Monday, June 30, 2008

Mancat Monday

As a mancat, it is very important to hang with your sister, even if you're having 'tocks trouble, (and especially if you've passed your 'tocks trouble on to her.) heh heh

'Tocks trouble update:
*Titus' 'tocks are fine.
*My 'tocks are still having a little trouble.
*Tazo's 'tocks are having trouble now, too.
*The Mom has not yelled at me for getting her up at 4:37 am or even 4:05 am. She has not even called me a snot. It pays to be sick and pitiful for a couple of days because she's been giving us lots and lots of attention and opportunities to put the bitey on her. heh heh
*The Mom left a message for Dr P this morning. I'm afraid that means we'll have to go to see her. Grrrr.
*The Mom is tired of 'tocks trouble and keeps saying that she's going to drink a lot of adult beverages. Is that like a niptini?

Friday, June 27, 2008

Froot Bat Friday

Here's a picture of me and my Dad chillaxin' on the couch. It's super comfy and we watch all kinds of manly stuff - like baseball and ultimate fighting and ESPN and Fox Sports. Plus, I get lots of scritches.

Thank you for all the well wishes for my 'tocks. They are feeling much, much better. As for EG, he still sort of has the squirts, but he's eating and drinking and acting normally. He still has to take his medicine for a few more days, but if he's not having better poops by Monday, Mom says he's got to go back to see Dr. P. Better him than me, I always say.

Happy Froot Bat Friday!

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Thinking on Thursday

I'm thinking that I maybe should have re-thought my trip to the kittybox crunchy buffet yesterday. Because now I've got 'tocks trouble, too. Grrrrr

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

'Tocks and Tazo Toesday

EG here. Yesterday was horrible. I got shoved in a PTU, The Mom was carrying around evidence of my 'tocks trouble in a ziplock bag, and I had to go to the V-E-T. I did get to see Dr. P, who, of course, told me how handsome I am and gave me scritches. I got weighed and am still a lean, mean, 10 pound 2 oz machine. Then they stuck something in my spot 13. The Mom held my head and talked to me, like that would make it better. Then I got poked in my belly and prodded. Then they took pictures of my insides and stoled my blood and ::whispers:: pee. It was horrible. I got horrible prescription food and horrible "chicken flavor" medicine.

After we got home, The Mom tried to make me eat that horrible prescription food and I wouldn't do it. She freaked out and called Dad and he brought ground beef (sirloin!) and rice home and cooked it up for me. My Dad rocks. I got some at 9:30 and it was pretty good. I fought when I had to get my medicine (heh heh) and The Mom has the scratches to prove it. I secretly think she was happy that I put up a fight. I chowed down on my bednight snack which made her and Dad happy, too.

This morning I woke her up a little before 5 and she didn't yell at me or nothing. Me and Tazo yelled at her to hurry up and feed us - just like we do every morning. She was trying to give Tazo kibble and my special food to me and I kept stealing Tazo's kibbles so that made her happy, too. I ate my breakfast and then took a bath like I always do. The Mom was very happy.

I scratched her some more when she made me a EG burrito so Dad could give me the icky medicine. I fought the medicine more than I ever had. I did the flat ears *and* the twitchy tail. I could tell that The Mom was askeered. heh heh

I think I'm back to normal. The Mom told me that she's going to be watching me like a hawk. Dad is under strict instructions to keep an eye on me and make sure that I'm still perky. Whatever. Tazo's still hissing at me and whapping me on the head. But this morning, I chased her back down the hall and whapped her on the head right back. The Mom thinks she's probably going to have her hands full for a couple of days. heh heh

Thank you all for the thoughts and purrayers. It really means a lot to all of us. And they totally work because I'm feeling lots better. You guys rock!

And without further adieu, may I present:

Tazo's Toes

Monday, June 23, 2008

Update on EG's 'Tocks

The Mom here. EG had diarrhea last night and this morning (no vomiting, though). He didn't wake mes up at 4:30, nor did he want any breakfast. I came home to check on him at lunch and he'd had more 'tocks trouble. I collected a poo sample and we headed in to see his favorite V-E-T, Dr. P.

He had a little bit of a temp (just by 0.3 degrees). She palpated his tummy and he didn't seem to have any pain. She x-rayed his tummy and said that everything looked pretty good (even though we know that an obstruction wouldn't necessarily show up, she said that his intestines weren't all bunched up which is a good sign). But I have to admit that his x-ray this time looks a lot different than the one they did in March 2007 when his intestines were all bunched up and angry, due to the horrible chew toy ingestion incident.

Dr P did some bloodwork and his creatinine (sorry, I'm too tired to check the spelling) was a little off, which could indicate a kidney issue or just plain old dehydration. She did a urinalysis and his urine was perfectly concentrated, so she suspected the creatinine levels were the result of all the diarrhea.

