Oh NOES! The Ebil V*E*T visit

Kitties!

The Baby here.

The past year I have had especially bad allergies.  I get tons of eye goobies and nose boogers and my ears fill up with wet wax.  Of course the Peeps do maintenance on me; Mommy uses her thumb nail to pick evict the bats from my caves and Daddy cleans my eyes and ears (and always lets me smell my Cat Wax, he's good like that).  I've been to the vet this year for a couple of steroid shots, and an antibiotic shot the time before last because my white count was high.  I also get Zyrtec when the sneezing gets out of hand.  It's just something I have and actually I'm just fine...sassy and bitey and opinionated.  And occasionally, sneezey.

Anyway, Daddy was performing his Cat Wax Removal duties Friday and decided that, this time, my ears were just a little out of hand, and I should go to the vet to have 'em looked at...and Mommy, that dirty rotten traitoress, packed me up and whisked me off to the vet Saturday morning!

I was quiet in the car--I like riding around looking at things.  I know, crazy but true.

Mommy took a little video of me waiting to see the vet.  If you turn up the sound you'll hear my grizzled croaking dulcet tones as I "meow" THREE times!

view it on YouTube HERE

And you know what?  Daddy cleaned my ears so well on Friday that there wasn't enough wax for the vet to take a sample!

::sheesh::

So now I "get" to have a broad-spectrum antibiotic antifungal anti-itchy ointment squirted and massaged into my ears once a day for the next week, which sounds worse than it is, I actually found it pretty soothing and quit scratching my ears afterwards.  Plus the peeps make a huge fuss over me when it happens, so that's good.  Hopefully this will be the last of my problems for a while--at least long enough for Mommy to stop calling me her little "Head Case"!

Insufferable Wench.

Happy Sunday!

XX  The Baby  XX

In Which Sheebie does not Act her Age.

Friends and Kitties!

At our house Scott is the Landscape Guru and I am the Instigator of Low Humor; occasionally these two things converge.  Last Friday Scott had a ton of pond rock delivered for top dressing in our entryway.  He called me at work when he was done:

Scott:  Hey.

Me:  HEY!

Scott:  So, I'm done with my rock project.

Me:  Already? You don't mess around when you play with your rocks.

*guffaw*

Me:  So, how big are your rocks?  

Scott:  My rocks are all different sizes, and they're so heavy I need to use the wheelbarrow to move them!

Me:  Don't trip on your rocks!

Scott:  I won't.  Don't panic Sheeb, but some of my rocks are broken.

*laughter*

And later, when I got home:

Scott:  Come admire my rocks.  

Feel free to tread upon them.

Me:  Your rocks are multicolored!

They look great.

Scott:  They're a little dull right now, my rocks look better when they're wet.

*snort*

The project does look nice--since the entryway faces East and doesn't get much sun anything we* put in there gets spindly after a year or two.  Scott moved the plumbago out of the archway planters (it didn't take) and put star jasmine in to grow up over the archway, and it's growing like crazy.  We'd like a couple of big pottery pieces for accents, but we're still thinking about what--and it'll have to meet with Puffy Cat's approval.

A close up of Scott's hefty rocks

The newly remodeled entryway

Big things are happening with the park across the street!

More on that next Sunday...I promise.

Happy Sunday and have a Fun Week!

XX  Sheebie  XX

* That's a metaphorical "we".