happy now.&nbsp; This happened last Saturday.&nbsp; I waited until now to tell you about it, because I was afraid that he would be returned for being the grumpy cat that he was here.&nbsp; It looks like that as soon as he got away from Clancy, he went back to his original personality of a happy, very loving cat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtNkCL3LjbM/WnTzm0dzRSI/AAAAAAAAE90/XFsdG10FJY444QnzCDIAuDc8rp8BagkBACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtNkCL3LjbM/WnTzm0dzRSI/AAAAAAAAE90/XFsdG10FJY444QnzCDIAuDc8rp8BagkBACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0758.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Rocio:&nbsp; I hid from Mom and her camera.&nbsp; She had to bend way over to take my picture.&nbsp; That's why I'm all fuzzy.&nbsp; I miss Bambino, but not too much. My buddy has always been Julius.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2WC3KueE3w/WnT0UeIbZiI/AAAAAAAAE98/qZMsk_dThCIm-4jQDecG7O1dfUymDl_LACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2WC3KueE3w/WnT0UeIbZiI/AAAAAAAAE98/qZMsk_dThCIm-4jQDecG7O1dfUymDl_LACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0757.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Tabitha: I miss having Bambino around.&nbsp; We were meal buddies, eating in bowls side by side.&nbsp; On the other hand, I get a better chance of grabbing the big pillow in the sun puddle now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-droXVPCiwT8/WnT04Rp2oLI/AAAAAAAAE-E/e4mZODJKiRA9as4EJxKbePvyxNi1MjCDgCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-droXVPCiwT8/WnT04Rp2oLI/AAAAAAAAE-E/e4mZODJKiRA9as4EJxKbePvyxNi1MjCDgCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0755.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Gandalf: I hardly got to know Bambino before he turned all grumpy and growly.&nbsp; Things are better here now that he's gone. Mom says that it's Groundhog Day and all these wonderful sun puddles mean 6 more weeks of winter.&nbsp; I don't care.&nbsp; Bring on the sun puddles.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLjdtY6u2wU/WnT1pykzQHI/AAAAAAAAE-M/SxVfMc_RcPYqiWWFRV7NmzLHpPqdHYG7QCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0754.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xLjdtY6u2wU/WnT1pykzQHI/AAAAAAAAE-M/SxVfMc_RcPYqiWWFRV7NmzLHpPqdHYG7QCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0754.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Cricket:&nbsp; I won't hold still for Mom and the camera.&nbsp; That's why I'm fuzzy.&nbsp; Bambino was a great guy.&nbsp; He used to hang out with me in the safe room.&nbsp; He was never grumpy in there.&nbsp; I miss him.&nbsp; I keep squinting my left eye.&nbsp; Mom's going to call the vet on Monday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mu3qZyWrZDI/WnT2VbeJ_jI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/4zGqUWQqk8gIV1sAOLsEQbcuTE-BkArDACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mu3qZyWrZDI/WnT2VbeJ_jI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/4zGqUWQqk8gIV1sAOLsEQbcuTE-BkArDACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0756.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Chevelle:&nbsp; What I remember most about Bambino was that he wouldn't play with me.&nbsp; I tried to join him once to cuddle on top of the cat tree in the computer room and he growled at me.&nbsp; I don't miss him at all.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd4BUABS9F8/WnT27Q7G3HI/AAAAAAAAE-g/n1pG8ATp2LEHUW98iiVNRdPlqUE-qXOuACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd4BUABS9F8/WnT27Q7G3HI/AAAAAAAAE-g/n1pG8ATp2LEHUW98iiVNRdPlqUE-qXOuACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0753.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Clancy: Bambino?&nbsp; ::snort:: I'm glad that the little creep is gone.&nbsp; He hissed and growled and yowled at me all the time.&nbsp; Mom says it's because his best friend was Alpha before me, but he got adopted and Bambino wanted to be Alpha.&nbsp; Ha!&nbsp; I came here and found a leaderless bunch of cats and took over.&nbsp; Too bad that hurt Bambino's feelings.&nbsp; It's so much nicer now that he's gone.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; The tension that was so prevalent in the atmosphere here is gone.&nbsp; All the cats are more relaxed now.&nbsp; Clancy is acting like a calm, normal Alpha now.&nbsp; He is having more fun.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsJgEUZkmew/WnT4ciIISvI/AAAAAAAAE-s/hhRiihxMvIU6JNLox2f0-bi0gE0UL1lQgCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsJgEUZkmew/WnT4ciIISvI/AAAAAAAAE-s/hhRiihxMvIU6JNLox2f0-bi0gE0UL1lQgCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0752.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>Clancy:&nbsp; I do have a playful side.&nbsp; Here I am kitty-wrestling with Chevelle.<br /><br />Chevelle:&nbsp; It's fun.&nbsp; I squeak a little bit when I wrestle with Clancy, but I enjoy it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VQhIxcVpGqA/WnT5OsiuY_I/AAAAAAAAE-0/tzO4Vc5SNq4S5Qyk69qZ9lb0x3eMA3QmACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VQhIxcVpGqA/WnT5OsiuY_I/AAAAAAAAE-0/tzO4Vc5SNq4S5Qyk69qZ9lb0x3eMA3QmACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0628.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Julius:&nbsp; This is an old picture of Bambino and me.&nbsp; I am still hiding most of the time, but I have been coming out more and hanging around in the living room.&nbsp; I really miss Bambino.&nbsp; After Clancy came and scared me so much, Bambino used to come and hang out with me under the bed.&nbsp; Mom thinks that there is something wrong with my left eye, too.&nbsp; She doesn't know what to do about it.&nbsp; I have never been to the vet, because I won't let her come near me.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; Do any of you have any suggestions for getting a very shy cat to the vet?&nbsp; I managed it with Jonny because he was in a small room.&nbsp; Julius is mostly hanging out in the living room now.&nbsp; I can close doors between the living room and the rest of the house, but it's a huge room full of hiding places.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-86495551587227084412017-12-20T12:35:00.000-07:002017-12-20T16:48:06.480-07:00Mostly Nap TimeKaren Jo:&nbsp; I didn't come up with a theme for today, so I just took some photos and I'll let the kitties tell you about them.&nbsp; I really messed part of this post up, so I'm fixing it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bw1xGwl4qBo/Wjqzjzw4Y7I/AAAAAAAAE8o/wQQnXKvB7csqiJoruHsXCjuNDJTFzwo0ACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bw1xGwl4qBo/Wjqzjzw4Y7I/AAAAAAAAE8o/wQQnXKvB7csqiJoruHsXCjuNDJTFzwo0ACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0737.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Bambino:&nbsp; I was eating out of the food bowl nearest the door when Mom plopped down on the floor and pointed that strange black thing at me.&nbsp; My breakfast was in the other bowl, but I wanted to check out what Tabitha had.&nbsp; MOL!&nbsp; That's Tabitha coming out of the safe room.&nbsp; She went in to see if Cricket and Chevelle left anything.&nbsp; As if!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MO420tplJZc/Wjq0cUz6wYI/AAAAAAAAE8w/Xl6BDROBlUMRET7v85OGfrclGDKAbtYqQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MO420tplJZc/Wjq0cUz6wYI/AAAAAAAAE8w/Xl6BDROBlUMRET7v85OGfrclGDKAbtYqQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0738.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Chevelle:&nbsp; I 'm just hanging out in the living room beside Mom's big rocking chair.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzm1i2nTiV8/Wjq115C6dkI/AAAAAAAAE88/VhB-uKiyvHwYimYmAfpYMqKNM8uljKgzACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gzm1i2nTiV8/Wjq115C6dkI/AAAAAAAAE88/VhB-uKiyvHwYimYmAfpYMqKNM8uljKgzACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0739.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gandalf: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cW9sZnUTcmA/Wjq2P7jyTcI/AAAAAAAAE9A/2YxN-Di8G4kiMg0_x475SHRtv9Yu0tYxgCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cW9sZnUTcmA/Wjq2P7jyTcI/AAAAAAAAE9A/2YxN-Di8G4kiMg0_x475SHRtv9Yu0tYxgCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0740.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I am so very happy that Mom moved all those stupid papers off the table.&nbsp; This is the best nap spot ever!<br /><br />Clancy:&nbsp; I love this nappy spot.&nbsp; Glorious sun puddle!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NonxRc28Qf8/Wjq3pJXVrGI/AAAAAAAAE9M/wc0goqnj0QMDRW4lsRXIyqpMUMwnSSh0ACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0733.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NonxRc28Qf8/Wjq3pJXVrGI/AAAAAAAAE9M/wc0goqnj0QMDRW4lsRXIyqpMUMwnSSh0ACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0733.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tabitha:&nbsp; I was taking a nice nap, too, until Mom plopped down on the floor and pointed the black box at me.&nbsp; I was all stretched out in the sun puddle on the mat.&nbsp; Oh, I know that the black box is just the camera, but I haven't seen it in so long that it scares me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iz_vZ3UG5NQ/Wjq5ZodfNlI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/Zwki2KOyE6c2sbg1-zUFcSEt3z0lmUxRACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iz_vZ3UG5NQ/Wjq5ZodfNlI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/Zwki2KOyE6c2sbg1-zUFcSEt3z0lmUxRACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0742.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bambino: I get two pictures today because Mom thought that I was Cricket.&nbsp; MOL!&nbsp; You'd think that she would recognize me by now.&nbsp; I am finishing off Gandalf's breakfast.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen Jo:&nbsp; I thought that you didn't like the quality cat food.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bambino:&nbsp; This stuff is pretty tasty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Julius:&nbsp; Mom could have gotten a picture of me, if she had been fast enough.&nbsp; Since Clancy was fast asleep, I was in the hall heading for the kitchen to get some food.&nbsp; Mom startled me and I turned around to look at her.&nbsp; She was so surprised that she forgot about the camera and I ran past her and dove under the bed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen Jo:&nbsp; I really wish that you would stop being so afraid of me.&nbsp; It's been four years now and you still run away from me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Julius:&nbsp; When Clancy came, he scared me so badly that I got scared of you all over again.&nbsp; Things are getting a bit better now, though.</div>Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-24325350250689208762017-12-19T13:54:00.000-07:002017-12-19T13:54:18.658-07:00Where We EatThank all of you for your kind words on Maddie's Farewell post.&nbsp; I put away a set of food bowls this morning, so I thought that I would talk about that.&nbsp; I am going to take photos of the kitties when I can.&nbsp; The kitties who allow their pictures to be taken will have them published.&nbsp; On to the kitties!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp3hzWBO05k/Wjlz76tYubI/AAAAAAAAE7o/kJv3QAtBDSkGm4w4W65s704jq4YRHPLMACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp3hzWBO05k/Wjlz76tYubI/AAAAAAAAE7o/kJv3QAtBDSkGm4w4W65s704jq4YRHPLMACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0735.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Rocio:&nbsp; I love to hang out in the laundry basket.&nbsp; Mom is too lazy to put her undies away, so I always have a nice nest here.&nbsp; I usually don't eat wet food, but when I do, I chose one of the bowls in the kitchen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85UFsJWuZkA/Wjl0pQsrIHI/AAAAAAAAE7w/70xRqJxXaeEoS2yCE0RifEZ8dDfaG5-EQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85UFsJWuZkA/Wjl0pQsrIHI/AAAAAAAAE7w/70xRqJxXaeEoS2yCE0RifEZ8dDfaG5-EQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0732.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; Gandalf, you remind me of Herman when you lie in the sun like that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gandalf:&nbsp; Cool.&nbsp; I love lying in the sun up here on the table, especially since Mom cleared off all the papers.&nbsp; I have my own bowl, but I don't always eat from it.&nbsp; I tend to munch around.&nbsp; Maddie always used to beat me to my bowl.&nbsp; Clancy and I get premium food and Maddie liked it, too.&nbsp; Some days, I prefer the Fancy Feast and let some other cat eat mine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; That's most days now.&nbsp; The food in your bowl usually does get eaten.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8CbSFFp2b9s/Wjl10wtDLII/AAAAAAAAE78/uzar0PoTcpMpTuP6xnEN12QFTuqYO7KgACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8CbSFFp2b9s/Wjl10wtDLII/AAAAAAAAE78/uzar0PoTcpMpTuP6xnEN12QFTuqYO7KgACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0734.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Clancy:&nbsp; This is my dry food bowl.&nbsp; Mom put out 8 wet and 8 dry food bowls for us.&nbsp; The dry food bowl isn't on the placemat any more because if I don't like, or I'm finished with, the wet food, I flip the mat over the bowl and the dry food used to go flying.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; You used to make quite the mess.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHdtlj8v6mU/Wjl28CZUd2I/AAAAAAAAE8E/iFdSUmU4shE1Ck4bTmiyz3lcfcGytInDwCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sHdtlj8v6mU/Wjl28CZUd2I/AAAAAAAAE8E/iFdSUmU4shE1Ck4bTmiyz3lcfcGytInDwCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0711.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Cricket:&nbsp; This is Chevelle's placemat that I'm standing in front of.&nbsp; Mine is in the background.&nbsp; I finish Chevelle's food for her most days.&nbsp; Chevelle and I get Fussie Cat wet food because when I came Mom was told that was all I would eat.&nbsp; We really like it.&nbsp; I'm too thin, so I get a whole can all to myself for breakfast and dinner.