He ended up with sub-q fluids (with B vitamins to hopefully perk him up), a can of I/D food (which he refuses to eat, though when I gave some to Tazo, she wouldn't eat it either. Titus, on the other hand, thought it was the best thing ever) and a prescription for flagyl. He is also under strict instructions (by Dr P, his Dad, and me) to eat breakfast. If he doesn't eat by tomorrow or perk up considerably, then he has to go back and we'll go from there.

Thank you all for the thoughts and purrs and purrayers. We're pretty worried about our boy.

In other news, I have promised him that if he wakes me up tomorrow at 4:30, I will not yell at him any more or call him a snot. I will happily feed him some hamburger and rice

Man Cat Monday

No Man Cat Rule today. EG's got 'tocks troubles and isn't eating or acting like himself. Momma's taking him to the V-E-T this afternoon. She promises to update later.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Froot Bat Friday: The Reluctant Froot Bat

I'm still a little hissed off about the wig incident. So Mom didn't get the froot bat ears that she was going for this week. Maybe, if she lets me have a steak or eat something dead in the yard, I'll think about getting the old froot bats back up to their full froot battiness for next week. Or maybe not.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 52

Since our tummy clocks have been set ahead for the last couple of weeks (meaning we're ready to eat around 4:30 instead of 5:30), we (mostly EG) pester Momma until she caves in and feeds us. After we eat, we both bathe for 20-25 minutes, and then we play Thundering Herd of Elephants. So we're in an all-out, high speed, loud-stomping game by 5:05 or so. Unfortunately, Momma is not on the same page since she likes to go right back to bed (something about not really having to get up until 6:50), so she gets a little crabby for some reason. Here's a list of things heard around our house between the hours of 4 and 7 am:

1. EG! No! (As EG is pushing books off the dresser onto Titus' head)
2. You snot! (Directed at EG)
3. No bite! (Also directed at EG when he gives Momma's toes the bitey)
4. Lay down! (Futile attempt to get us to go back to sleep)
5. It's not time yet. (Directed at all of us once we get Titus all riled up)
6. Oh, for the love of cat.
7. Ow! (Directed at EG after he chomps Momma's toes)
8. Why don't you get your Dad up? Why is it always Momma? Why? Why? Why?
9. Did you guys have speed for breakfast? (After we had played THofE for close to two hours - hee hee)
10. Go night night. It's still night night time.
11. Grrrrr.
12. Can't we just sleep in til regular time?
13. EG, you keep doing this, you need to learn how to make coffee.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Tazo Tummy Toesday

In other news, someone left a poop stain on the sheet that Momma keeps on the couch (for just that reason). hee hee

In other other news, Momma caught me making biscuits on Titus last night. She didn't think we did that at all until a couple of weeks ago when I made biscuits on her ankle. And then last night when I did it on Titus' 'tocks. For anyone who's interested, she did say SQUEE. hee hee

Monday, June 16, 2008

ManCat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day: If you get yelled at for biting someone's delicious, pink ears, and then for knocking over a mug, and then for putting the bitey on your The Mom's toes, and then for shredding some paper towels, and then for getting up at 4:30 am and pushing some books off the dresser, it is perfectly ok to pretend to make up with your The Mom by sitting in her lap and purring just a little. Just make sure that she gets the Back of Disrespect so that she knows she hasn't "won." You gotta keep 'em on their toes. heh heh


Rest in peace, sweet Kali. You will be missed.

Please head over to visit Tyler and his family. They could sure use some hugs and headbumpies.

Friday, June 13, 2008

For Stormie

You are the sweetest, bravest, furriest fighter we know. We are blessed to have you as a friend. You will be missed. Rest in peace, sweet Storm.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Thinking on Thursday *and* Aunt Jen Update

I have these hairs that stick out of the back of my front legs. I have two on one leg and three on the other. They are way longer than the rest of my furs. Momma noticed that EG has them, too.

Does any other kitty out there have these? Do they have a special purpose, like are they special leg whiskies? Or are we part of some horrible, alien experiment? Or are they connected to our tummy clocks (which have been set to 4:30 am for the last week)? I'm guessing Dragonheart and Merlin don't have them, which leads me to believe that they're not exactly a necessity, which leads me to believe that I maybe should be a little askeered. Should I go hide under the bed?

All this thinking is making me sleepy. I think I need a nap.

UPDATE ON AUNT JEN: More happy dances and screaming at our house this morning. Aunt Jen called Momma to tell her about her bone marrow test results. She's in remission! She starts her consolidation chemo on Monday. This part is supposed to kill all the bad guy cells that might be lurking around so they don't sneak in and cause a relapse. Aunt Jen and Momma want to thank you guys for all your thoughts and purrs and purrayers. They really appreciate it. It means a lot to Aunt Jen that all kinds of kitties and dawgs and beans are pulling for her.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Tazo Tuesday - The Uncooperative Edition

Momma and I came to an agreement over the weekend. She can take new pictures of me, but only with the old, unaskeery camera.

Though, perhaps, I was a little hasty in that decision...

