The Things We See!

Kitties!

So, here's what happened to Daddy...and no worries, there are NO PHOTOS in the post of his injury, or anything gross.

OK.  Mommy and Daddy are swapping the second bedroom and the office, which means furniture moving, which means shifting Daddy's Massive Desk, which has HAD a giant piece of glass on it to protect the wood.  Mommy had ideas on how to move the glass (which already had a large crack in it) involving tape and blankets...but Daddy, being impatient, had other ideas and without saying anything to Mommy he tried to take it of the desk.  In sock feet, with his bare hands!  No gloves or shoes...what a moron.

Mommy heard the terrible crash, and then "uh oh" from Daddy--never an optimistic statement--and she shot off the sofa to find Daddy in the middle of trillions of sharp shards of glass and pouring blood!  Mommy is good in a crisis though, she tossed Daddy a towel, told him to apply direct pressure and hold his hand above his heart while she ran for his shoes and her car keys.  Fortunately the broken glass was contained in the office so they made sure none of us were in there (as IF, after the explosion from the Terrible Crash), shut the doors and took off to the emergency room.

Daddy was very lucky.  The glass cut a 2cm x 1cm flap on the top of his right hand, but missed anything critical--no veins or tendons severed.  The ER doc put in seven stitches and said Daddy can take 'em out himself in a week!  Mommy went back home to deal with the glass (they are 5 minutes from the Hospital) while Daddy was waiting to be sewn up and the whole ordeal was done and dusted in about two hours...however NOT a relaxing evening for any of us.

But it could have been worse.  Mommy had been toying with the idea of an evening walk just before Daddy pulled his stupid stunt had his accident; he could have been home alone.  The glass could've cut deeper and caused serious injury.  One of us could've been hit with or stepped on glass.  As it stands Daddy will have an interesting scar and Mommy is having a wonderful time giving him major amounts of shit grief over the whole thing.

Thank you all for your well wishes and concern.  Aside from some swelling and achiness Daddy's hand is perfectly able to scoop, open cans, and dole out chicken snacks so all's well that ends well.

In other news, Maui and John got shaved...

Happy Friday!

XX  The Katz  XX

And So it Continues...

Friends and Kitties!

Sheebie here.

So, today I had a flat tire, was almost late for work, Felix is still sick, Sweet Pea and CC are sneezing like crazy.  Salem has the trots (pee-yoo!) and somebody sprayed the back of the sofa.  Not only did I have zero time for photos I don't have the gumption for a "real" post, for which I am sorry because creating a happy post always cheers me up.

HOWEVER.

I had a great yoga class before the flat tire.  I finally got up into a forearm stand!

I was almost late to work.

Felix is improving, and the vet gave us a HUGE bottle of medicine, enough for the entire Ailing Horde, for only $16.

Maybe Salem will lose an ounce along with her appetite.  

The sofa atrocity--well, no silver lining there, I'm afraid.  At least it's vinyl!

And I guess this post perked me up after all; counting your blessings usually does.

Maybe I'll drag out the real camera tomorrow for some fun and make it up to all of you--deal?

 Happy Tuesday!

XX  Sheebie  XX

Uh Oh...Purrs, Plz!

Kitties!

Johnny here.

A word of advice:  If you feel all gulpy and sick and raspy, do NOT sleep with your Mommy (or Dad).  They will notice and then, well, you are hauled off to the vet.

Like so.

The vet does unspeakable things to see if you have a fever...

...and listens to all the highly private things happening in your innards.

The stress of it all can cause you to lose a whisker!

The Mommy here:  Poor John has been under the weather for a couple of days so I carted him off for a check-up; little guy was so low he didn't even make a peep in the car on the trip there.  No fever, and his lungs sound clear--Dr. Auggie suspects either allergies or an irritated trachea from the dental procedure--he is doing a weird swallowing thing and his purr sounds really raspy.  He got a steroid shot as an allergy preventative and has antibiotics "just in case";  he's prone to kitty colds when stressed and the dental certainly qualified as that.  I fed him some minced broasted chicken with a side of cream when we got home, and he toddled off to sleep in the sun for the afternoon.  I'm sure he'll be just fine but a few purrs wouldn't go amiss...and I'll make sure he gets the prime spooning spot at bedtime.  Thanks everyone...xx

Happy Friday!

XX  Sickie John  XX

Truncated Thursday

Kitties!

No photos (or much of anything else) for today's post...yesterday there were contractors in the house doing drywall repair, contractors on the roof installing solar panels, and the dreaded mobile groomer made her annual appearance as well...and now FOUR of us are nood.  We spent the day herded, huddled, and hiding on the Catio...

That is all.

Happy Thursday!

(it can't be any worse than Wednesday--can it?)

XX  The Katnip Lounge  XX

We Interrupt our Normal Programming

Friends and Kitties--

Mr. Crazypants and I have been praying to the porcelain gods the past day and a half...where in the world we picked this scourge up is beyond me as we're both the "wash your hands and avoid small children at all costs" type.

The upside is that we'll be runway ready in about...oh...another two hours, provided you strap me to a gurney and gently roll my skinny wizened carcass down the catwalk.

The cats are in heaven.  Two beds occupied continuously with extra-hot sweaty humans, too weak to move.

I just ate a banana.

Wish me luck...

XX  The Puking Princess, Sheeb  XX

Sheesh

Kitties!

Johnson here.

Mommy's day turned out to be an utterly spectacular craptastic disaster.  Her personal Road to Hell* was lavishly resurfaced.

Which is why I told her "Off to bed!" before the sun was even down. So she grabbed me, her kindle, and some hot cereal and marched straight to the bedroom for some purr therapy.  Sometimes Mommy shows uncommon Good Sense.

Hopefully today won't be quite so epic.

Happy Wednesday, dammit**!

XX  Johnny  XX

*that would be the one paved with Good Intentions

**Mommy said it was OK to cuss, this one time

String Serenade for Daddy

Kitties!

Rupert here.

What a day Daddy had yesterday!

First, he got a fruit seed stuck 'twixt his tooth and gum last weekend.  He went to the dentist on Tuesday (the same day a Sly had his teef done, what a co-inky-dink, huh?) and got it taken care of--or so he thought.  Turns out he has to go back because it swelled all up again!  Poor Daddy.  

Then, he got a check in the mail for the car repairs from his rear-ender accident, so he decided to go to the bank and deposit it.  And sprang a flat tire, right outside of the bank!  Mommy called a tow truck and went to get him.  Turns out the tires were so old they were out of warranty and all of them need to be replaced.  So much for the insurance settlement.

Finally, while he was waiting for the tire job Mommy strong-armed wheedled nicely asked him to help her do a HUGE shop at Wally World which ended up being a two-trolley odyssey into the hellish underworld of mass retail.  However, they did remember to buy Stinky Goodness so it's all good. 

Daddy said he's going to follow my example and wash his paws hands of the whole day...

...while I play a little cello music to soothe him.

Happy Friday!

XX  Rupert  XX

pee ess:  The grass Scouty ate stayed DOWN!  We are all a little bummed. 

Except Mommy, that is.