&nbsp; The other cats only get half a can.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lS3jKCFgIcw/Wjl31j2LKmI/AAAAAAAAE8M/jW9PuexcjkMlRWOC82LhX7_Jpzx7izqHgCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lS3jKCFgIcw/Wjl31j2LKmI/AAAAAAAAE8M/jW9PuexcjkMlRWOC82LhX7_Jpzx7izqHgCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0736.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Chevelle:&nbsp; For some reason, I like to hang around litter boxes.&nbsp; I am often lying next to a litter box when I'm not playing.&nbsp; I eat in the safe room with Chevelle.&nbsp; Mom started giving me Fussie Cat, too, because I ate out of Chevelle's bowl as soon as I got here.&nbsp; It's good, but sometimes I go around and check out what the other kitties are eating.&nbsp; I like to eat out of Clancy's bowl.</div><div><br /></div><div>Clancy:&nbsp; She's the only cat who can get away with that, unless I have buried it.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwPy8taFrzA/Wjl486sLvtI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/7zVmNQwevtwNpdaK-X2lbmAOh-ueaNmSwCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0733.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwPy8taFrzA/Wjl486sLvtI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/7zVmNQwevtwNpdaK-X2lbmAOh-ueaNmSwCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0733.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Tabitha:&nbsp; I love sun puddles.&nbsp; I had my head down and my eyes closed until I heard Mom sneaking up on me.&nbsp; I always eat in the computer room.&nbsp; There are two bowls in there and I always get one of them.&nbsp; Sometimes Bambino eats with me and sometimes Gandalf does.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bambino:&nbsp; There are still two food bowls where Herman's original buffet was.&nbsp; Maddie always ate there.&nbsp; I alternate between eating there and in the computer room with Tabitha.&nbsp; I was hiding at picture taking time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Julius:&nbsp; Since I am scared of Clancy, I come out to eat while he is napping mid-morning and in the middle of the night.&nbsp; I used to frequent the bowl that Mom put away.&nbsp; I roam around and eat out of any bowl that still has food in it.&nbsp; We all eat the dry food.&nbsp; We have a variety to choose from: Blue Indoor Health is our favorite, but we also have Go at the moment (Mom changes flavors whenever we run out) and there is Solid Gold in the safe room, as it is formulated for both kittens and adult cats. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br />Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-20023068060989428462017-12-18T17:45:00.000-07:002017-12-18T17:45:25.756-07:00Farewell, MaddieThis is absolutely NOT what I wanted to write about today.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuIFiHrbOCk/WjhZ3IsqNXI/AAAAAAAAE7M/B8rNWeSaHuYCJ63gNMyiPrMwyEv8vT2vACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuIFiHrbOCk/WjhZ3IsqNXI/AAAAAAAAE7M/B8rNWeSaHuYCJ63gNMyiPrMwyEv8vT2vACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0676.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>This is the first photo I ever took of Maddie.&nbsp; She's in the computer room, having just moved in a while earlier.&nbsp; She didn't want the door closed for very long at all.&nbsp; She soon made buddies with Horus and she played with him until Sea Shell came. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SROyybJwd10/WjhcBU-dLwI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/c0BrUAWD1w83KQzqQ5EpmHs1Cz6elRqOACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SROyybJwd10/WjhcBU-dLwI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/c0BrUAWD1w83KQzqQ5EpmHs1Cz6elRqOACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0720.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the last photo I took of Maddie.&nbsp; She is sitting on the kitchen table.&nbsp; She was a sweetheart.&nbsp; She liked to sit on my lap and be petted while I was on the computer.&nbsp; FIP came exactly like a thief in the night and stole her away from me.&nbsp; At 8 last night, she was at dinner and nibbled at her food.&nbsp; At midnight treat time, she didn't want her treats, which was unheard of.&nbsp; Then I noticed her abdominal muscles working hard, just like Cissy's did the day before she died.&nbsp; There is an all night emergency vet 36 miles away, but I don't have a car and my friend was in bed asleep, so I had to wait for morning.&nbsp; By the time I could get her in to her regular vet, it was too late.&nbsp; Her chest cavity was almost completely filled with fluid and she was suffocating.&nbsp; The vet gave her a 1-2% chance of surviving an attempt to drain the fluid, so we put her to sleep.&nbsp; During the wait between the sedative and the fatal injection, I held her in my lap.&nbsp; I think that she liked that.&nbsp; Now she is at the Rainbow Bridge.&nbsp; Sea Shell must have run to greet her.&nbsp; Now they are romping together on the grass with weather like spring, having an absolute ball together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I keep thinking that I don't know how much more of this I can take, but then I look at all their sweet faces and know that I have to keep right on taking them in.&nbsp; I find the strength by remembering that without me, they might not have a life at all.&nbsp; They do all so much enjoy being here with me and each other that I absolutely cannot say, "Enough, no more!"&nbsp; So, I will keep right on taking them in and taking care of them and losing them.&nbsp; I must be doing something right because right now I have three five-year-olds who got the disease as kittens.&nbsp; The expected lifespan with the disease is four years maximum.</div>Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-76637457159362102612017-12-17T17:33:00.000-07:002017-12-17T17:33:30.466-07:00Familiar FacesKaren Jo:&nbsp; Today we will hear from the kitties who were here when I stopped blogging so long ago.&nbsp; Maddie had barely introduced herself when the bad stuff started happening, so I will let her do a lot of the talking.&nbsp; The pictures of Rocio, Bambino, Julius and Tabitha are old ones, but you haven't seen the one of Maddie before.&nbsp; I need to get in some practice taking photos again.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17I5stDqXZo/WjbMdT2H-LI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/7v1tk6yBOhcqMP5kfiq19apcFbiPJkeAQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17I5stDqXZo/WjbMdT2H-LI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/7v1tk6yBOhcqMP5kfiq19apcFbiPJkeAQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0635.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Rocio: See how worn this scratcher is, especially the chair part?&nbsp; I jumped up on the chair and went right through it.&nbsp; Luckily Mom bought us a new one.&nbsp; Not much has changed for me, other than the changes brought about by Clancy coming in and making himself Alpha.&nbsp; He was really mean to me at first, cornering me and making me scream, mostly.&nbsp; I gave in to him right away.&nbsp; Now that he has calmed down, I have gone back to napping in the laundry basket and on Mom's bed.&nbsp; I don't hang out in the living room much any more.&nbsp; That's Clancy's hangout now.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxefTHC5p74/WjbN3a2OizI/AAAAAAAAE6c/SJqOKWe6akwGVxSpajrSfP58kaqdsXqrQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QxefTHC5p74/WjbN3a2OizI/AAAAAAAAE6c/SJqOKWe6akwGVxSpajrSfP58kaqdsXqrQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0681.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>Bambino:&nbsp; The changes around here really turned my life upside down.&nbsp; Oja was getting to be a real pain to the rest of us, so I wasn't that sorry to see her go, but we all missed her.&nbsp; The first really big change for me came a year later when Spyro and Horus left.&nbsp; Spyro was my best bud since I moved in here as a kitten, over four years earlier.&nbsp; When Spyro became Alpha, he made me his lieutenant and I helped him enforce the no bullying rule.&nbsp; You should have seen Spyro fight being put into the PTU by the two strangers who came to take him and Horus away!&nbsp; I hear he's happy in a new forever home now.&nbsp; I really hoped that I would be allowed to go with him, but I didn't quite manage to beat this stupid FeLV.&nbsp; Gandalf, Rocio and I were discussing who was going to be new Alpha when Evil Clancy moved in.&nbsp; None of us stood a chance against him.&nbsp; He's bigger than Spyro and MEAN!&nbsp; I hate him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; He has calmed down a lot now and his bullying has almost stopped completely.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bambino:&nbsp; I don't care.&nbsp; He's mean and a bully and he took my rightful place as Alpha.&nbsp; I am going to hiss and growl at him whenever I see him.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; I'm really sorry that things turned out this way for you, but he's here and he's going to stay.&nbsp; You have let him turn you into a grumpy old mancat.&nbsp; You even hissed at the new kitten when she came up to you to make friends.&nbsp; You had never hissed at a new cat before in your life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bambino:&nbsp; I have become suspicious of new cats since Clancy.&nbsp; You keep bringing them in, though.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; You know perfectly well why new cats keep arriving.&nbsp; I wish that you would settle down and accept the new situation.&nbsp; It's been months and months now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bambino:&nbsp; Maybe someday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7hacMGjTIlE/WjbTKcOrE7I/AAAAAAAAE6s/yBUyRZmYDFg_AjBaR6AqJ-TZa22r2rGlwCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7hacMGjTIlE/WjbTKcOrE7I/AAAAAAAAE6s/yBUyRZmYDFg_AjBaR6AqJ-TZa22r2rGlwCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0636.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>Julius:&nbsp; Mom is going to be really lucky to get any new pictures of me.&nbsp; Clancy really scares me and I have gone back to hiding 99% of the time.&nbsp; He still chases me if he finds me out in the open.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; Clancy has changed since he first got here, Julius.&nbsp; Now he wants to play with you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Julius:&nbsp; I don't trust him.&nbsp; I am going to stay in hiding.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JH5vFTQLsCI/WjbUVD_5-OI/AAAAAAAAE60/ggcaVEqHqjEsbm0AjpVjhlMhHk2qsOBKwCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JH5vFTQLsCI/WjbUVD_5-OI/AAAAAAAAE60/ggcaVEqHqjEsbm0AjpVjhlMhHk2qsOBKwCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0688.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Tabitha:&nbsp; Not much has changed for me.&nbsp; I have always been a bit of a loner cat and I never cared who was Alpha: Oja, Spyro, Clancy, it's all the same to me.&nbsp; I like Mom the best and just kind of tolerate the other cats.&nbsp; Clancy never bullied me.&nbsp; Other cats all seem to sense that I have no interest at all in being Alpha, so they leave me alone.&nbsp; Clancy and I are as much friends now as I ever make.&nbsp; Right now we are lying next to each other on the table by the big window enjoying a sun puddle.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUsEwgfxLH8/WjbVlLtoTxI/AAAAAAAAE68/CSaolM17MswQrOWTHn72tA4INIb-b7gswCLcBGAs/s1600/20160504_132626_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUsEwgfxLH8/WjbVlLtoTxI/AAAAAAAAE68/CSaolM17MswQrOWTHn72tA4INIb-b7gswCLcBGAs/s320/20160504_132626_001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div>Maddie:&nbsp; I first moved in here as a 5-month-old kitten.&nbsp; I decided to make Horus my best friend and we played and played together, though he didn't want to play as much as I did.&nbsp; Then a wonderful thing happened a month later.&nbsp; Sea Shell moved into the computer room and I moved in with her after a couple of days.&nbsp; She was only a month younger than I was and wanted to play just as much as I did.&nbsp; The photo is of the two of us playing pawsie and getting ready to wrestle.&nbsp; Six months later Sea Shell moved back into the computer room exclusively and growled at me when I tried to play with her.&nbsp; I didn't understand at all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; Sea Shell had a FeLV flare-up and she was feeling sick and didn't want to play any more.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maddie:&nbsp; It broke my heart.&nbsp; I stopped trying to play with her, but I visited her every day.&nbsp; After about a month, she started to get better.&nbsp; She was moving around more and we would rub up against each other, but she still wouldn't play.&nbsp; I tried playing with Horus, but my heart wasn't in it and he wanted to play even less than before.&nbsp; After two months, I got my hopes up really high.&nbsp; She was running around again and playing patty-paws, but then she disappeared one morning and never came back.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo: That part broke both our hearts.&nbsp; We had gotten her through the flare-up, but cancer of the blood vessels moved in and took her away to the Rainbow Bridge.<br /><br />Maddie:&nbsp; After Sea Shell left, I stopped playing.&nbsp; Oh, I would occasionally bat a ball around for a little while, but mostly I didn't play at all.&nbsp; I started kind of hanging around with Tabitha, but that was it.&nbsp; In early October a new kitty came and Mom tried to get me to make friends with her, but I wasn't interested.&nbsp; Then two weeks later another wonderful thing happened.&nbsp; Chevelle the kitten moved in.&nbsp; I couldn't have cared less until she came out of her room to stay.&nbsp; She wants to play with every cat and I couldn't resist.&nbsp; Now I am playing again.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; I noticed something interesting about cats in mourning over losing a friend that they were very close to.