07-SEP-2015
Crushed
Did I mention how much I hate taking pills? Oh, how many times! This is me after dad uses the pill plunger to get an antibiotic tablet down my throat. I bury my face in the side of my cat bed and will not look out. It just crushes my little spirit. Dad does what he can to reassure and comfort me afterwards, but sometimes I'm just not buying it!
He says my reaction is a form of aversion therapy. I hate taking the pills, and because of my reaction he hates giving them to me.
08-SEP-2015
Stalking Mode
Not sure what I was stalking, but while taking mom for a patrol of the front yard, I went into "don't mess with me, I'm a wild animal" mode as I stealthily crept down the sidewalk.
14-SEP-2015
Daddy's Girl
Sometimes I sit at dad's feet when he is in the recliner and wait for him to pick me up. Then I curl up in dad's lap and sometimes rest there for 30-40 minutes. Or I just gaze at him adoringly, as I am doing here.
14-SEP-2015
Blackie on the Fence
Our friend Blackie sitting on a fencepost in the backyard.
20-SEP-2015
Reaching Out
Help! I snuggled in my cat bed and I can't get up!
Just teasing, although between the arthritis in my hips and bouts of diabetic neuropathy, it is a struggle at times. If I get really stuck, mom or dad will help me untangle myself.
20-SEP-2015
Mommy's Girl
Okay, I know I said I was Daddy's Girl, but sometimes I am Mommy's Girl, too. After escaping my cat bed, I lay my paws across mom's arm and kept her company for awhile.
25-SEP-2015
Proximity
Here is something we don't see too often. While mom did her morning meditations, me and Panthor rested in close proximity to one another. I slept, Panthor stood (or lay) guard.
28-SEP-2015
Me and My Shadow
Mom captured me and my shadow as I walked away from my food saucer. Often I only eat a few bites at a time, so mom and dad bring me food to wherever I'm at in order to keep up my caloric intake. They place a paper napkin under the saucer as a visual aid not to step on it.
30-SEP-2015
Our Friend Fat Little Mouse
This morning, dad noticed that a plump little mouse had fallen into one of our window wells, probably to escape a severe hailstorm that we had last night.
The poor little fellow (gal?) was scurrying around for food, but there was none. Dad fed the little mouse a walnut, and then captured and released it near some thick bushes in our yard. It was quite frightened when dad first tried to capture it, but then equally happy to run into the bushes when freed.
02-OCT-2015
Less Welcome Visitor
We generally avoid feeding the wildlife, but sometimes our local kitty friends don't finish all of the food that we set out for them. This attracts scavenging skunks or raccoons. This fellow, with his full coat, was as big around as a basketball. He ran off when he saw dad looking at him through the glass of the patio door.
13-OCT-2015
Cuddling with Dad
We've passed through another low spell, and there was one evening when neither mom nor dad knew if I'd make it through the night. Here I am snuggling with dad on the futon in a "morning after" scenario.
16-OCT-2015
Cuddling with Mom
With my hind legs and tail hanging over the edge, I am completely relaxed while cuddling beside mom with the edge of Granny Matt's wool blanket keeping me warm.