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

Living the Life of Crime

Friends and Kitties!

Sheebie here.

I've become increasingly annoyed by The Man's attempts to curb my perambulating curiosity.

To wit: 

Posted:  by the 18th green of the defunct golf course over at Lake Las Vegas.

Result:  I walked all over that puppy.

Posted:  by the side of the road where there is absolutely nothing, including vehicle access.

Result:  I sat down and parked my fanny.  Just because.

Posted:  on a 1-acre parcel in the middle of a residential area.

Result:  I didn't jump the fence.  Yet.  I desperately want a selfie of me right next to this sign--I've scoped it out and concluded I need to wear shoes that have narrower toes so I can get up and over.

I refuse to let The Man keep me down...

Happy Sunday, and have a Rebellious week!

XX  Sheebie  XX

Unhappy HELLidays

Kitties!

Felix wasn't the only Victim of Catmas.

Indeed not.

The peep's perfidity knows no bounds here at Teh Lounge.

Grayce was too fast to photograph--that gal is a strip-tease artist.

Maui "needed" an assist...

...that he was rather unimpressed with.

oh no, Oh No, OH NOOOOOOO!!!!

Oh crap.

Rupert is a smart cookie!

He observed the shenanigans, and when Daddy asked him if he's like to wear the antlers--

he demurred, just out of grabbing distance reach.

But Kitties, you know what, Daddy was a Good Egg with the antlers.

'Cos he put 'em on for us to laugh at him!

Happy Tuesday Catmas Eve!

XX  The Lounge Kats  XX

Forbidden Territory

 Kitties!

Maui here.

I decided to get up on the pot shelf in the kitchen, the one place in the house where we are Not Allowed. 

Mommy saw me do it, and instead of reasonably asking me to reconsider my decision to ascend (and prevent me from Getting Into Trouble) she ran for the camera and screeched for Daddy...

...who flung the Washrag of Discipline at me.

I was not impressed, and moved to a new spot...

...where I was once again accosted by Daddy and his filthy fabric flagellator!

Enough of this nonsense.

I'll get back up here when they're not looking. 

I shot Daddy a Dirty Look, so he knew I was only getting down because I wanted to.

Meanwhile, Mommy continued to document the entire sordid affair.

Traitorous wench.

Somebody's gonna get a surprise in their shoe!

Maybe two somebodies.

Happy Thursday!

XX  Maui  XX

YIKES!

Kitties!

Photobombing Grayce here, with a State of the Peeps Report.

In a nutshell, it's been totally LOUSY here the past couple of days...

First, we had such hard winds it drove rain up underneath the flashing on the roof for the furnace exhaust, and we had water dripping in the attic.  Mommy had to go up there and look around, and of course she whacked herself in the head.  Twice.

Then, Tuesday night some stoopy-pants tail-gating @!%&! in a great big truck rear-ended Daddy.  The car bumper (because of the sturdy bike rack mount) was hardly damaged.  However, Daddy was less well off--he went to the Urgent Care and after a series of x-rays he got a referral for chiropractic care and physical therapy...for THREE days a week for the foreseeable future.  Thankfully it should be all paid for by the insurance, so we'll still get our foodables, but Daddy is pretty racked up.

And more then, the peeps spent two hours today at the phone store getting new phones.  You can imagine how thrilling that was, 'specially with Daddy all achy and stuff.

And MORE MORE then, yesterday afternoon The Baby snuck out!  She's not saying when it exactly happened, but about 7 PM  Daddy saw her pawing at the door of the Catio, wanting in.

This is our motto for tomorrow:

Paws crossed for a dull and boring day, kitties!

Happy Thursday!

XX  Grayce  XX

The Monday Sheebie met Murphy...

Friends and Kitties!

Sheebie here, and I'm finally ready to talk about the horrible day I had at work last Monday.

Generally, my work day is quiet and routine; I'm basically there to monitor an automated system, and react to any unusual situations.  For a water treatment plant operator, a boring day is good one, but then there are the non-typical days...like Monday...when I had to shut the plant down.  On purpose.  

The treatment plant out at Lake Mead is over forty years old, and periodically it needs repairs that can only be accomplished without water in it, and I was the poor sod who had the shift doing the shut down, where I encountered Murphy, many many many times.

First, as soon as the last raw water pump went off the entire computer system crashed, due to a bug in the calculations that the scurvy knaves in I.T. were aware of and failed to pass along.  Myself and the maintenance crew ran around like crazy people getting everything shut down locally, instead of from the control room.  I.T. got us up and running in a few minutes, but it was butt-puckering until they did.  Fortunately where I work it's copacetic to offer feedback... 

This is filter #9.  You can see there's a piece missing--this is one of the repairs that was scheduled.

This was not.

Filter #17 was the second thing that went wrong, and the genesis of the rest of the entire crappy day, because we weren't able to isolate the leak effectively and ended up draining things that needed to stay filled and filling things that should've stayed empty.  There was a whole host of other things that went wrong as well; the day was ten hours of unrelenting awfulness.  Everything was under control by the time I left--Murphy had evidently left the building--but I don't think I've had such a stressful day in a long time.

So it was wonderful to have 60-degree windless weather on Tuesday and get out for a nice long bike ride!  I took a few photos of the trail; I did eight miles and I can tell I'm getting into shape because the hills are getting a lot easier. 

This is halfway down the mountain-ette, facing West.

And from the same spot looking East and down the rest of the hill, going towards the Park.  The elevation change from top to bottom is over 400 feet so it's a sizable hill; a blast to coast down and a bear to pump back up!  I only had to stop and rest twice this time, there's a couple of really steep sections towards the top that are killer to get over.  Soon...

This is one of the brand new sections of trail just past our house; since there weren't any lines painted I rode all over the road in a fit of rebelliousness.

Nothing like beautiful blue sky to erase all my cares!

Which will be returning--guess who gets to restart the plant this coming Monday?

*sigh*

Happy Sunday--Have a Better Week than Me!

XX  Sheebie  XX

Thursday Thievery

Kitties!

The Mommy here.

Monday morning when I wandered into the kitchen to swill the hogs feed the Horde I unwittingly walked into the scene of a shocking, starchy crime:

The humble loaf of bread had been defiled!

Naturally I grabbed my phone to get a (blurry) picture for y'all.

Whilst immortalizing the infraction this character showed up:

Now, I ask you--was Sylvester revisiting the scene of the crime, or merely an interested onlooker?  He wasn't saying...although his breath did have a decidedly yeasty odor...and he's a confirmed bread wrapper-licker.

Kitties, I'm asking you to decide--innocent or guilty--and if not Sylvester, then whodunnit?

Happy Thursday!

XX  The Mommy  XX

Trouble Brewing.

Kitties!

Here we have two snoozing Mancats...Maui in the upper tree tray and Johnson in the fleece covered box top on Daddy's desk.

Scouty's on the scene, too!

Everybody is all nice peaceful, hanging out in Feline Harmony.

But under the desk lurks Trouble--that's Trouble with a capital "T", as well as a dirty bottom.

(Nice knees, Daddy!)

hmmmm, who to torment?  Maui is crazypants, and Johnny considers Me a food group.

Which leaves Scouty.

CHARGE!

heh.

Thus triumphs Trouble.

Happy Tuesday!

XX  The Lounge Kats  XX