&nbsp; When Austin went to the Bridge, Rocio was devastated.&nbsp; Bambino moved in shortly thereafter, but Rocio totally ignored him.&nbsp; A while later Julius moved in and Rocio practically adopted him.&nbsp; When Maddie lost Sea Shell, Cricket didn't spark her interest at all, but Chevelle made good friends with her right away.&nbsp; In both cases, it was the second cat to move in that got them interested in making a new friend.&nbsp; It didn't work with Bambino.&nbsp; His personality has completely changed, but I think that has more to do with Clancy than anything else, other than losing Spyro.&nbsp; I'm not sure what to do from here on, but I'll think of something.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br />Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-18640604245253161222017-12-16T23:32:00.000-07:002017-12-17T00:00:02.828-07:00New Arrivals -- Part 2Karen Jo:&nbsp; I took Cricket's picture yesterday as a "just in case" picture and I took Chevelle's picture a few days ago with my phone, just because I thought that they looked cute.&nbsp; I fully intended to take better pictures of them this morning, but life intervened.&nbsp; I will take better pictures of them both in the future.&nbsp; Now on to the new kitties.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbzRYla_yzQ/WjXIMkP50yI/AAAAAAAAE50/zVWO4uaHzcgiY0OL_N1-kQroqHNbXmmPgCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kbzRYla_yzQ/WjXIMkP50yI/AAAAAAAAE50/zVWO4uaHzcgiY0OL_N1-kQroqHNbXmmPgCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0725.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>Cricket: I'm all fuzzy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; You wouldn't hold still.&nbsp; This is the best I could manage at the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cricket:&nbsp; Oh, well.&nbsp; I'm Cricket.&nbsp; I'm 3 years old but I only weigh 6 pounds.&nbsp; The only thing that I remember about the before time is that I had a kitty buddy that I was taken away from and I ended up here in early October.&nbsp; I am in the safe room here, where I still spend a lot of time.&nbsp; When I first got here Mom was told that I was lonesome for kitty company, so Mom put Maddie in the safe room with me.&nbsp; That didn't quite work out.&nbsp; Maddie ran out as soon as Mom opened the door again and wouldn't come back in.&nbsp; I stayed in the safe room for a week, with little trips of a few minutes each, to explore.&nbsp; Then I came out for good, but this is still my favorite room.&nbsp; When I had been out for a week, Chevelle came to live here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTqBQ7iz_fk/WjXKBWsMbHI/AAAAAAAAE6A/HcsJR15kZ9YLjlBFlKspGEUD2lcDosPbQCLcBGAs/s1600/20171214_124127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTqBQ7iz_fk/WjXKBWsMbHI/AAAAAAAAE6A/HcsJR15kZ9YLjlBFlKspGEUD2lcDosPbQCLcBGAs/s320/20171214_124127.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Chevelle: I don't remember anything about the before time, either.&nbsp; I came to live here in mid-October when I was 4 months old.&nbsp; Mom's plan was to put me in the safe room by myself for a day, then introduce me to Cricket.&nbsp; That didn't work out as planned either.&nbsp; There is a high-sided cat bed on the couch in the safe room that Cricket likes to sleep in.&nbsp; All the other kitties were very interested in me and I was interested in them and some of them followed us into the safe room while I was still in the PTU.&nbsp; Mom had dumped her coat and purse beside the door before she closed it.&nbsp; Then she evicted the other kitties one by one and got me some food, which was all ready to be put in my bowl in the safe room.&nbsp; Then she picked up her coat and purse to go put them away and leave me on my own for a while when she saw Cricket.&nbsp; Cricket had been napping in the cat bed on the couch and Mom never noticed her.&nbsp; Mom decided to go put her coat and purse away and come back to evict Cricket.&nbsp; Hahaha!&nbsp; By the time Mom got back, Cricket and I were curled up together on the couch, cozy as could be.&nbsp; She put some food in Cricket's bowl, which was still in the safe room, as Mom intended for us to be together and left us alone together.&nbsp; Cricket was great company, but she got bored in the safe room and went out for a while each evening, but always came back at or before Mom's bedtime.&nbsp; After about 5 days of this, I followed Cricket out and wow! what a different world!&nbsp; I got overwhelmed and ran back into the safe room.&nbsp; Mom closed the door on me.&nbsp; I let out the "kitten in distress" meow as loud as I could and Mom opened the door again.&nbsp; I stood in the doorway for a while, just looking around, then went out to introduce myself around.&nbsp; One of the first cats I introduced myself to was Clancy.&nbsp; He's nice.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; I was amazed at Clancy's reaction to tiny Chevelle.&nbsp; They sniffed each other all over, then Chevelle rubbed up against Clancy and he accepted it.&nbsp; He is extremely gentle with her and they even play together.&nbsp; It's hilarious to see tiny four pound Chevelle chasing huge Clancy down the hall<br /><br />Chevelle:&nbsp; At bedtime, Cricket went back into the safe room and I followed her.&nbsp; Mom shut the door again.&nbsp; MEOW!&nbsp; Mom opened the door again and it has been open ever since.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; You get the Brave Kitten award for being the very first kitten ever to want the door open forever on your first trip out of the safe room.<br /><br />Chevelle:&nbsp; I have lots of fun now.&nbsp; Almost all of the other kitties like me and I cuddle with Cricket and play with Clancy, Gandalf and Maddie.&nbsp; The photo is of Gandalf and me cuddling.<br /><br />Rocio, Bambino, Julius, Tabitha and Maddie:&nbsp; What about US!&nbsp; We want a turn.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; It's your turn next time.<br /><div><br /></div><br />Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-43910042491701949132017-12-15T17:38:00.000-07:002017-12-16T23:35:11.045-07:00New Arrivals -- Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVgxXgnGFBw/WjRZaL4gwQI/AAAAAAAAE4w/ykwUwI6LSHc3Nto_0I_HPIpjdgovXTvlwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMAG0544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SVgxXgnGFBw/WjRZaL4gwQI/AAAAAAAAE4w/ykwUwI6LSHc3Nto_0I_HPIpjdgovXTvlwCLcBGAs/s320/IMAG0544.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; I have a confession to make.&nbsp; One of the reasons that I didn't want to blog about what happened to Oja is that I felt horribly guilty and ashamed about what happened to her.&nbsp; The other reason is that this is what greets me whenever I start to upload pictures from my camera.&nbsp; This is Oja in her prime, Alpha cat and mighty boss of the house.&nbsp; Now that I have told you all about it, I feel much better.&nbsp; Now let's get on to the new cats.&nbsp; There are four of them, but they came in pairs, sort of.&nbsp; I got 2 cats fairly close together, then a long time passed and I got another 2 close together, so I am going to introduce them 2 at a time.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwld5_Vf3o8/WjRbDHj32gI/AAAAAAAAE48/1HiklSQGeD4HdKxiBdm8TP3eslO-mJRuACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwld5_Vf3o8/WjRbDHj32gI/AAAAAAAAE48/1HiklSQGeD4HdKxiBdm8TP3eslO-mJRuACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0713.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqlhniEYV2o/WjRbErd7U3I/AAAAAAAAE5A/OajwDndqNIIEFjT_TzKhtsMR1CgDE8QbACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqlhniEYV2o/WjRbErd7U3I/AAAAAAAAE5A/OajwDndqNIIEFjT_TzKhtsMR1CgDE8QbACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0724.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div>Gandalf:&nbsp; Hi, I'm Gandalf.&nbsp; I arrived without a name, so Mom gave me one.&nbsp; I was found wandering around the rail yard in Santa Fe and was obviously a pet, so I was taken straight to the shelter and efforts were made to find my parents, but no one came forward.&nbsp; Since I was so friendly and adoptable, they tested me and found that I am FeLV+.&nbsp; The shelter contacted Felines and Friends and they contacted Mom and I came here.&nbsp; I arrived late last February,&nbsp; just before Spyro and Horus left.&nbsp; When they went away, that left a power vacuum.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; Spyro immediately took over as Alpha when Oja disappeared.&nbsp; He knew that she wasn't coming back before I did.&nbsp; Horus was next in line, but he was gone, too.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gandalf:&nbsp; Oh, the photos.&nbsp; The top one is my arrival photo in the safe room.&nbsp; I stayed in there one night and then joined the rest of the kitties.&nbsp; The bottom one is how I look today.&nbsp; Anyway, somecat had to take over as Alpha.&nbsp; I was the tallest and longest, so I thought that I should be Alpha.&nbsp; Rocio had been here the longest, so he thought that he should.&nbsp; Bambino was Spyro's lieutenant, so he thought that he should.&nbsp; Anyway, the three of us were fairly amicably try to sort things out when Clancy showed up and changed everything.&nbsp; I split.</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; Gandalf got out the door.&nbsp; I had gotten careless with no escape cats in the house.&nbsp; I saw his tail disappear around the corner of the house and went to get him, but he had completely disappeared.&nbsp; I hunted and hunted for him and did all the usual things but there was no sign of him for three whole weeks.&nbsp; Then one day, I was approaching the screen door and saw a familiar tail go by.&nbsp; I rushed out and Gandalf was in the back yard, but he ran and jumped over the fence and I lost him again.&nbsp; I put up another lost cat notice on the town news about town website and got an immediate reply that one of my neighbors had put up a found cat notice saying that he had been hanging around her house, eating dog food for a week.&nbsp; I got him back the next evening.&nbsp; He wouldn't let the neighbor lady near him the first day. I have no idea where he was the first two weeks, but he came home too skinny.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gandalf:&nbsp; By the time I got back, Clancy had established himself as the new Alpha, so I made buddies with him.&nbsp; I was the first cat to make friends with him.&nbsp; Things started to settle down a bit after that.&nbsp; Things are pretty calm now and I haven't gone near an open door since I got home again.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uFpttQfMcs/WjRh78fslEI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/-M66EeEMCMY8n5urpeYDtCKJA_lonZTigCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uFpttQfMcs/WjRh78fslEI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/-M66EeEMCMY8n5urpeYDtCKJA_lonZTigCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0709.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOqDGmO8_Vk/WjRh97K8n6I/AAAAAAAAE5U/-8dEzhnMoxgtkgvk4JOu_dFC4dodBRwhwCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOqDGmO8_Vk/WjRh97K8n6I/AAAAAAAAE5U/-8dEzhnMoxgtkgvk4JOu_dFC4dodBRwhwCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0722.JPG" width="320" /></a></div></div>Clancy: I'm Clancy.&nbsp; I'm a rough, tough street cat with an attitude.&nbsp; I was caught in a Trap, Neuter and Release program when I was one year old.&nbsp; I was trapped, neutered, had my ear tipped and tested.&nbsp; When I came out FeLV+ I was put on death row because of my attitude, but a nice foster lady rescued me.&nbsp; She fostered all kinds of cats, so I was put in a small bedroom by myself.&nbsp; I could hear and smell all the rest of the cats having the run of the house and it made me mad.&nbsp; Finally my attitude got so bad that she said that she couldn't take care of me anymore and she contacted F&amp;F, who contacted Mom and I came here.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; Clancy was most likely born a street cat and had to fight for scraps until he was caught.&nbsp; Then he spent two years in a small bedroom by himself, so he never got socialized with other cats.&nbsp; He was a real handful when he arrived, as he wasn't overly fond of people, either.<br /><br />Clancy:&nbsp; When I arrived, the first thing Karen Jo did was put me in another small bedroom and shut the door on me.&nbsp; I loudly announced my displeasure with that arrangement, so she let me out.&nbsp; Wow, a whole big house to roam around in and 6 other cats.&nbsp; I didn't know what to do with them, so I hissed and growled at all of them.&nbsp; Then one of them disappeared.&nbsp; I quickly sized up the situation.&nbsp; There was no Alpha cat here.&nbsp; I am a big, tough mancat, so I took over.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; Clancy weighs in at 16 pounds and the vet assures me that he is not overweight.&nbsp; That means that he's even longer and taller than Herman was.&nbsp; He is also very strong.<br /><br />Clancy:&nbsp; All the other cats quickly learned who was the new boss, even though none of them liked me.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; You were too rough with them.&nbsp; Their last two Alphas ruled by the occasional smack on the head.&nbsp; You rule by fear.<br /><br />Clancy:&nbsp; So?&nbsp; Anyway, the gray and white cat came back and he made friends with me, but even he screamed.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; You were still too rough.&nbsp; Yes, Gandalf wanted to play with you, but you chased him like you wanted to tear him apart and you used your claws when he tried to kitty wrestle with you.<br /><br />Clancy:&nbsp; I have learned a lot in the meantime.&nbsp; Now most of the other kitties either like me or tolerate me.&nbsp; Bambino still hates me, though.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; Bambino had convinced Gandalf and had almost persuaded Rocio that he should be the new Alpha when you showed up.<br /><br />Clancy:&nbsp; How did he manage that?&nbsp; He's just a little squirt.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; The same way that Oja and Spyro did.