This morning I started with Bailey. He is a shy fella and did not come near me when I arrived to meet him and his family. All I managed out of him that day was a questioning stare. So, I did not expect much today. When I arrived I said "hello Bailey, whatcha doing?" That's all I said and then promptly started the duties of fixing his lunch. Ever feel like someone is watching you? Someone about a foot tall with beautiful gold eyes and his head cocked to one side. I turned around and put my hand out and he walked right over to me and did a figure 8 between my ankles. Then I proceeded to pet him up. Oh, he is just fine. We are going to have a good week and I will photograph him tomorrow.
Chase & Buddy are wild ones and I am really having fun with them.
My Ginny was off to the vet today for her yearly checkup. I was concerned about her sight as she has a condition that has affected her seeing clearly for years. I expected her eyes were getting worse and I was right. She lives on our 2nd floor and sleeps 20 hours a day and gets along with all humans and cats and 1 dog so her life is pretty comfortable. She is waited on hand and foot and her purr can turn heads from any room in the house. She only eats one type of VERY EXPENSIVE food and everything else she throws up, on the rug about an inch from the wood floor. "Thanks Gin"
She also has a subscription to
Geriatric Cat Fancy Magazine that costs plenty but then again she may not be reading much anymore. Dr. Ann says she is blind now but has learned to cope well so not to change anything. Everything else looks great. So now I live with a blind cat. She will be 24 years old in November.
Kitty cupboard was looking rather empty this morning so I filled it to the brim. They just love me at our local pet store and if you remember the show
Cheers when Norm would come in and they would all call out his name, I get that at the pet store. It's like my moment of fame. Then I'm broke.
I tried cooking for my cats but I stopped when I noticed the dog was getting fatter and the cats were still yelling all the time. One of my more expressive cats tried to cover the bowl with imaginary litter and then walked away in a huff. I can't win.
"Hey, who's the bloody cook around here and where did my Q-tip toys go"
"I'm reporting you to the authorities if you don't put away that blender and make some use of our can-opener." This book started it all. Cali had her photo taken and then ripped it to shreds. So, that didn't work and I think by the looks of my bill the gourmet, free-range chicken based, vitamins added, no fillers, yam-packed for digestion and fibre cat food that these divas request has gone up again. Makes me wonder how many cats it would take to pull a wagon and deliver the morning paper for a minimum wage? Oh I suppose there is an age requirement and over 80 (human years) is just a tad too old. (sigh)
So I won't be going to Italy for awhile. DID I MENTION I LOVE MY CATS?
