Thrilled Thursday

Kitties!  

Tiny Johnson here.

Could you tell it was me?

I'm having the time of my life, hanging out with Daddy in the garage--and look, he fixed up this great box just for me.  It has two towels inside, for extra cosiness.  And get this: he put a litter box out here, too!  I've said it before and I'll say it again, Daddy Rocks.

Happy Thursday!

XX  TJ  XX

The Mommy here:  Poor TJ has had the squirts for a few days--we're keeping him sequestered to control his input and monitor the output (currently catpats).  He's taking medicine and absolutely adores being an "only cat" and exploring the garage.  It's heated, and Scott spends a large part of the day in there, doing Retired Guy stuff, so he has plenty of company.  Johnny comes in the house every so often to see if he's missing anything--and requests to go back out.  Hopefully his GI system will be back to normal in a day or two, however I thing the garage thing may be the new norm!

Hippy Dippy Doody

Kitties!

Tiny Johnson here.

This may look like nothing more than a photo of me squatting in the litter pool, but that's exactly what it is; a photo of me squatting!

After the infamous Anal Sac Experience I was still making use of...ahem...''inappropriate" areas to poop, like my heaty box bed, so the peeps decided on another vet visit for x-rays of my innards.  Well, it turns out my innards are fine, but I have severely arthritic hips. (We figure the only way TJ could go comfortably was laying down, we feel terrible.--ed.)

The vet gave me Metacam, which has helped tremendously, as you can see.  I'm back to laying large logs in the litter pool and I've been much more apt to venture onto the higher levels of the cat trees. and in the apartment house on the Catio.  The peeps think I'm less clingy, too.  

(I am NOT clingy--it's called Snoopervision.)

The vet said Metecam can impact my kidney function, long term, so she did a baseline kidney panel.  I'm pleased to report I have the kidneys of a kitten--so I only have to have blood work done every six months and follow up x-rays if I start limping, etc.  

I'm so happy to feel less creaky, and the medicine isn't icky at all--Mommy squirts it in my mouth and I don't fight or foam--and I get a treat afterwards!  Hopefully I'll feel good for a long time now.

Happy Monday!

XX  Jimmy John  XX

Heinous.

Kitties!

Tiny Johnson here, recovering.

I had a horrendously Terrible Day.  

Apparently evacuating my bowels outside of the box is cause enough around here to be hauled off to the vet's office where I was subjected to an absolutely atrocious intrusion of my purrson--I had my anal glands expressed.  And then a butt shave, and a butt bath!

I may never recover...

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The Mommy here:  Poor TJ.  Dr. Auggie said that his anal glands were the largest she had ever "seen" in her practice--what are normally raisin-sized sacs were as large as grapes--both sides.  No wonder the poor guy wasn't using the box!  He was a star throughout the entire procedure, not a peep or growl out of him; I imagine it had to be quite a relief, actually.  The minute we got home he headed for the food dish, and later devoured a slice of ham and steak bits so he obviously wasn't too traumatized.  Hopefully he should be good to go from now on...heh heh.

Happy Wednesday!

XX  MT TJ  XX

Miffed Mancat Monday

Kitties!

Rupert here.

At the vet.

*sigh*

So, at the beginning of last week I became an extremely Vigorous Digger in the box, and I also started announcing my intentions with a spirited song whenever I felt "the urge" to conduct a little business, a new development.

Kitties, let me tell you that this was a Very Bad Idea, because Mommy got suspicious and started following me around the house, monitoring my rear-ward boxal output--which, as it turns out, was watery, extra extra pungent (according to Mommy, "eye-watering" how insulting is that?) and frequent.

Naturally, I got hauled off to the vet, where my dignity was violated, my innards irradiated and worst of all, I had to pee in a cup!  Well not really, but I did have my pee stolen after I left it in the box.  And no humiliation is complete without documentation, right?

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Well.

I got the last laugh, because according to the vet I am fine; no obstructions, or stopped up pooper, or infected anal glands, and my pee is perfect!  And a few days later I'm back to producing championship-quality deposits.  (and a $380 vet bill, YIKES!--ed)  However, the next time I eat something sketchy--like CC's barf warm dinner--and I get an upset tummy I don't think I'll advertise the fact with a jaunty song!  That Mommy is just too darn nosy.


Happy Monday!

XX  Poopert  XX

Kitties!

May Ling here.

I am investigating a Mysterious Smell.

Say...it's over on the edge too!

I bet somekitty forgot to wipe...

Happy Tuesday!

