Live from the Katnip Lounge, The Kat Pack!

Starring: The Baby *Tiny Johnson * Felix * Rupert * Scouty * CC * Sweet Pea * Maui * May Ling * Salem

and...*Angels Grayce, KonaKitty, and Sylvester* always loved, never forgotten




Thursday, September 22, 2016

Vale, Sylvester



Friends and Kitties,

The Mommy here.

It is with almost unbearable sadness that I am writing to tell you that Sylvester is gone.  We made the terrible trip to see the vet this morning.  He was refusing food--even his beloved bacon--and was unable to settle.

We are heartbroken.

I will write a fitting tribute to our giant Tuxie Catman in a few days, but for now I need to take a short break.  

Thank you for all your loving and supportive comments and messages with Sylvester's final post.  I wish he had been around to do a few more but the cancer was just too fast.  You all are just the best folks I know, your support means the world to me.


Love,

Trish  xx

Rebel



Kitties!

The Baby here.

Don't panic, my toe-sabers aren't stuck...

I want to rest my footie in this awkward position.
So there.


Happy Whitesterday on THURSDAY!

XX  The Baby  XX

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

One Word Wednesday


Dètente


Happy Wednesday!

XX  Maui and Rupert, Sworn Enemies  XX

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Some Sad News




Kitties~

Sylvester here.

I have some sad and bad news; I have cancer.
Last week I went to the vet for a full blood work-up and x-rays because I haven't been my normal self for a little bit and I've lost weight.  My bloods are fine, however, it was the x-rays that revealed that my innards are all wonky with fluid and abnormalities.  The vet said I could have an ultrasound and/or exploratory surgery, but that it would only confirm what type of cancer I have--and at this point it looks fairly advanced.  Chemotherapy might be a last-ditch option, but since I detest (so much) being poked, prodded, or otherwise examined Mommy and Daddy have decided against it.  I am getting antibiotics which have helped me perk up a bit, and also prednolisone to reduce the angryness of my innards.  
So right now me and the Great Beyond are at a standoff--Mommy started a Good Day/Bad Day calendar and Daddy will keep a close eye on me too, to make sure I don't suffer.  I love and trust them implicitly, so I'm not worried about pain--I just wish I could stay longer so they don't hurt.  For now, I'm simply going to enjoy all the sunbeams, ham, and love I deserve.

I'll keep you all posted.

Love, and Happy Tuxie Tuesday~


XX  Sylvester  XX

Monday, September 19, 2016

Setting Sail






Me-argh, Mateys!

'Tis Rupert Rapscallion here.

I be sailin' the treacherous waters of the Crocheters Ocean in that most seaworthy of vessels, the Lap O'Mommy.

Oh no...it's Cap'n Hook...and there be sharks in these waters!

Will I have to abandon ship?
NO!
This pirate t'will battle to the death!

*scuffle*swagger*sword fight*

*whew*
Pirating be arduous work!


Happy Monday, Mateys!

XX  Rupert Rapscallion  XX

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Side Eye



Kitties!

The Baby here.

I took a little time out of my Busy Schedule yesterday to do a quick selfie!

I'm calling this my sultry look.


Happy Sunday!

XX  The Baby  XX


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Saturday, September 17, 2016

Plans



Kitties!

The Baby here.

I have decided that this is what I'll be doing most of the day:
It's good to have a plan.


Happy Caturday!

XX  Sleeping Bibbles  XX

Friday, September 16, 2016

Poor, Poor Maui




Kitties!

Maui here.


I had a terrible week last week.  It was a truly awful, horrible, no-good, vile, ghastly, and--most importantly--a heinous to my anus sort of week.

Because, after the first enema (and subsequent poopsplosions) of two weeks ago my trains still weren't running on time.  Or at all, actually.  So off to the vet I was hauled, singing the song of my people in the car, the lobby, and the examination room:
or click HERE

Turns out I was really Really REALLY backed up, but after two days, FOUR enemas and a manual disimpaction I'm pleased to report that my trains are finally leaving the station!  Right now I'm getting lactulose and cisapride squirted down my gullet twice daily to help things along, and boy oh boy, do I feel better.  I'm a maniac crazypants playful boy again!  The peeps helicopter over me every time I bust a move towards The Box so it's a good thing I prefer to poop at night--but somehow Mommy can tell which deposit is mine (he's not as sneaky as he thinks--ed.) and I've been "productive" for five days in a row so far...so if I keep up the good work for a month I can start weaning my medicine and see how it goes, heh heh.

Mommy says for the amount of money she's spent I'd better start pooping gold, but naturally she's a rude thing.  Plain old poop is good enough for her.


Happy Friday!

XX  Maui  XX