&nbsp; By displaying leadership qualities and a willingness to keep the other kitties in line with the occasional smack on the head.<br /><br />Clancy:&nbsp; I like my way better.&nbsp; I am much more gentle now.&nbsp; Gandalf and I play together with no screaming.&nbsp; The new kitten loves me.<br /><br />Karen Jo:&nbsp; She will get her chance to talk next time.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-34545948000771071352017-12-14T17:52:00.000-07:002017-12-14T17:52:53.029-07:00Departures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeiSxNqcPs/WjMG5zE55TI/AAAAAAAAE30/fj4X1lG_ULAkJuo0NEpjAkXcgTGjqD2cgCLcBGAs/s1600/435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iWeiSxNqcPs/WjMG5zE55TI/AAAAAAAAE30/fj4X1lG_ULAkJuo0NEpjAkXcgTGjqD2cgCLcBGAs/s320/435.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Karen Jo:&nbsp; It's been nearly two years since I last blogged.&nbsp; Lots has happened and I will try to explain what happened as best I can.&nbsp; A couple of weeks after Bentley went to the Rainbow Bridge, Oja just plain disappeared.&nbsp; Above is the first picture that I ever took of her and below is the last.&nbsp; She had been acting strangely since before Bentley got sick.&nbsp; She wasn't friendly toward the other cats any more, she stopped sleeping on the bed with me and she got so aggressive toward Missy that Spyro and Bambino smacked her to make her stop.&nbsp; That's when Missy moved in with Jonny.&nbsp; Then she was gone.&nbsp; I couldn't believe that fat cat Oja could have gotten out of the house unnoticed, so I spent five days tearing the house apart trying to find her.&nbsp; Yes, I did look outside for her the first day that she was gone, but she had never, ever left the yard and there was no sign of her.&nbsp; I put up a lost cat notice and got several mistaken sightings.&nbsp; Finally I had to accept that she was gone.&nbsp; My theory is that her changed behavior was the result of an flare-up of her FeLV and being the Alpha, she didn't want anyone, including me, to know about it, so she found a way to sneak out, somehow.&nbsp; Then she ran off to find a place to die.&nbsp; She was never found.&nbsp; This was quite a blow.&nbsp; Oja was part of the happy threesome that I had for quite a while: Herman, Spyro and Oja.&nbsp; When Herman left, Oja took his place on the bed, so I wouldn't be so lonely and she loved the attention.&nbsp; She adored getting attention from me from the very beginning.&nbsp; I still miss her a lot.<br /><br />A couple of months after Oja left, Jonny left, too.&nbsp; He was getting bolder and letting me see him more.&nbsp; He loved having Missy in his room and I sometimes saw the two of them cuddled up together on the couch when I peeked in.&nbsp; I used to leave his door open while I got his and Missy's food, because sometimes Bambino or Spyro wanted to drop in for a little visit.&nbsp; One night I came down the hall with Missy's food bowl and Jonny was actually out in the hall, looking around.&nbsp; He dashed right back in again when he saw me, but I thought that it was tremendous progress.&nbsp; Unfortunately, when I opened the door the next morning for breakfast, Missy came tearing out like her tail was on fire.&nbsp; Jonny was dead, next to his food bowl.&nbsp; It looked like he was waiting to be fed, until I got close up and found that he had run off to the Bridge.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24-b9GSE-bk/WjMHXSa7QLI/AAAAAAAAE34/fdbs0pYZJtUhogOzO7OIigtiXVvhCAQSQCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24-b9GSE-bk/WjMHXSa7QLI/AAAAAAAAE34/fdbs0pYZJtUhogOzO7OIigtiXVvhCAQSQCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0572.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPrWTIaEpKk/WjMIt0b0DPI/AAAAAAAAE4E/tTs_bCPGCHQL_eNQox1QBb-wF_ACNpe4QCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IPrWTIaEpKk/WjMIt0b0DPI/AAAAAAAAE4E/tTs_bCPGCHQL_eNQox1QBb-wF_ACNpe4QCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0712.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1Atvmk36Vk/WjMQ8GI0VsI/AAAAAAAAE4g/6yN9xEpKhDQl_zl3dVQe7BEWNfBmwOc4ACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: #0066cc; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1Atvmk36Vk/WjMQ8GI0VsI/AAAAAAAAE4g/6yN9xEpKhDQl_zl3dVQe7BEWNfBmwOc4ACLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0717.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><u></u>I can't seem to get between the two pictures above.&nbsp; The top one is Sea Shell.&nbsp; She never got blogged about at all.&nbsp; I only had her a few months.&nbsp; She came to live here March 2016 at 5 months old.&nbsp; That made her one month younger than Maddie and Maddie loved it.&nbsp; Because Missy and Jonny were in the safe room, I put Sea Shell in the computer room and let the other cats visit, as Sea Shell didn't object.&nbsp; Maddie found her right away and decided to move in.&nbsp; The two of them became fast friends almost instantly.&nbsp; In a week, they were romping all over the house together.&nbsp; They had a wonderful time for six months, then Sea Shell got sick.&nbsp; It was a FeLV flare-up.&nbsp; There is a new drug that came out just in time for me to try it on Brody and Cissy, but it didn't help them.&nbsp; I decided to try it on Sea Shell and it seemed to be working.&nbsp; Sea Shell was getting stronger and gaining back some of the weight she had lost and was even showing interest in Maddie again.&nbsp; Then she just crashed.&nbsp; I rushed her into the vet and discovered that her spleen was very inflamed and she had some weird growths on her foreleg.&nbsp; The vet kept her and removed her spleen and the growths and sent them off for analysis.&nbsp; Sea Shell didn't get any better and we helped her to the Bridge.&nbsp; She was 13 months old.&nbsp; The analysis showed that she had developed cancer of the blood vessels.<br /><br />The picture immediately above is Missy Mysterious.&nbsp; With Oja and Jonny both gone, Missy moved out of the safe room and mostly hung out in my room and the computer room.&nbsp; About a month after Sea Shell went to the Bridge, I went into the kitchen to get breakfast for the kitties and found her on the floor, crying pitifully.&nbsp; I immediately called the vet and was told that there were no openings, but I could bring her in and leave her and a vet would look at her when one of them got a chance, so off we went.&nbsp; She was so weak that I didn't even put her in a PTU, just carried her in wrapped in a warm towel.&nbsp; The receptionist took one look at her and whisked her off to the back room, where the surgeon who operated on Sea Shell examined her.&nbsp; They called me back there.&nbsp; Something really bad had happened really quickly and she needed to be helped to the Bridge, because whatever had happened was causing her pain.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--q0__RhXM8I/WjMI40ZuLFI/AAAAAAAAE4I/4Xu37iP_QRM4lT2PiNlkDU2JZkai1j0ZwCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/--q0__RhXM8I/WjMI40ZuLFI/AAAAAAAAE4I/4Xu37iP_QRM4lT2PiNlkDU2JZkai1j0ZwCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0479.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1Atvmk36Vk/WjMQ8GI0VsI/AAAAAAAAE4g/6yN9xEpKhDQl_zl3dVQe7BEWNfBmwOc4ACLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Now for some departures of a different kind.&nbsp; I don't remember if I ever said this before, but if a FeLV+ cat lives for over four years without a flare-up, there is a chance that they have beaten the disease and are completely healthy again.&nbsp; Here are a couple of success stories.&nbsp; Spyro, above, Horus and Bambino had all gone their four years with no problems, so they were all retested.&nbsp; All three of them tested negative on the first round.&nbsp; Then we wait at least three months and try again.&nbsp; Spyro and Horus tested negative on the second round and Bambino tested positive.&nbsp; Spyro and Horus got whisked off back to Feline and Friends of Santa Fe to be adopted as normal cats.&nbsp; They both found forever homes.&nbsp; Spyro got a home with a cat buddy, which made him very happy.&nbsp; Bambino is still here with me.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4ThZdhJ4IQ/WjMJPOu6x-I/AAAAAAAAE4Q/L98OZ6vFiqsI2S96NDlrZQt3qyCl-Z-TgCLcBGAs/s1600/GEDC0695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4ThZdhJ4IQ/WjMJPOu6x-I/AAAAAAAAE4Q/L98OZ6vFiqsI2S96NDlrZQt3qyCl-Z-TgCLcBGAs/s320/GEDC0695.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Horus, above, got adopted as an only cat, which is what he had always wanted.&nbsp; They are both very happy in their new homes.&nbsp; This happened about a year ago.<br /><br />Losing so many cats in what has seemed such a short period of time really floored me.&nbsp; All of the happy threesome that I had for so long are gone now, though I am delighted that Spyro is well and happy now in a new home.&nbsp; So that's why I haven't been blogging.&nbsp; I didn't feel like reporting on death after death, then I just got out of the habit.<br /><br />There are always arrivals as well as departures.&nbsp; I will tell you about them next time.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-17371115308639186402016-02-13T15:32:00.000-07:002016-02-13T15:32:03.631-07:00Vet Visit and a SurpriseJoni: The silly Food Lady thought I was sick.<br /><br />Karen Jo: You hadn't been eating properly in over a month.<br /><br />Joni: She came looking for me and I ran away from her and that didn't give her a clue that I wasn't sick.<br /><br />Karen Jo: You were so still and you let me touch you.<br /><br />Joni: &nbsp;You never heard of playing possum?<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I called the vet and made you an appointment for the next day (Thursday).<br /><br />Joni: And where was I when you came looking for me?<br /><br />Karen Jo: In a sort of tent I made with the sofa cushions up on some storage boxes.<br /><br />Joni: And that didn't give you a clue?<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I had to be sure that you weren't sick by taking you to the vet.<br /><br />Joni: &nbsp;She had to chase me all over my room and when she caught me I fought like crazy and got away twice and she still didn't get a clue. She put me in a PTU and packed me off to the vet. &nbsp;I told them a thing or two, until one of them stabbed me and I went to sleep. &nbsp;When I woke up I discovered that they had stolen some of my blood and my pee. &nbsp;And what did they find out after all that? &nbsp;I'm a strong, healthy MANCAT. &nbsp;That's right, I'm a mancat. &nbsp;So what are you going to do about that, silly Food Lady?<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I'm glad I took you in. &nbsp;Now I know for sure that you are a strong, healthy mancat with strange eating habits. &nbsp;I changed your name to Jonathan and I'm going to call you Jonny from now on.<br /><br />Jonny: &nbsp;Good. At least you put my room back together after tearing it all apart trying to catch me.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmyCFRTLs3U/Vr-sfkZO3fI/AAAAAAAAE10/cB8Yo09Wtnc/s1600/GEDC0627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmyCFRTLs3U/Vr-sfkZO3fI/AAAAAAAAE10/cB8Yo09Wtnc/s320/GEDC0627.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Missy: &nbsp;Mom needs to take some new pictures of me.<br /><br />Karen Jo: I would if you would stop running away from the camera.<br /><br />Missy: I moved in with Jonny about a week ago. &nbsp;It gets me away from Oja and gives Jonny some company.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;You are one smart kitty, Missy. &nbsp;The vet even said that having Missy in his room might be good for Jonny. &nbsp;She could show him that it's safe to be out in the open and that I'm a nice lady.<br /><br />Jonny: &nbsp;You are NOT a nice lady. &nbsp;I like having Missy around though. &nbsp;She's nice.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-76061756048565833932016-02-03T13:24:00.000-07:002016-02-03T13:24:40.620-07:00Comings and Goings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtuhqZzZ8J0/VrJXS_0PzeI/AAAAAAAAE1A/M8sSlcgL7aQ/s1600/GEDC0627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtuhqZzZ8J0/VrJXS_0PzeI/AAAAAAAAE1A/M8sSlcgL7aQ/s320/GEDC0627.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Karen Jo: A word of explanation first. &nbsp;About a year and a half ago my cousin persuaded me to join Facebook in order to keep in touch with my far-flung relatives easier and it certainly worked. &nbsp;Unfortunately, I got all involved in the games and have been neglecting my blog shamefully. &nbsp;I shall have to find the time to do better.<br /><br />Mysterious: What about ME?<br /><br />Karen Jo: Go ahead and introduce yourself, Missy.<br /><br />Mysterious: &nbsp;Hi, everyone. &nbsp;My name is Mysterious, but Mom calls me Missy. &nbsp;A nice vet lady found me wandering around near her clinic in Espanola and took me in and tested me. &nbsp;When it turned out that I was FeLV+ she contacted Felines and Friends and they contacted Karen Jo. &nbsp;I have been here for about three months and I love it, mostly. &nbsp;Oja is mean to me.<br /><br />Oja: &nbsp;You have to know that I am the boss around here. &nbsp;I don't want you trying to take over my Alphaship.<br /><br />Mysterious: &nbsp;I don't want your old Alphaship. &nbsp;I just want to be left in peace.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CmUuoPoTEw/VrJXZyf-3GI/AAAAAAAAE1E/1uK6aJ31MIg/s1600/GEDC0676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CmUuoPoTEw/VrJXZyf-3GI/AAAAAAAAE1E/1uK6aJ31MIg/s320/GEDC0676.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Maddie: Hi, everyone. &nbsp;My name is Maddie. &nbsp;I am five months old. &nbsp;I don't remember much about the before time. &nbsp;I just remember being put into a cage and being stuck with needles and being put to sleep and waking up with a sore tummy and being put back into a cage. &nbsp;A nice man came and put me into a PTU and gave me a ride in a car and I ended up here. &nbsp;I LOVE it here. &nbsp;There are so many kitties and toys and good food and TREATS! &nbsp;Horus and I wrestle every day and I have FUN, FUN, FUN!