This is just wrong. All bets are off, Momma. All bets are off.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Mancat Monday - The Goldilocks Edition

I think I look sort of dashing, don't you? I don't have a stoopid embarrassed look like somedawg I know.

In other news, Aunt Jen is getting another bone marrow draw today. They're checking to make sure that she doesn't have any more bad guy cells in her bone marrow. We're purraying and purraying for her today. If anybody has some spare pawsitive thoughts or purrs or purrayers today, we'd really appreciate it if you could send them her way.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Not So Froot Bat Friday

As requested, here are the very embarrassing photos taken of me recently. See, Mom thinks that Daisy and Skeezix look so cute in their wigs, so she thought that I'd look cute in a wig, too. Except we don't have any wigs just lying around. So she took her hair that she is donating (and yes, she cut her hair a squillion weeks ago and STILL hasn't made it to the post office - something about being super sick - whatevs) and she PUT IT ON MY HEAD. Don't laugh, ok?

I do not like this turn of events. Not one little bit. I look like I'm wearing a bad toupe. I am so embarrassed. She definitely did not get any froot bat from me this week. She probably won't get any froot bat next week either. I'm going on strike.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Thursday Thirteen - Edition 51

It's been a busy week around Casa De Furry Kids again. Here's 13 things that happened:

1. Lots of screaming and dancing last night when the Red Wings won the Stanley Cup. Wahoo!

2. Tazo has taken to jumping up Mom's back whenever she bends over to pick something up. She always adds claws for traction, too. That kinda causes some screaming and dancing (but not the happy kind). hehehe

3. EG's been helping Mom with her homework. Mostly by chewing on the corners of her papers and sprawling all over the middle of her notebook.

4. Mom took some very embarrassing pictures of me, Titus.

5. Mom's voice sounds very funny because she's still sick. So she's been chasing us around the house saying, "Luuuuuuke, Luuuuuuke!" in this scary Darth Vader voice.

6. Mom's been calling EG "Errol D. Errol" a lot this week. She just made it up and apparently it makes her very happy. It does not make EG happy, however.

7. EG and I played together really nicely this week. I (like a good boy) stuck to the Feet and Tails Rule (Tails and feet, everything's sweet. Tummy and head, everyone's dead.) Things went great until he went for my delicious, pink ears.

8. Tazo's been cuddling with Mom in the mornings (usually it's EG).

9. Because Tazo hates the new flashy box, Mom's been using the old one to take pictures of her. We suspect this drives Mom crazy because she's all about being efficient and doing things as simply as possible and having to use 2 cameras is neither. heh heh

10. Mom took EG outside in the stroller while she sat on the patio. It's a good thing that they didn't actually go strollering, because the front wheel fell off. EG swears that Mom was trying to kill him. Whatever.

11. Mom's trying to bribe teach the twins to do tricks. With Temptations. (It's not really working.) The good thing about this is that she always gives me some.

12. EG hates the Furminator. And he really, really needs it.

13. The twins have been getting up super early this week. In fact, they got locked out of the bedroom on Monday morning. It worked for about .00013 seconds until they started screaming and flinging themselves against the door. It wasn't a pretty situation.

Happy Thursday, Everybody!

Your pal,

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Tazo Tuesday - The Archives

Here is an old picture of me because I still do not like the new flashy box. Momma is wondering if I will ever pose for her again. (The answer is nope.)

In other news, there was lots and lots of screaming and dancing at our house last night. In Aunt Jen's own words, here's the update:

I’m going home!!!!!!!!!

In a very unexpected twist of events since my post 2 days ago, my WBC did an amazing turn around and my counts have recovered to the point that I no longer need any special precautions that the hospital has been providing for me. There are no givens, as everything is dependent upon how my body responds, but my doc is estimating that I will have almost a full two weeks home before my next round of inpatient chemo. I will need one more marrow draw early next week, which is what they call the “remission marrow”--please pray that it is clean and I am deemed to be in full remission.

This summer will be a long one of blood draws, transfusions, and several rounds of chemo, but I’m looking forward to the blessings that I will find along the way. I’m so excited to get outside and smell the fresh air; I mostly look forward to the recovery of my energy level so that I can become a bit more active again. But these are really the trivial things in the scope of the big picture. The best blessings found among the worst circumstances can’t be put into words until they actually happen to us-- and I think there is a magnificence in how God places those opportunities unexpectedly in our paths.

She also wanted to thank you all for your prayers and purrs and thoughts for her - it really means a lot. Oh, and of course, the Cat Blogosphere ROCKS!!

Monday, June 2, 2008

Mancat Monday

Mancat Rule of the Day:

When your The Mom is sick, it is very important to be extremely helpful to her: steal her drinking straws, play with the spoon in her mug, sample her soup, steal her crackers, scatter used tissues all over the place, and sniff her hot lemon water. When she is feverish and sweaty, make sure that you lie right on top of her. Then make sure that she won't be late for work by getting her up at 4:37 am. Oh, and make sure to throw in a purr for good measure, just to show you care.

I'll catch you guys later - I'm off to nap with Dad. heh heh