XX  May Ling, Chief Poop Sleuth  XX

FLEDGLING Friday!

Kitties!

The snax with toothpicks baby hummingbirds have gotten their feathers!

Look at how much larger they are after just one week...it's amazing.

Pretty soon they'll be just the right size for an amuse bouche...

...OK, OK,  we're kidding...these birdies ain't for eatin'.

*sigh*

Besides, who wants to consume something that poops, All.  The.  Time.

!!!

Happy Friday!

XX  The Katz  XX

Thankful Thursday

Kitties!

Check it...

No...it's not swimming season, these are Brand Spanking New LITTERPOOLS for our Catio latrines!

Daddy got 'em at the home supply store.  Mommy ordered bags and BAGS of litter from Mr. Chewy, and as soon as they come it's BOMBS AWAY in these babies!

*ahem*

We mean we will discretely make use of the new facilities with the utmost decorum.  Furthermore, we will cover.  Every time.

Bwa ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!

That's a joke.  In actuality we'll diggitydigdigdig to China, flinging fresh litter (and turds--ed) everywhere, forcing Mommy to sweepittysweepsweepsweep the Catio or risk sandy feets (or worse--ed) when she ventures outside.

Kitties, we can hardly wait!

::crossing legs::

Happy Thursday!

XX  The Lounge Kats  XX

In Which Mommy Posts Something Beyond the Pale

Kitties!

!!!Warning!!!

!!!This post contains a Fecal Theme!!!

Continue at your own risk.

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Rupert was up to his usual tricks Sunday afternoon...

...sticking his Cold Nose all up in other kitties' business.

It spurred the ancient urge to excavate...

::digetty dig dig dig::

...and defecate. 

Assuming the poop stance, he prepared to fill the hole back in.

May Ling saw it all.

"Holy Crap!"

"sheesh...can't a guy get any privacy around here?"

Apparently not.

bwahahahahahahahahaha!

Happy Monday!

XX  The Terribly Invasive Mommy   XX

Our PURRsonal Super Hero!

Kitties!

We have a brand new Super Hero in town, the Plaid Poopster!

He cleans the cat boxes with a silver scoop!

OK, it's really stainless steel, but it was shiny like silver (once upon a time) when it was new... just roll with us on this one.

The Plaid Poopster flies through the house with his trusty dung bucket in tow.

Folks, he's headed outdoors...

...what is the Plaid Poopster up to now?

He has a verreh determined look on his face.

Holy Cats, it's the ritual Dumping of the Dung!

It's not everyday that you get to see such a dedicated Super Hero hamming it up for his audience so hard at work.  This is truly a special and amazing moment.

A really looong moment.  

Finally done!

Thank you, Plaid Poopster, for your dedicated doody duty. 

What would we do without you?

Happy Monday!

XX  The Krappin' Katnip Lounge Kats  XX

Monday Mysteries

Kitties!

We are BACK...and we have a huge mystery here at the Lounge.

As you know, we have an All Time Favorite Toy (ATFT), a stick with a rawhide lace taped on it and ribbons tied to the end of the lace.

Mommy claims it's super-duper high tech.  What a fibber!

It's actually LOW tech, our Mommy is just TOO CHEAP to buy us a Neko Fly.

She mumbles about how we are hard on toys, we'd destroy it the first day, it costs too much...

...blah blah blah.

Cod, she is lame.

ANYWAY, Mommy puts the ATFT away at night because she doesn't trust us to play with it unsupervised.

Can you believe that?  What an insult!  We would never do such a thing.

Plus, the ATFT isn't any fun if she's not on the other end waving it around while we ignore it and her whining that she has useless non-cat related things to do besides cater to our every passing whim and desire.

So if the ATFT got left out one night we wouldn't touch it.

We would ignore the yummy rawhide lace...

...and just say "no" to the tempting red rustling ribbon.

So the mystery is:

Just WHOSE poop is this!?!

Happy Monday!

XX  The Katnip Lounge  XX

Friday Fun with Feces!

Kitties!

Scooping the litterbox pools at out house is not for the faint of heart or the weak of back.

Thirteen Cats make a LOT of dung.

Daddy is Cap'n Scoop!

He takes a garden rake through the sand to loosen and gather our offerings together, and then he scoops 'em up into a biodegradeble plastic bag. 

In the name of Science for fun, he weighed our 24-hour output.

Bear in mind it's hot here so our clumps are dry.

Nine pounds, eight ounces.

Is that incredible or what!?!

We need to work harder.

Happy Friday!

XX  The Lounge Kats  XX