<br /><br />Karen Jo: Below is the only decent picture I ever got of Bentley. &nbsp;A good reason to start blogging regularly again, so I have pictures. &nbsp;Sadly, Bentley strolled off to the Rainbow Bridge the week before Christmas. &nbsp;His FeLV flared up and he left an hour and 20 minutes before his vet appointment. &nbsp;If I am right about how he ended up outside, he is already with his person in Heaven. &nbsp;I hope so. &nbsp;He was such a dear old fellow.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKSPtWFS8TE/VrJV7HnErwI/AAAAAAAAE04/MQ9v_x3TaME/s1600/GEDC0557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKSPtWFS8TE/VrJV7HnErwI/AAAAAAAAE04/MQ9v_x3TaME/s320/GEDC0557.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CY8w5lpHgaQ/VrJXwmlla4I/AAAAAAAAE1Q/uIRjNQT4pTc/s1600/GEDC0679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CY8w5lpHgaQ/VrJXwmlla4I/AAAAAAAAE1Q/uIRjNQT4pTc/s320/GEDC0679.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Rocio: Here I am sunning myself. &nbsp;Our weather can't make up it's mind whether to snow or shine. &nbsp;I like the shine much better. &nbsp;The new kitties are great, though Maddie is a treat thief.<br /><br />Maddie: You just don't eat them fast enough.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaP5-HBv6yo/VrJX-fJ7T3I/AAAAAAAAE1U/8glec9FQVFo/s1600/GEDC0681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaP5-HBv6yo/VrJX-fJ7T3I/AAAAAAAAE1U/8glec9FQVFo/s320/GEDC0681.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Bambino: I love the new kitties. &nbsp;Missy is a little stand-offish, but Maddie is a ball to have around.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3mS8ubRXwM/VrJYJAlTJeI/AAAAAAAAE1c/9usToQB7vjk/s1600/GEDC0685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3mS8ubRXwM/VrJYJAlTJeI/AAAAAAAAE1c/9usToQB7vjk/s320/GEDC0685.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Horus: &nbsp;Here I am in the kitchen. &nbsp;I am hoping that Mom will open the back door, so I can escape. &nbsp;I love romping around outside and I don't care how cold it is. &nbsp;I want <i>out!</i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gp6TJKbn0GE/VrJYQpukqaI/AAAAAAAAE1g/yFsUmVRyOi4/s1600/GEDC0680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gp6TJKbn0GE/VrJYQpukqaI/AAAAAAAAE1g/yFsUmVRyOi4/s320/GEDC0680.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Julius: &nbsp;I am still scared of Mom. &nbsp;I don't know why. &nbsp;She is very nice to me and gives me treats, but I won't let her very close to me at all. &nbsp;Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when I am very sure that she is asleep, I will jump up on the bed and sleep on her feet. &nbsp;If she moves and inch, I'm off.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBYO-c8n7t8/VrJYV4IeAtI/AAAAAAAAE1k/o2AaA2-sYkE/s1600/GEDC0686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBYO-c8n7t8/VrJYV4IeAtI/AAAAAAAAE1k/o2AaA2-sYkE/s320/GEDC0686.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Tabitha: I am in the computer room, just hanging out. &nbsp;See that big tiger behind me? &nbsp;It's a giant cardboard scratcher that Mom brought home one day. &nbsp;We all love it.<br /><br />Karen Jo: It was pretty expensive, but I had been looking at it for months. &nbsp;When I found out that the pet supply store was having to move and would be closed for a while, I just bought it. &nbsp;I'm glad that I did.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TFXUwWwfzA/VrJXhFSUi5I/AAAAAAAAE1I/PKetLS1hUXg/s1600/GEDC0682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TFXUwWwfzA/VrJXhFSUi5I/AAAAAAAAE1I/PKetLS1hUXg/s320/GEDC0682.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Spyro: &nbsp;It looks like I'm inspecting Mom's big duster, but I'm really waiting for her to open the back door, so I can run out. &nbsp;It's so sunny and looks warm to me.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;It's freezing out there.<br /><br />Spyro: I want to find out for myself. &nbsp;If it's too cold, I'll come right back in. &nbsp;Please let me out?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YWOfEKE7aPo/VrJXnpsUfhI/AAAAAAAAE1M/ID9d9MkfR60/s1600/GEDC0677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YWOfEKE7aPo/VrJXnpsUfhI/AAAAAAAAE1M/ID9d9MkfR60/s320/GEDC0677.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Oja: &nbsp;I'm just hanging out in the living room. &nbsp;I just might move over to that nice sun puddle in a minute. &nbsp;I do wish Mom would stop bringing home new kitties. &nbsp;I have to give each one of them the lecture on how to behave around me.<br /><br />Maddie: &nbsp;I listened the first time and haven't bugged you since. &nbsp;I wish you would leave my friend Missy alone.<br /><br />Joni: &nbsp;I'm still in my room. &nbsp;I am never coming out. &nbsp;Mean Mom kicked me out of the closet and shut the door.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I was afraid that if you got sick or something, I wouldn't be able to get to you. &nbsp;I made a new hiding place near the closet with some boxes for you.<br /><br />Joni: &nbsp;I don't like it. &nbsp;I'm staying under the couch.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-45896877260453786312015-08-31T18:04:00.000-06:002015-08-31T18:04:19.805-06:00Introducing JoniJoni: Hi I'm the newest addition to the cat family. &nbsp;I'm feral and 10 years old. &nbsp;For the last several years a very nice old man was taking care of me and my buddy. &nbsp;He fed and watered us and let us in the house in bad weather. &nbsp;We had a cat door to come and go as we pleased, but we mostly stayed outdoors. &nbsp;One day there was no food or water and the cat door was locked. &nbsp;We were very sad.<br /><br />Karen Jo: The nice old man went to Heaven.<br /><br />Joni: &nbsp;The next day or so we found food in cages. &nbsp;We were so hungry that we went in and were caught. &nbsp;My buddy tested negative, but I tested positive, so we were separated. &nbsp;I was due to be packed off the the Rainbow Bridge because of my age and distrust of people, but Felines &amp; Friends rescued me. &nbsp;There is a place in Utah for cats like me. &nbsp;A refuge for feral FeLV+ cats where we can run around outside all we want and F&amp;F wants to send me there. &nbsp;The problem is that they are at capacity now and I have to wait. &nbsp;The only place F&amp;F had for me was a cage, so Karen Jo got called in to help.<br /><br />Now I have my very own room and lots of food and water and toys and a window to look out of. &nbsp;Karen Jo leaves me alone and doesn't come looking for me. &nbsp;She just comes in and leaves the food and water and goes away, closing the door behind her. &nbsp;I like it here in this room and have no desire to ever leave it. &nbsp;I miss my buddy, but Bambino and sometimes other cats come in to visit. &nbsp;Sometimes Bambino even spends the night with me. &nbsp;It's too scary outside my room. &nbsp;Do &nbsp;you know what's out there? &nbsp;I'll show you:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQD-Mf6HRN0/VeTncgrJGTI/AAAAAAAAEzo/J2WSTKoYC1w/s1600/GEDC0510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eQD-Mf6HRN0/VeTncgrJGTI/AAAAAAAAEzo/J2WSTKoYC1w/s320/GEDC0510.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Spyro: &nbsp;Come on out. &nbsp;I love other kitties. &nbsp;I have come in to see you and I like you.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmpOce_hv38/VeTnjZiJ1kI/AAAAAAAAEzw/Vr06atzmBSs/s1600/GEDC0572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmpOce_hv38/VeTnjZiJ1kI/AAAAAAAAEzw/Vr06atzmBSs/s320/GEDC0572.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Oja: &nbsp;You can come out if you want. &nbsp;Just remember that I am the boss around here.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GE4ZGb9fSs8/VeTnyVHNsfI/AAAAAAAAEz4/tt8rewCitgQ/s1600/GEDC0573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GE4ZGb9fSs8/VeTnyVHNsfI/AAAAAAAAEz4/tt8rewCitgQ/s320/GEDC0573.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Rocio: &nbsp;Stay in your room. &nbsp;If you come out I will hiss at you.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;Rocio, you have been in to visit Joni and you didn't hiss at her then.<br /><br />Rocio: &nbsp;That was in her room, her territory. &nbsp;If she comes out here, I will hiss at her.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC9Z8UKh0jU/VeTn_NpPxtI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Q93AILPUPwU/s1600/GEDC0575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZC9Z8UKh0jU/VeTn_NpPxtI/AAAAAAAAE0A/Q93AILPUPwU/s320/GEDC0575.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Bambino: &nbsp;Please come out. &nbsp;I want to play with you so much.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBUq1uWyzeo/VeToJSsiNkI/AAAAAAAAE0I/8bZ2G9daGxk/s1600/GEDC0577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KBUq1uWyzeo/VeToJSsiNkI/AAAAAAAAE0I/8bZ2G9daGxk/s320/GEDC0577.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Horus: &nbsp;Stay in your room. &nbsp;I don't like new kitties and I will hiss at you.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DKDsNz707tA/VeToT_lrweI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/TMVHrpGkHxU/s1600/GEDC0574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DKDsNz707tA/VeToT_lrweI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/TMVHrpGkHxU/s320/GEDC0574.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Julius: &nbsp;Please come out. &nbsp;I love new kitties and I want to play with you. &nbsp;I would come visit, but I'm too scared of the Mom to go in when she opens the door.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nYEsCNh8YeQ/VeTofAY12mI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/KhkJBEdcnN0/s1600/GEDC0569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nYEsCNh8YeQ/VeTofAY12mI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/KhkJBEdcnN0/s320/GEDC0569.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Tabitha: Come on out. &nbsp;I like all kitties and want to make friends.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B71xLy_shTs/VeTooqWKTuI/AAAAAAAAE0g/X1Sn8D1biFk/s1600/GEDC0557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B71xLy_shTs/VeTooqWKTuI/AAAAAAAAE0g/X1Sn8D1biFk/s320/GEDC0557.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Bentley: &nbsp;Come out. &nbsp;That room belongs to me and the Mom had no right to give it to you. &nbsp;I want it back.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;Bentley, that's not nice. &nbsp;Each kitty in turn has had that room to themselves for a while. &nbsp;It's Joni's turn.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I haven't found my camera yet. &nbsp;If I don't find it soon, I guess I'll use my phone. &nbsp;I forgot to say yesterday that one reason Bentley was so grumpy when he arrived was that he had four rotten teeth and was in pain. &nbsp;Once we got him all fixed up, he mellowed tremendously.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-80832716668977289962015-08-29T17:00:00.000-06:002015-08-29T17:00:56.414-06:00Meet BentleyHi, it's been so long since I've blogged that you've all probably forgotten about me. &nbsp;Losing Brody and Cissy really knocked the stuffing out of me. &nbsp;I had faithfully promised the vet lady who had found them and hand-raised them (they were abandoned by their mother at birth) that I would take good care of them for the rest of their lives. &nbsp;When that turned out to be only a matter of months I felt awful and guilty, though there was nothing more I could have done. &nbsp;I lost my heart for blogging and went back to playing games and one thing followed another and I just didn't blog. &nbsp;I feel better about the whole thing now and will try to blog fairly regularly, though my life is rather hectic right now and I don't know how often I will do it. &nbsp;It's been so long that I can't find my camera. &nbsp;I had my bedroom windows replaced with more efficient ones and everything got packed up. &nbsp;I will make a concerted effort to find it. &nbsp;There have been two more additions to my cat family and I'm going to start with Bentley.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EaKJV5_wUfY/VeIzcWLuopI/AAAAAAAAEzU/AzmOwVatAK4/s1600/Bentley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EaKJV5_wUfY/VeIzcWLuopI/AAAAAAAAEzU/AzmOwVatAK4/s320/Bentley.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bentley: Hi, I came to live here several months ago. &nbsp;I had a pretty good life for most of my life, despite being front declawed. &nbsp;I'm 13 years old and shortly before I came here some mean people got hold of me and turned me into an outside cat. &nbsp;That's how I got FeLV. &nbsp;I lost all trust in people and started to dislike everyone and everything. &nbsp;Some other people came and put me in a cage and took me to the vet, which I hated. &nbsp;I hissed and snarled at them all. &nbsp;I was diagnosed and it was suggested that because of my age and my nasty disposition that I be packed off to the Rainbow Bridge. &nbsp;Luckily for me the Humane Society stepped in and they rescued me. &nbsp;They contacted Felines &amp; Friends of Santa Fe and they contacted Karen Jo. &nbsp;She took me in, but I didn't like her either.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Timed passed and Karen Jo kept petting me through the hisses and snarls and I finally decided that not only was she ok, she was great. &nbsp;I call her Mom now. &nbsp;At first I stayed in my room, but that got boring after a couple of days, so I came out and started hissing and snarling at all the other kitties who live here. &nbsp;Eventually I settled down and stopped hissing and growling at the other kitties, except Oja. &nbsp;I don't like her at all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oja: That's because I let you know right away who's the boss around here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bentley: Oh, go ahead. &nbsp;Rub it in. &nbsp;I'm the oldest, so I should be boss.