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:

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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

Well, Poop.

Kitties!

Maui here.

A word of advice:  If, for some reason, you find yourself in The Box, trying to poop--but the poop won't come--do not, I repeat, DO NOT think a little serenade will help things move along.

It doesn't.

What a song does do is bring your Mommy's (or Dad's) attention to your pooping, or as the case may be, lack thereof...and the next thing you know you are at the vet getting warm water squirted up your spot #13!  And then...well...you know...let's just say some personal records for length and volume were achieved and leave it at that.

*whew*

And if that weren't enough, because of the inevitable poopy pants untidyness not one, but TWO butt baths occurred, along with numerous warm wet washcloths applied to my (by now somewhat raw) nether regions.

The crowning indignity, however, was this:

Yes, a DIAPER.  

Tie dyed (for style), but still...a diaper!

First not enough poop, then too much...Mommy is impossible to please.

So remember, kitties--No singing in the box, ever.

Don't say you weren't warned.

Happy Thursday!

XX  Clean-as-a-whistle Maui  XX

The Ultimate Betrayal

Kitties!

Johnny and Rupert here...

After spending untold hours and days sleeping next to Mommy while she was prostrated with flu*, working our little paw pads to the bone, THIS is how we were rewarded:

And it got worse.

MUCH worse!

Horrible, hungry worse...

**shudder**

Stay tuned, Monday we will tell the entire story--in the meanwhile, feel free to speculate upon the nature of our ordeal--which was (did we mention?) AWFUL.

Happy Caturday!

XX  Rupert and Tiny Johnson  XX

*she is almost all better, the treacherous wench.

aaaarrrrggggghhhhhh.

Kitties!

Bibby here.

Mommy had a spectacularly craptastic day at work.  There is one individual who is a total slacker and today was the day he decided to critique Mommy on the way she took care of something HE was supposed to do.

It did not go well.  

For him.

So please, while she calms down, enjoy this re-run photo of a Cat-inna-Pizza-Box:

We will be back tomorrow in full fine fettle, friends.

Happy Tuesday!

XX  The Baby  XX

If the Shoe Fits...

Kitties!

Nekkid Johnson here.

Mommy wanted to get some pictures of me in all my nood glory, but every time I saw the camera I headed towards her so she couldn't get a good shot.  So, she took off her flip flops for bait.

It worked.

I simply adore shoes!

All was good...

...until everything went horribly wrong...

Daddy had a Bright Idea.

Flailing occurred.

As did some struggling by both parties.

Thank Cod Daddy had the attention span of a gnat; he gave up after a try or two.

Stupid shoes.

I fall for 'em every time...

Happy Monday!

XX  Tiny Nekkid Johnson  XX