I decided to explore Chewy.com to check out food prices and set up auto delivery for litter. Of course, I was lured in by a Facebook ad (Satan) of a cute feeding and an adorable bed.
So, yeah, I splurged because my cats totally need handcrafted, wool, Nepalese beds.
Worth the cuteness. I love Olivia’s alien antennas broadcasting her adorableness.
She’s making it work on several levels.
When Birdie ruptured her ACL this summer, we had a lot of accommodating to do. I rearranged the litter boxes for easier access, her food bowl was elevated because she couldn’t squat, and I now have more cat stairs than good sense. Shockingly she accepted these changes and actually uses the stairs. When was the last time a cat used a product specifically purchased for them? Miles also uses them and makes sure to give me an over-the-shoulder glance to make sure I’m noting how dainty he’s being.
The accommodations have stuck, but The Bird is feeling much more spry than she did in June. She’s not 100% healed and never really will be, we’re told to anticipate arthritis in that leg, but her sass and activity levels are back to their normal high. One of her personal accommodations that stuck around is her long, leggy supermodel pose. She would hobble around the house, get tired, and flop into a full body stretch which to my worried eye made her look waifishly thin. However she couldn’t comfortably bend her hurt hind leg and, even now, doesn’t or can’t flex the toes on that leg when she does the waking up yawn and toe spread.
Some iterations of the pose made her look like she was “horizontal running”…
or perkily leaping which definitely was not happening at the time.
Always on the outlook for the ridiculous, I felt this picture needed my poor Photoshop skills.
The Bird deserves to majestically leap through things.
My vet does a multi-pet discount which is why I find myself bundling cats like a new insurance deal. Of course, each cat approaches the Vet visit in his or her own way.
Miles is 100% chill. “Just hangin’ in the napper at the v-e-t, ladies.”
Does he like being manhandled and having his inner bits squeezed? No, but he does try to retain his dignity and is always a Star Patient. He’s such a star that when they brought him his own litter box, he peed AND pooped which means that he would not poop in the carrier on the way home. #winning! (He did barf up a hairball on the to the vet.)
Hours later, still wearing his star like a boss.
However Olivia Wigglebothum is mad as hell and talks shit about how she’s gonna cut a bitch the whole time.
We call this Angry Stinkface.
Fortunately, she was just there to be weighed and then popped back into the carrier.
Sookie on the other hand employs the “if they can’t see me, the monsters can’t get me” approach.
She has nothing to say once in the carrier. At the vet’s office, she likes to re-enact that final scene of The Blair Witch Project where the guy is staring into the corner.
At one point she was up on her hind legs in the corner like a groundhog. I felt bad so I purritoed her until it was her turn.
How many cats in this picture? Answer: 3
Everyone had a good check up. We’re all healthy, just quite a bit fatter than needed. Cat Mom included
Oh, the Wigglebothum will be paying for nip shenanigans come Caturday morning.
Maximum effort for the old reach and roll to the catnip bin.
The rain keeps knocking over our sunflower jungle. This sunflower was trying to get in the house.
I don’t buy most of my cat nonsense. People just give it to me because… I am one dimensional and have no other interests? Any who I think they mean well. They like me. They know I like cats.
Students that I take to a summer camp felt the need to spend their pennies on me at the college bookstore and bestowed a cattitude of gifts upon me. One was this cat paw finger puppet.
Here’s the thing, these kids know me. We have spent a ton of time together, but they still did not think the implications through. Teenagers. Sigh. Eyeroll.
I immediately put the finger puppet on and excitedly said,”OMAHGAWD, you guys are going to spend the next year with this thing creeping into your peripheral vision! Imagine working in class and the paw taps you on the shoulder to be like ‘How ya doin’, buddy.'”
Their faces said that sadly they had not considered any of this, but they were already down the rabbit hole so they pulled up Amazon and showed me that they could have bought a full cat puppet for all my fingers at the bookstore. While that was nice, the “Handi-Squirrel” listed beside it was even better!
Me: “NOOOO! I NEED THAT!!!” When are these kids gonna learn?
Best $6.95 EVER.
Imagine this as a first day school accessory! Not everyone was on board though. My campers had no comments when I sent them a picture of the squirrel’s arrival. Olivia Wigglebothum was not having it.
Squirrel want to hug kitty!
Bird was trapped by her ruptured ACL. Squirrel luv Bird.
In this sequence it appears that the squirrel took down Miles like a lion on an antelope, but there was less of a struggle.
Miles and I can both attest that the tiny squirrel claws are good for head scritches.
My tail is a toast
To you, sunspot sharing friend.
Tail in toast, mistake.