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oja: &nbsp;I was boss before you came and I am going to stay the boss. &nbsp;Just get used to it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bentley: &nbsp;Anyway, things were going great until Mom got mean and gave my room to another cat. &nbsp;I stayed mad about that for a couple of weeks. &nbsp;I got used to it, though, and things are back to normal. &nbsp;I spend most of my time just lying around, but I do love to get attention from Mom. &nbsp;I also love large catnip toys. &nbsp;I rub my face all over them and drool on them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Spyro: &nbsp;Much to the disgust of us other catnip toy lovers. &nbsp;Bentley drool is a bit off-putting when I want to rub my face all over a catnip toy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bentley: &nbsp;Big deal. &nbsp;It dries in just a little while and there are plenty of toys to go around. &nbsp;I don't indulge in kitty wrestling, which is a big sport around here. &nbsp;I snarl at any kitty who tries it with me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bambino: &nbsp;I'm the only one who tried it and you smacked me in the head. &nbsp;I won't try it again, I promise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tabitha: Bentley smacked me in the head, too, and I was only trying to be friendly. &nbsp;I rubbed up against him and he hit me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bentley: I am sorry about that one. I wasn't used to you yet. &nbsp;I won't smack you again unless you pounce me like Bambino did. &nbsp;I still miss my room and go in sometimes when the door is open, which isn't often. &nbsp;There's a weird kitty in there who hides all the time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen Jo: That's Joni. &nbsp;We'll talk about her next time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-88907447717109891752014-11-19T10:23:00.002-07:002014-11-19T10:24:42.428-07:00Farewell Cissy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMTbS085LPs/VGzL1ZgHzaI/AAAAAAAAExY/FnXDJKrcZII/s1600/GEDC0528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fMTbS085LPs/VGzL1ZgHzaI/AAAAAAAAExY/FnXDJKrcZII/s1600/GEDC0528.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Karen Jo: &nbsp;This is the last picture I took of Cissy and I'm glad she was out of her cave. &nbsp;I was going to write a really upbeat post about Cissy. &nbsp;She was moving around the house more and Monday morning I woke up to find her sleeping on my feet. &nbsp;I had noticed that her abdominal muscles were working in an unusual manner on Sunday, but I thought she was working a hairball through or something. &nbsp;Monday afternoon it became apparent that she was having difficulty breathing, so I called the vet and had her taken in on an emergency basis. &nbsp;Her chest cavity was full of fluid. &nbsp;She had only 1/4 breathing capacity. &nbsp;The vet said she had the equipment and training to drain Cissy's chest, but she had only done it once before and fatal stuff could go wrong. &nbsp;I told her to go ahead since Cissy was so bad already. &nbsp;The vet came out again a few minutes later to tell me that Cissy had gone into cardiac arrest and I told her to just let Cissy go. &nbsp;The vet had just set Cissy up for another x-ray so she could be sure of the best place to put the needle when Cissy decided that it was Rainbow Bridge time. &nbsp;Brody was probably calling her.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7fByGCdRME/VGzL6aDgJcI/AAAAAAAAExg/WGrM_CcYk_U/s1600/IMAG0343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7fByGCdRME/VGzL6aDgJcI/AAAAAAAAExg/WGrM_CcYk_U/s1600/IMAG0343.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;I missed Herman's remembrance day, which was Veteran's Day, so I thought I would just add it on here. &nbsp;I was sad and lonely after my Mother's death and I found a notice of a cat who was sad and lonely and desperately needed a forever home. &nbsp;He was FIV+ and FeLV+ so no one would adopt him. &nbsp;I went to see him and it was love at first sight for both of us. &nbsp;Herman got lonely for feline company and I heard about Emma and brought her home. &nbsp;I have written many times about how they didn't get along, but most of the time they sort of got along. &nbsp;There always seemed to be a truce at the buffet. &nbsp;They greeted Cissy at the Bridge.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezWRQrOpbCk/VGzMCG7GGnI/AAAAAAAAExo/xkc7-rPkBCI/s1600/IMAG0650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezWRQrOpbCk/VGzMCG7GGnI/AAAAAAAAExo/xkc7-rPkBCI/s1600/IMAG0650.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Austin was also there to greet her and ask how his buddy Rocio was getting along.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDw4c2Wgk7A/VGzMRo0cZzI/AAAAAAAAExw/9VIjO_8PKrA/s1600/GEDC0485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cDw4c2Wgk7A/VGzMRo0cZzI/AAAAAAAAExw/9VIjO_8PKrA/s1600/GEDC0485.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Of course Brody ran to greet her. &nbsp;I am sure they were both thrilled to be reunited.<br /><br />On another note, Tabitha went to the vet for her first rabies shot and checkup. &nbsp;She is 100% healthy and needs another FeLV test when she turns one, as she may be fighting it off now, as the vet noticed some activity in her lymph system. Go, Tabitha!Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com63tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-13015167562972711682014-10-23T21:47:00.000-06:002014-10-23T21:47:50.339-06:00Vet Visits<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AC8woOOMvQ/VEnF2eQxTGI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/TZhD2cVrbqE/s1600/GEDC0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AC8woOOMvQ/VEnF2eQxTGI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/TZhD2cVrbqE/s1600/GEDC0512.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Oja: &nbsp;I am taking a well-deserved nap in a sun puddle. &nbsp;I was curled up next to Mom last night. &nbsp;She had insomnia, so I got lots and lots of petting. &nbsp;All of a sudden I had a coughing fit and scared Mom half to death. &nbsp;She called the vet first thing and got me in this afternoon. &nbsp;I am happy to report that I am 100% normal. &nbsp;The vet said that because I drool when I am being petted, I might have inhaled some of my own saliva. &nbsp;MOL!<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;Don't scare me like that! &nbsp;All I could think of was Brody. I made arrangements to get you to Santa Fe to have your chest aspirated and everything. &nbsp;I am so glad that everything is all right.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ligCFPW7FVs/VEnF-XpGa_I/AAAAAAAAEwY/Oi-wH-368jM/s1600/GEDC0513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ligCFPW7FVs/VEnF-XpGa_I/AAAAAAAAEwY/Oi-wH-368jM/s1600/GEDC0513.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Rocio: I never got to tell you about my own vet visit between Brody's last trip to the vet and his departure for the Rainbow Bridge. &nbsp;I sang the song of our people all the way to the vet, the whole time I was at the vet and all the way home. &nbsp;I drove the vet lady nuts. &nbsp;MOL! &nbsp;I am also 100% normal.<br /><br />Karen Jo; &nbsp;Purevax has come out with a 3-year rabies shot, so you don't have to have another one for 3 years.<br /><br />Rocio: YAY!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvCZHdVOT-s/VEnGDQxs4TI/AAAAAAAAEwg/s4lqR2O8wBA/s1600/GEDC0510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvCZHdVOT-s/VEnGDQxs4TI/AAAAAAAAEwg/s4lqR2O8wBA/s1600/GEDC0510.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Spyro: &nbsp;Mom can't get the throw and pillow back on the table, because some cat is always using Rocio's Mancat cave. &nbsp;We got lots of wonderful sunshine today and I am making the most of it.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SDYS_q1EtWs/VEnGKoMXNsI/AAAAAAAAEwo/uqn7bdI9zWs/s1600/GEDC0516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SDYS_q1EtWs/VEnGKoMXNsI/AAAAAAAAEwo/uqn7bdI9zWs/s1600/GEDC0516.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Bambino: Rocio's Mancat cave is really neat.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTPQQYr0MmU/VEnGR3bEzXI/AAAAAAAAEww/tyJOeJC-EeM/s1600/GEDC0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xTPQQYr0MmU/VEnGR3bEzXI/AAAAAAAAEww/tyJOeJC-EeM/s1600/GEDC0514.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Horus: My paw is out of focus because I decided to wash my face just as Mom snapped the picture.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IgQ2uwIgViQ/VEnGbTdrO0I/AAAAAAAAEw4/dWCLlQmzUvY/s1600/GEDC0509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IgQ2uwIgViQ/VEnGbTdrO0I/AAAAAAAAEw4/dWCLlQmzUvY/s1600/GEDC0509.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Julius: This is the new cube Mom got for us because the purple one is destroyed. &nbsp;I think we will get to tell that story tomorrow. &nbsp;See how close I let Mom get? I let her touch me again today at treat time.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xGM9a9KXWPQ/VEnGbs6qTsI/AAAAAAAAEw8/hUIRoDWQnkE/s1600/GEDC0482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xGM9a9KXWPQ/VEnGbs6qTsI/AAAAAAAAEw8/hUIRoDWQnkE/s1600/GEDC0482.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Cissy: I'm in my cave, as usual when the camera comes out. &nbsp;I am venturing out of the kitchen more and more. &nbsp;I like the new cube.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsSn5K_rBno/VEnGgCFDUEI/AAAAAAAAExI/6QjYzFBuC2o/s1600/GEDC0515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsSn5K_rBno/VEnGgCFDUEI/AAAAAAAAExI/6QjYzFBuC2o/s1600/GEDC0515.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Tabitha: &nbsp;See how long I am? &nbsp;I gave Spyro a tiny growl today when he tried to steal my treats.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;Thank you, everyone, for welcoming us back and all the nice things you said when Brody was sick and when he left. &nbsp;I will try to get around to do a lot of visiting.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-9043369113783863462014-10-22T19:52:00.000-06:002014-10-22T19:52:29.406-06:00Food, Glorious Food!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPn9A7atKZ8/VEhZosXhTGI/AAAAAAAAEvI/_97q1-8cOB0/s1600/GEDC0507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPn9A7atKZ8/VEhZosXhTGI/AAAAAAAAEvI/_97q1-8cOB0/s1600/GEDC0507.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Spyro: &nbsp;Mom is finally going to get back to blogging. &nbsp;You know what prodded her to blog again? &nbsp;Her cousin talked her into joining Facebook and that reminded her of blogging. &nbsp;We all miss Brody very much, but he left behind some awesome food.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I bought Brody Elegant Medleys, Mornings, Delights and broth to tempt his appetite and it worked. &nbsp;He ate right up until the day he left for the Rainbow Bridge.<br /><br />Spyro: &nbsp;Mom gave us some of this special food along with our regular Stinky Goodness. &nbsp;It was delish. &nbsp;We all had some, even Oja, who isn't supposed to eat anything but pate style Stinky Goodness.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCYQdCOUgGk/VEhZtkGvvHI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/7jIG_-i-bZg/s1600/GEDC0508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GCYQdCOUgGk/VEhZtkGvvHI/AAAAAAAAEvQ/7jIG_-i-bZg/s1600/GEDC0508.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Oja: That's because any canned food with gravy or lots of liquid gives me the runs. &nbsp;Mom figured a little bit every other day wouldn't hurt me. &nbsp;That was cool. &nbsp;The really good food lasted longer that way. &nbsp;Speaking of food, where's dinner?<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;It's not quite time for dinner yet. &nbsp;You'll get it as soon as I finish this post.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7DwB5DdCUg/VEhZ1C8HwdI/AAAAAAAAEvY/7tLBnYaRXsk/s1600/GEDC0502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7DwB5DdCUg/VEhZ1C8HwdI/AAAAAAAAEvY/7tLBnYaRXsk/s1600/GEDC0502.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Rocio: We have been up to all sorts of mischief. &nbsp;Mom had this throw and a pillow on top of the table. &nbsp;I pulled it off and made my own Mancat Cave. &nbsp;I pulled off all her papers, too. &nbsp;You should have seen her scrambling around trying to pick them all up again. &nbsp;Hahaha!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyGMl-sFNHo/VEhZ8OpSbEI/AAAAAAAAEvg/yDEcqL30CZ8/s1600/GEDC0499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyGMl-sFNHo/VEhZ8OpSbEI/AAAAAAAAEvg/yDEcqL30CZ8/s1600/GEDC0499.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Bambino: &nbsp;I enjoyed the special food, too, but what I like best is treats. &nbsp;Mom is supposed to put my treats in that crystal bowl, so where are they?<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;You've had treats at least five times today.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oseqdCcQVCU/VEhaC6W56yI/AAAAAAAAEvo/YG8QLu07k-8/s1600/GEDC0506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oseqdCcQVCU/VEhaC6W56yI/AAAAAAAAEvo/YG8QLu07k-8/s1600/GEDC0506.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Horus: &nbsp;I prefer the dry food to either canned food or treats. &nbsp;I did enjoy the broth, though. &nbsp;Spyro is on the other side of this box and I'm going to surprise him.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihZv895RnRc/VEhaITcgdmI/AAAAAAAAEvw/u_kEcXUNWLs/s1600/GEDC0500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihZv895RnRc/VEhaITcgdmI/AAAAAAAAEvw/u_kEcXUNWLs/s1600/GEDC0500.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Julius: &nbsp;This is where I get my treats. &nbsp;You can see Mom in the mirror again. &nbsp;I have been letting Mom pet me while I eat my treats. &nbsp;Three strokes is my limit, though.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BsQTg3CRytg/VEhaMVfxGBI/AAAAAAAAEv4/Q8guP2jRdwo/s1600/GEDC0503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BsQTg3CRytg/VEhaMVfxGBI/AAAAAAAAEv4/Q8guP2jRdwo/s1600/GEDC0503.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Cissy: Here I am in my cave. &nbsp;I am getting bolder, though. &nbsp;Mom bought a new cube and I went into the living room and got into it, until Oja came and chased me out, so she could get in it. &nbsp;She sure is a bossy Alpha.