The car

I like to ride in the car.  I think that most cats don't like it much because everyone makes such a big deal out of it when the find this out.  When Ginger gets her purse from her room and I can hear the keys jangle, it means that she's going somewhere.  And that makes me excited!  I want to go!  I really lose my head and act stupid, too.  I wind around her feet, meowing and crying loudly, and I watch (very carefully) to see when she will actually head for the door.  Because I don't want to miss it!

I paw at the door, I yell some more.  I try very hard to tell her exactly how desperately I need to get into the car.  Sometimes, when I'm very lucky and it's a very good day, she will say "okay!" and she'll open the door and let me into the garage.  Then she walks to her door and opens the door.  That's when I know I'm supposed to go into the car.  And I DO!  I love this part!  I always stop and mark the car as MINE by clawing the seat.  And then I go to the back seat and wait for the driving part.  I look out the windows as we back out.  It's really hard to stay standing up when the car changes direction. My feet are kinda small and not really made for all this side-to-side stuff.  So I fall down a lot.

Soon we're on the road and I love this part!  I put my front paws on the car door and my nose hits the glass.  On every window there's a nice line of my nose prints!  How wonderful!  When I get tired of falling down, I jump to the back window.  There's a nice place to lie down there, but when I raise my butt for happiness thoughts, the space gets too small and it makes me want to get out of there.  It is nice, though, to sit there and watch the other cars.  The people never look at me.  They're busy.  This confuses Ginger and she wonders if people truly don't notice or they just don't care that they see at cat in the window of the car ahead of them.  I never see any other cat in cars when we're out.  Never. 

Sometimes when I get tired I sit in Lanie's carseat. It makes a nice chair to curl up in and it feels safe.  She says she's leaving the seat in the car just for me, even though she's nine.  It works very well...unless Ginger slams on the brakes hard.  She laughed at me when I found myself flying through the air and whacking into the back of her seat.

I have been to all the kids' schools, the grocery store, the bank, to Walgreens, to Wendy's and even to get frozen custard at Andy's.

 

One time the nice people at Andy's asked Ginger if I wanted a "kitty cone".  I said YES! but I was pretty upset to find that they meant a "kiddie cone" and it was yukky.  There was even one time I pumped gas with Alek!

But mostly I am just a cat and I am always glad to be back home with my other cats and with the couch that smells good. 

Friends!

Gary made some mean comments about kitties on Facebook and that really made me mad. So I told him off and defended myself. His brother Ian was delighted to find that I am also on Facebook and he was quite pleased to be added as my friend. Really, it must have been the highlight of his week. I know that because he told his cat Cleo about it.

Well, Cleo is a very fine and modern cat (with very good taste in men) and she signed up right away for her very own Facebook account!

And then it was my turn to be happy because I found that Cleo is taking good care of Gary for us. She's doing the proper kitty duty of pillow purring and being a heavy lump on the foot of the bed.

So that's how I got two new friends yesterday. It's hard making friends when you're a housecat. I really need more, if possible. I like friends.

Home!

I came home from the hospital today. I was tube fed a couple
of times and was given valium to stimulate me to eat. I was sent
home with a bag and some cans of green pea and duck food and
instructions that if I've not eaten by morning then Ginger should call and they'll start me on valium to keep me eating. Ginger has to give me my
pills still and the vet told her to cover it in Laxatone and push it down my throat with a pencil eraser as it's very bitter and I've been
resistant. I also have a probiotic powder to sprinkle on my food to
repopulate my gut flora. I even got a butt wash and a special
treatment with soothing cream to ease the sores I've licked there.



I'm also supposed to have free reign of the house and a normal world
so as not to freak me out and keep me from eating. So that means the
feeder now has green pea and duck in it too. Since I can't have
normal food for a while. And at $35 for an 8lb bag, Ginger says this better not be
a long term arrangement. I can see where we might have a problem if
this doesn't resolve. Though it would probably do Sprinky some good to
have such good food.



No idea what the problem is. Probably started out as simple diarrhea.
Then my gut became inflamed. Then the food caused a sensitivity. So I've got a bit of irritable bowl. So as long as food makes my gut
spasm, I'm not interested. I've had good food in me now and
hopefully the irritation will stop and I can start healing. If all
else fails, the vet can put a feeding tube in me and Ginger can syringe feed me. So
there are options. The food...green pea and duck...that's novel
proteins that my gut has not seen before and likely has no sensitivity
to. Once I eat normally, we can then experiment with getting me on something that doesn't bother me.



The irony of a fat cat's refusal to eat being a medical emergency is
not lost on anyone. As is the irony of giving an Abyssinian valium to make me eat. I'm so happy to be with his family. I just sidles up to people
and purr, head resting on them. Now I'm curled on Ginger's bed, happy as can
be.

The Trots

I've been feeling kinda bad. Last week, Ginger says it was Tuesday, I kept having trouble with my tail end. It kept getting wet. She cleaned me up and put me in the bathroom and SHUT THE DOOR!! That was not acceptable. But there was a litter box and some water and my favorite bed...my carrier!!!

After a while in there, Ginger let me have some food. And boy did that taste good! But pretty soon my tummy didn't feel very good and there was lots of wet stuff coming out of me. Ginger kept petting me and she looked kinda worried. Soon she told me to get in the carrier and she got the keys!!! You know what that means don't you? I means a ride in the car!!! So off we went.

She took me to a place with wonderful smells and some very irritating dogs. Why do dogs bark? And there was another cat who wanted to play with my tail. I was not amused. My tail kinda hurt by that point. Pretty soon I got taken to a little room with a silver metal table. And nice women who petted me! But one of them but stuff in my bottom. And put stinky stuff on my nose. She said it was to stop me from purring. Why? What's wrong with purring? Especially when my tummy feels bad. It makes me feel good to purr. The nice lady said I had something called "colitis" and gave Ginger a green bottle that made noise when you shake it. That's an evil bottle, I tell you.

Ginger opened the green bottle and then that's when I knew it had pills in it. I don't like pills. I know that if I shut my throat really tight then the awful pill won't go down. I don't like that it makes my mouth really wet and that drips down my neck. But it's better than swallowing the pill. But I always end up swallowing it. Ginger is like that.

I kind of lost track of time because all I did was sleep and sit in the window. But one day Ginger put me in the laundry room. She said it was because Sprinky had "The Trots" now and needed the bathroom.

It's been almost a week and Ginger keeps coming to me to see if I've eaten my food and used my litterbox. I try not to. It makes me feel bad when I do.

Tonight she let me out. I'm still not eating much though. But a week being locked up makes me want to stop eating. I want to be with my people. I love my people. I even love Tubby. I let him lick me tonight. And I didn't even bite him back.

Hi!

Well everyone else seems to have a blog, why not me? I'm quite happy to join you all. And besides, now I can talk to the meowers and leave a real name and ID.