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y2OWeAI4Suc/VEhaR0FJ6-I/AAAAAAAAEwA/wHUSMi-FN-I/s1600/GEDC0501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y2OWeAI4Suc/VEhaR0FJ6-I/AAAAAAAAEwA/wHUSMi-FN-I/s1600/GEDC0501.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Tabitha: &nbsp;I am growing. &nbsp;Mom says I'm twice as big now as when I first came. &nbsp;Mom has treats and I want some.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-5373785263138054062014-09-23T17:42:00.002-06:002014-09-23T17:43:29.921-06:00Farewell, Brody<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m14NDSlmGL8/VCH_1YKbJ0I/AAAAAAAAEug/wXku3yfULQA/s1600/GEDC0488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m14NDSlmGL8/VCH_1YKbJ0I/AAAAAAAAEug/wXku3yfULQA/s1600/GEDC0488.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;This is the last picture I took of Brody. &nbsp;It was two weeks ago today. &nbsp;I couldn't bear to take pictures of him wasting away.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFpZiMlT77A/VCIAFFZ4ttI/AAAAAAAAEuo/mq4tZssv-lc/s1600/GEDC0283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eFpZiMlT77A/VCIAFFZ4ttI/AAAAAAAAEuo/mq4tZssv-lc/s1600/GEDC0283.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>This is the very first picture I took of Brody. &nbsp;There are far too few pictures in between.<br /><br />Brody's last vet visit was bad news and I didn't want to tell you that his temperature was 105.3 and he had fluid in his abdomen. &nbsp;Luckily the fluid was where it was easily removed and Brody went back on Dex + B-12 and Lasix every day. &nbsp;It didn't help. &nbsp;By Sunday night, I knew that he was packing his bags for the Rainbow Bridge. &nbsp;He didn't eat all day Monday and he had that sad. lost look in his eyes. &nbsp;Monday night, he was waiting on the bed for me, just like he is in the picture. I cuddled up to him and started petting him and he got up on me in his favorite position, on my thigh with his head on my stomach. &nbsp;I petted him until I fell asleep. &nbsp;Sometime in the night, he left the bed, because when I woke up in the wee hours to pee, he wasn't there. &nbsp;In the morning, I found him by the food in the computer room. &nbsp;He had run away to the Bridge. &nbsp;It was like he knew that he had to eat, but he couldn't do it.<br /><br />I took the body into the kitchen on a kitty comforter and laid him down near Cissy's cave. &nbsp;I wanted her to know what happened to him. &nbsp;She came and sniffed over and over again, like she couldn't believe it. &nbsp;I think all the kitties sniffed him at least once. &nbsp;I called the vet to cancel his appointment, which was this afternoon. &nbsp;After a while, I took his body to the vet to be cremated. &nbsp;I brushed off a bunch of fur and put it in a plastic bag, because I knew that the private cremation was so much more expensive than the communal cremation. &nbsp;Isn't it silly that after spending at least $5000 to keep him alive, I wouldn't spend $70 to get his ashes? &nbsp;It's just the way I feel. &nbsp;Everything that was the Brody I loved so much went to the Rainbow Bridge. &nbsp;What was left was just a shell. &nbsp;I can feed the other cats for a month on that $70.<br /><br />I will order him a plastic tombstone from the company I get them from and get a solar light from the store and bury half his fur next to Austin. I'm crying too hard to see well, so I'll quite now.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com84tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-36557714181890111012014-09-10T23:30:00.000-06:002014-09-10T23:31:10.405-06:00Brody's Vet Visit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikTvRiDC5PE/VBErVqOChkI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/SadzPsA8Lzw/s1600/GEDC0488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikTvRiDC5PE/VBErVqOChkI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/SadzPsA8Lzw/s1600/GEDC0488.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Karen Jo: &nbsp;My blog was supposed to have a "Save Net Neutrality" banner just below the header today, but the code I copied didn't work.<br /><br />Brody: &nbsp;I went to the vet yesterday and it was good news. &nbsp;My temperature has gone down to 103.5 from 104. &nbsp;My weight has gone up from 6.7 lbs to 8.2 lbs. &nbsp;Neither Mom nor the vet lady could figure out how I gained 1.5 pounds in one week. &nbsp;I bet I know. &nbsp;I eat whatever I want and just lie around most of the day. &nbsp;There is no sign of fluid in my chest or abdomen. &nbsp;I only have to have one shot every other day now. &nbsp;I'm pretty happy about all of this and so is Mom.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I am very happy. &nbsp;Brody might have diarrhea, but it's by no means certain. &nbsp;He is getting a little Metronidazole in liquid form just in case.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62epibjDimE/VBErY9GeDjI/AAAAAAAAEtY/KOtKkOsUsYc/s1600/GEDC0492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62epibjDimE/VBErY9GeDjI/AAAAAAAAEtY/KOtKkOsUsYc/s1600/GEDC0492.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Cissy: &nbsp;Well, I don't have diarrhea any more. &nbsp;Mom had to call the vet lady because I hadn't gotten any better by Saturday morning. &nbsp;Half an hour after the vet lady called her back and told her to come pick up my meds, I pooped a mighty poop and proved that I didn't need any meds after all.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I picked them up anyway, because the vet lady was nice enough to tape them to the outside door after closing time. &nbsp;I'll hang on to them. &nbsp;Some other kitty might need them. &nbsp;Brody won't eat the Forti-Flora.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5_c3xtFyIo/VBErgn-Zn6I/AAAAAAAAEtg/MQwnDrGBPSo/s1600/GEDC0479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5_c3xtFyIo/VBErgn-Zn6I/AAAAAAAAEtg/MQwnDrGBPSo/s1600/GEDC0479.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Spyro: &nbsp;I picked up spraying a bit from Horus. &nbsp;I sprayed the wall by Cissy's new litter box and I sprayed Cissy's big cardboard box in the kitchen. &nbsp;Then I quit doing it. &nbsp;I did pee in Cissy's new litter box, but I did it the regular way. &nbsp;I guess I got caught up in the kitty politics. &nbsp;They seem to be dying down now.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JiVG8Qnejk/VBErn9hCw9I/AAAAAAAAEto/wqBjA-UbuCo/s1600/GEDC0486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JiVG8Qnejk/VBErn9hCw9I/AAAAAAAAEto/wqBjA-UbuCo/s1600/GEDC0486.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Oja: I have almost given up cornering Cissy and making her scream. &nbsp;It just doesn't seem like much fun any more. &nbsp;I have that new kitten Tabitha to hiss at.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byY1cTb0Pxw/VBErtXI1GRI/AAAAAAAAEtw/yVkbLzdG5qU/s1600/GEDC0495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-byY1cTb0Pxw/VBErtXI1GRI/AAAAAAAAEtw/yVkbLzdG5qU/s1600/GEDC0495.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rocio: I was watching the birds when I got this itch. &nbsp;Ah, that's better. &nbsp;I really got into it with Cissy the other day. &nbsp;I don't know why. &nbsp;I haven't bothered her since.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AC5snqgrPw/VBEsIcA7LtI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/2KAZC3zfjCM/s1600/GEDC0490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AC5snqgrPw/VBEsIcA7LtI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/2KAZC3zfjCM/s1600/GEDC0490.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br />Bambino: &nbsp;I dumped the toy bucket over so Tabitha would have more toys to play with. &nbsp;Yeah, that's it. &nbsp;She is a lot of fun. &nbsp;She will pounce almost any cat. &nbsp;She leaves Brody, Cissy and Oja alone. &nbsp;She learns fast.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9pMdePgzG8/VBEryz48EkI/AAAAAAAAEt4/3vlpjvatLRo/s1600/GEDC0475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9pMdePgzG8/VBEryz48EkI/AAAAAAAAEt4/3vlpjvatLRo/s1600/GEDC0475.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Horus: &nbsp;I haven't bothered Cissy in ages. &nbsp;It just doesn't appeal to me any more.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I am wondering if the calming spray is having an effect or the kitties just got bored with tormenting Cissy. &nbsp;Whichever it is, I hope it lasts.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YHElXLz2wVg/VBEr2ezTXaI/AAAAAAAAEuA/ffFA3ZJTFi0/s1600/GEDC0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YHElXLz2wVg/VBEr2ezTXaI/AAAAAAAAEuA/ffFA3ZJTFi0/s1600/GEDC0498.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Julius: &nbsp;Here I am showing off my side stripes.<br /><br />Karen Jo: If any of you have wondered what I looked like, you can see me in the mirror.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iU9lLPVk2Vo/VBEr7DFCl6I/AAAAAAAAEuI/UmtnIO8pf24/s1600/GEDC0489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iU9lLPVk2Vo/VBEr7DFCl6I/AAAAAAAAEuI/UmtnIO8pf24/s1600/GEDC0489.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Tabitha: &nbsp;Boy, have I been exploring since the last time Mom posted. &nbsp;I have discovered the living room. &nbsp;Wow, it is big! &nbsp;When I first ran into it, I stopped and did the kitten dance. &nbsp;I arched my back way up and bounced around. &nbsp;There is lots of room to run and play and rassle, rolling over and over. &nbsp;There's lots of toys in here, too. &nbsp;There's a neat box with holes in it and toys inside. &nbsp;I am having so much fun!<br /><br />Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-16725240331303320762014-09-04T19:03:00.000-06:002014-09-04T19:03:12.327-06:00Cissy's Vet Visit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSgLzMiclHY/VAkD7Og4_mI/AAAAAAAAEsA/C9Cetd7IBMg/s1600/GEDC0469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSgLzMiclHY/VAkD7Og4_mI/AAAAAAAAEsA/C9Cetd7IBMg/s1600/GEDC0469.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cissy: Mom made me go to the vet today, just because she found a little diarrhea on the kitchen floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen Jo: Any time I see something amiss with one of my FeLV+ kitties they go to the vet. &nbsp;I'm really glad that &nbsp;you are using your new litter box.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cissy: &nbsp;It's in the kitchen. &nbsp;It's just my size and it's full of pretty crystals. &nbsp;What's not to like?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen Jo: It turns out that you probably have stress-induced colitis. &nbsp;It should go away in a few days. &nbsp;To help it go away I'm spraying the calming spray on the seats of the chairs near your special spot.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45KUAV3KIqQ/VAkEAw2SiaI/AAAAAAAAEsI/Bc3eelP60o0/s1600/GEDC0460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45KUAV3KIqQ/VAkEAw2SiaI/AAAAAAAAEsI/Bc3eelP60o0/s1600/GEDC0460.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Spyro: All these kitty politics give me a headache. &nbsp;I'm just going to hang around on the smaller cat tree.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yUOe1OgMyk/VAkEGryirjI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/MgrIleFKDUs/s1600/GEDC0466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yUOe1OgMyk/VAkEGryirjI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/MgrIleFKDUs/s1600/GEDC0466.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Oja: &nbsp;And I suppose you are trying to blame me for Cissy's colitis?<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;You are the one giving her the most problems. &nbsp;The vet surmised that you see her as a threat to your stature as Alpha cat.<br /><br />Oja: &nbsp;It's about time someone figured out that I am the Alpha around here. &nbsp;How could that pint-sized house panther be a threat to me?<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I figured it out that day you beat up Horus. &nbsp;If she's no threat, will you please let her be? &nbsp;She's terrified of you.<br /><br />Oja: &nbsp;She should be. &nbsp;So should all the kitties in the house.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auJBhKF80sU/VAkENepe3jI/AAAAAAAAEsY/DWS4UwKiFvA/s1600/GEDC0465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-auJBhKF80sU/VAkENepe3jI/AAAAAAAAEsY/DWS4UwKiFvA/s1600/GEDC0465.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rocio: &nbsp;Ho-hum, politics again. &nbsp;Think I'll take a nap. &nbsp;It's been quite a while since I scared Cissy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen Jo: &nbsp;I would be really happy if you never did it again.</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1ZuRD41CMM/VAkE_O0Xi8I/AAAAAAAAEtA/nrE6d75q4Rg/s1600/GEDC0462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1ZuRD41CMM/VAkE_O0Xi8I/AAAAAAAAEtA/nrE6d75q4Rg/s1600/GEDC0462.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a><br />Bambino: &nbsp;While Spyro is napping on top of the smaller cat tree, I grabbed the top of the tall cat tree. &nbsp;I stay out of the politics around here.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0woJdD_cbiI/VAkEUM0bKZI/AAAAAAAAEsg/Pr6OdlpUYRM/s1600/GEDC0463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0woJdD_cbiI/VAkEUM0bKZI/AAAAAAAAEsg/Pr6OdlpUYRM/s1600/GEDC0463.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Horus: &nbsp;I am lying next to Cissy's new litter box. &nbsp;Mom was clever. &nbsp;She bought one that 's uncomfortably small for us bigger cats, including Oja.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I have a question. &nbsp;Cissy's got diarrhea, so who left the pile on the blue rug by the door?<br /><br />Horus: &nbsp;Um, I don't know. &nbsp;Maybe Cissy doesn't have diarrhea all the time.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;It was an awfully big pile for Cissy.<br /><br />Horus: &nbsp;You don't take me out often enough. &nbsp;I want out on my leash and harness every day.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TuX35mUDZ70/VAkEX-JGN0I/AAAAAAAAEso/n8w80Bh_-ZE/s1600/GEDC0473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TuX35mUDZ70/VAkEX-JGN0I/AAAAAAAAEso/n8w80Bh_-ZE/s1600/GEDC0473.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Julius: &nbsp;Know what? &nbsp;Tabitha is really fun to play with. &nbsp;She even knows how to rassle!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORAYAfYLrfM/VAkEcNIs1-I/AAAAAAAAEsw/oGa_01Xoq9M/s1600/GEDC0467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORAYAfYLrfM/VAkEcNIs1-I/AAAAAAAAEsw/oGa_01Xoq9M/s1600/GEDC0467.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brody: I am holding my own. &nbsp;I don't seem any better or worse today. &nbsp;Mom is always taking a picture of my shaved spots.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Karen Jo: &nbsp;You always lie with your shaved spots up, so I don't have a choice if I take a picture of you lying down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk3roAWaan0/VAkEgaUFpWI/AAAAAAAAEs4/hq7V95zIyrc/s1600/GEDC0459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk3roAWaan0/VAkEgaUFpWI/AAAAAAAAEs4/hq7V95zIyrc/s1600/GEDC0459.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Tabitha: &nbsp;I am finally brave enough to lie down without hiding first. &nbsp;Mom got a decent photo of me at last. &nbsp;She had to take it from a distance or I start moving all around again. &nbsp;You can click on the photo to biggify it. &nbsp;I don't think Oja likes me, either. &nbsp;She hisses at me whenever she sees me.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;Don't worry, Tabitha. &nbsp;Oja does that to all new cats for at least two weeks.<br /><br />Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-48954551163322458232014-09-03T19:02:00.000-06:002014-09-03T19:02:25.093-06:00Naughty Kitties<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgHrriX-33I/VAeyO7ZQN5I/AAAAAAAAEqo/Av913cNPOAE/s1600/GEDC0456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgHrriX-33I/VAeyO7ZQN5I/AAAAAAAAEqo/Av913cNPOAE/s1600/GEDC0456.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Spyro: &nbsp;I am looking over the kitchen from on top of the refrigerator. &nbsp;I am <i>not</i>&nbsp;a naughty kitty at all. &nbsp;Well, I did run out the screen door when Mom thought I was safely asleep in the chair under the kitchen table. I went to my special spot in the yard and ate grass until Mom came and got me. &nbsp;Later I barfed the grass up in the middle of the living room. &nbsp;That's not naughty. &nbsp;That's just normal for me.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;You're right, Spyro. &nbsp;You aren't really naughty. &nbsp;There are some other cats here, though . . .<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlFX6cNbiys/VAeyUoUfYhI/AAAAAAAAEqw/Asi-k3ozHrw/s1600/GEDC0452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlFX6cNbiys/VAeyUoUfYhI/AAAAAAAAEqw/Asi-k3ozHrw/s1600/GEDC0452.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Oja: &nbsp;What are you looking at me for? &nbsp;I'm grumpy, not naughty.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;What do you call tormenting poor Cissy so much? &nbsp;I picked a slightly blood-stained claw sheath out of your face this morning. &nbsp;Why can't you just leave her alone?<br /><br />Oja: &nbsp;She's such an easy target. &nbsp;I don't particularly like stinky mancats, but lady cats who are always screaming are worse.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;You hiss at Tabitha, too.<br /><br />Oja: &nbsp;What did you expect? &nbsp;I hiss at every new cat.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2u08WvN0e0/VAeyh2ip62I/AAAAAAAAEq4/1TU0-WGuGyc/s1600/GEDC0382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2u08WvN0e0/VAeyh2ip62I/AAAAAAAAEq4/1TU0-WGuGyc/s1600/GEDC0382.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Rocio: &nbsp;Uh-oh, here comes Mom with her naughty cat list.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;You were tormenting Cissy this morning, too. &nbsp;All she was doing was lying on her cushion in the kitchen.<br /><br />Rocio: Like Oja said, she's an easy target.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwPLLK2hZ0w/VAey22oNx5I/AAAAAAAAErI/NLVKDvtNVes/s1600/GEDC0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mwPLLK2hZ0w/VAey22oNx5I/AAAAAAAAErI/NLVKDvtNVes/s1600/GEDC0424.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Bambino: Mom woke me up with the camera yet again. &nbsp;Sheesh! &nbsp;I'm definitely not a naughty cat.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;That's right. &nbsp;You are a good kitty. &nbsp;I appreciate how easily you have made friends with Tabitha.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRNLMmEnEMQ/VAey-ZSJq4I/AAAAAAAAErQ/EDvdW_WTaQo/s1600/GEDC0453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRNLMmEnEMQ/VAey-ZSJq4I/AAAAAAAAErQ/EDvdW_WTaQo/s1600/GEDC0453.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Horus: &nbsp;Hmmm, I wonder what Mom is going to say to me.<br /><br />Karen Jo: You have been a really good mancat lately, Horus. &nbsp;You haven't even hissed at Tabitha. &nbsp;You just sniff her whenever you meet; then you walk away.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4B-UI_dWwg/VAezEXC5WTI/AAAAAAAAErY/jIZjCmpDZ7U/s1600/GEDC0454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4B-UI_dWwg/VAezEXC5WTI/AAAAAAAAErY/jIZjCmpDZ7U/s1600/GEDC0454.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Julius: &nbsp;I know I haven't done anything I shouldn't.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;That's right. &nbsp;On the contrary, you have been really nice to Tabitha. &nbsp;It's so much fun to watch the two of you play chase.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXxw4xm9_lA/VAezG6ArlEI/AAAAAAAAErg/khjcTEkdNYQ/s1600/GEDC0455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXxw4xm9_lA/VAezG6ArlEI/AAAAAAAAErg/khjcTEkdNYQ/s1600/GEDC0455.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Brody: &nbsp;I don't have the energy to be naughty.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;You just spend all your energy in getting better, Brody. &nbsp;Eat as much Elegant Medleys as you can. &nbsp;You will be getting them for every meal from now on.<br /><br />Brody: &nbsp;Score!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6UjpPUIpULs/VAezK2gLdTI/AAAAAAAAEro/2iT8YAF7VdI/s1600/GEDC0457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6UjpPUIpULs/VAezK2gLdTI/AAAAAAAAEro/2iT8YAF7VdI/s1600/GEDC0457.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Cissy: &nbsp;I think I'm in trouble.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;You have been very naughty. &nbsp;Care to explain?<br /><br />Cissy: &nbsp;I am upset that Brody isn't the same. &nbsp;Some of the other kitties are mean to me. &nbsp;I decided to just stay in the kitchen, but there isn't a litter box in here.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;So that's why you used the recycle bin for your litter box and when I put a lid on that you used the floor? &nbsp;There is a litter box just a few feet down the hall from the kitchen.<br /><br />Cissy: &nbsp;But it wasn't IN the kitchen<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;I got you a brand new litter box and put it in the kitchen, as much as I hate the idea of a litter box in the kitchen. &nbsp;I got you the gel crystals, in case you decided you didn't like the Swheatscoop. &nbsp;I hope that solves the problem. &nbsp;Otherwise, you are going to the vet. &nbsp;You might go anyway in case this change in your behavior means that you are sick.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FmHnq2xra6g/VAezOVjwMZI/AAAAAAAAErw/zbjBg0z-U-0/s1600/GEDC0451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FmHnq2xra6g/VAezOVjwMZI/AAAAAAAAErw/zbjBg0z-U-0/s1600/GEDC0451.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Tabitha: &nbsp;What's a naughty kitty?<br /><br />Karen Jo: You don't have to worry about it. &nbsp;How do you like having the door to your room open all the time?<br /><br />Tabitha: &nbsp;I love it. &nbsp;I can go where I please, when I please and retreat back into my room when I have had enough excitement. &nbsp;You know what, kitties? &nbsp;There are dishes of food out there that are different than what I have been getting. &nbsp;Yummy!Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8986132145207908217.post-13002890571138568362014-09-02T21:24:00.000-06:002014-09-02T21:24:24.338-06:00Brody's Vet Visit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDEgwXHjD6o/VAZkGCC9dRI/AAAAAAAAEpY/q7McGBa-_sc/s1600/GEDC0448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDEgwXHjD6o/VAZkGCC9dRI/AAAAAAAAEpY/q7McGBa-_sc/s1600/GEDC0448.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Brody: &nbsp;I went to the vet again. &nbsp;The only bad part is that thing stuck up where it doesn't belong. &nbsp;All the fluid is gone from my chest, so I only have to get one shot a day. &nbsp;Yay! &nbsp;I feel good. &nbsp;Look at me up here on the file cabinet. &nbsp;The vet even gave me some food. &nbsp;I just wish I didn't feel too tired to play all the time.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;Brody's temperature is 104 and his weight is down to 6.7 lbs from 7.8 lbs last week. &nbsp;The vet says that it's just a matter of time, but we will keep up the medications and hope for a miracle. &nbsp;Brody feels so good because he all the fluid is out of his chest and he can breathe normally again.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybJ0cYuaF34/VAZkLRWAblI/AAAAAAAAEpg/uZ3Z4XkkyEw/s1600/GEDC0430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybJ0cYuaF34/VAZkLRWAblI/AAAAAAAAEpg/uZ3Z4XkkyEw/s1600/GEDC0430.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;Tabitha: &nbsp;This is the best photo Mom has been able to take of me so far. &nbsp;I decided that I really like the lady, so I will call her Mom. Mom picked me up and took me on a tour of the house yesterday and showed me all the kitties here. &nbsp;There are a LOT of them. I did exciting things today. &nbsp;I came out of my room four times and met other kitties and explored. &nbsp;There are a lot of litter boxes around here. &nbsp;I sniffed and sniffed them. &nbsp;I explored the bathroom and played with Bambino in the bathtub. &nbsp;I met Julius and we played chase in my room. &nbsp;We chased each other around the big chair and Mom laughed because it looked like I was chasing Julius. &nbsp;I met Brody and we nose sniffed each other. &nbsp;I met Horus and he sniffed and sniffed my behind. &nbsp;I briefly met Oja and she hissed at me so I ran back into my room. &nbsp;I met Rocio and he hissed at me a tiny bit, too. &nbsp;I am back in my room now for the night, but I bet I will be out of my room tomorrow again, at least for a while.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtjUHUmnCLE/VAZkRvVhGJI/AAAAAAAAEpo/sGXg_Q6ZIqs/s1600/GEDC0441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtjUHUmnCLE/VAZkRvVhGJI/AAAAAAAAEpo/sGXg_Q6ZIqs/s1600/GEDC0441.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Spyro: &nbsp;All these goings on make me want a nap. &nbsp;I haven't met the squirt yet, but I will.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sCiS6u_4kIA/VAZkhQ1xRFI/AAAAAAAAEp0/rLJ9989PsHg/s1600/GEDC0444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sCiS6u_4kIA/VAZkhQ1xRFI/AAAAAAAAEp0/rLJ9989PsHg/s1600/GEDC0444.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Oja: &nbsp;The tiny kitten is coming our of her room now. &nbsp;I don't like it. &nbsp;I just <i>know</i>&nbsp;she'll pester me.<br /><br />Karen Jo: &nbsp;She might not. &nbsp;There are lots of other kitties for her to play with.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYv0kkbS7ys/VAZkhOQ7s1I/AAAAAAAAEpw/4flNTcaEpas/s1600/GEDC0423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYv0kkbS7ys/VAZkhOQ7s1I/AAAAAAAAEpw/4flNTcaEpas/s1600/GEDC0423.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Rocio: &nbsp;Tabitha might not be so bad. &nbsp;I went into her room for a little bit. &nbsp;She's pretty fearless when it comes to the rest of us. &nbsp;Oja scared her, but Oja scares all of us.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0X9p_9Il8K8/VAZkkvC7keI/AAAAAAAAEqA/gAoh_OMCe9A/s1600/GEDC0434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0X9p_9Il8K8/VAZkkvC7keI/AAAAAAAAEqA/gAoh_OMCe9A/s1600/GEDC0434.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Bambino: &nbsp;I like Tabitha. &nbsp;I hope she comes out for good soon.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hI1qY7iXiB0/VAZkscL_s1I/AAAAAAAAEqI/086YUxLB5-U/s1600/GEDC0446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hI1qY7iXiB0/VAZkscL_s1I/AAAAAAAAEqI/086YUxLB5-U/s1600/GEDC0446.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Horus: &nbsp;I am King of the Mountain on top of the cat tree today. &nbsp;I don't know what to think of Tabitha. &nbsp;She smells good. &nbsp;She didn't try to smack me for being so personal.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gASmbGWznnU/VAZkwWvL0KI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/ltyvnSABLuc/s1600/GEDC0447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gASmbGWznnU/VAZkwWvL0KI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/ltyvnSABLuc/s1600/GEDC0447.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Julius: &nbsp;Hahaha! &nbsp;I made Mom lie down on the floor to get a picture of me. &nbsp;See how wide open my eyes are? &nbsp;That's the signal that I am going to bolt if she comes any closer. &nbsp;I like Tabitha. &nbsp;She's fun to play with.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGnpY66rh-I/VAZk1N53voI/AAAAAAAAEqY/VB07c5CBXlc/s1600/GEDC0439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGnpY66rh-I/VAZk1N53voI/AAAAAAAAEqY/VB07c5CBXlc/s1600/GEDC0439.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>Cissy: &nbsp;I have given up trying to get Brody to play with me. &nbsp;Now when I want to play with another kitty, I go to Bambino or Julius, especially Julius. &nbsp;This cushion under the chair is the safest place to nap. &nbsp;Mom started wondering if I really dragged the cushion under the chair or if it ended up under here by accident and I just took advantage of it. &nbsp;The other day Mom noticed that it had been moved under the table, then it was back under the chair and I was on it again. &nbsp;Now she knows that I move it.Karen Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532742616554346462noreply@blogger.com11