Mystery Yak

Kitties!

Some kitty is feeling mighty fine this Friday:

This magnificent specimen (and it's baby brother) was on top of the washing machine Thursday morning.  Naturally, Mommy whipped out her phone and trusty measuring tape for documentary purposes.

 Her only query was this: whodunnit?

Any ideas?

Happy Friday!

XX  One Very Happy Yak-Free Feline  XX

Not Just No, But He!! No

Kitties!

The Baby here.

What's that Mommy?  You're taking me to the vet for a Senior Blood Panel and a check-up?

I don't think so.

I'm all over my cat cold but Mommy is a horrible person worrywart and has decided that--without any input whatsoever from me--I still need a once-over and blood work to make sure my innards are working correctly.  As if the 10cm hairball*  I produced yesterday (unfortunately missing the carpet) wan't enough proof that I'm in tip top shape!

*sigh*

Happy Tuesday, anyway!

XX  The Victim  XX

*complete with grass.  It was a Work of Art, kitties.

Cat Grazz

Kitties!

Sweet Pea here.

As a sop to their guilty consciences for trying to off us with bad cat food ongoing effort to boost our digestive systems, the peeps started some cat grass for us to eat!

It's tender and delicious and has, so far--in just one day--produced FOUR Quite Spectacular green piles of effluvia from a Mystery Bomiter.* 

Life is Good, kitties.

Happy Whitesday!

XX  Sheep Pea  XX

*or Bomitors

Two Weeks of Awfulness

Kitties!

Salem here.

First off, let me say that everything is fine now, 100% all better...but it's been a wild ride around here health-wise the past couple of weeks.

Remember when I had to go to the vet with my blocked *whispers* anal glands?  Well, there was more to the story.

Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

About three weeks ago there was an outbreak of the Prodigious Vomits--we were all yakking, all the time, everywhere.  Now, this coincided with a cold snap and a massive shed so Mommy put it down to hairballs, as historically this has been the case.  But this went on and On and ON...for a week...and then stopped.  Hallelujah.

A day or two later the Pernicious Squirts began.

Kitties, it was awful!!!  Some of us couldn't get to the box quickly enough and Mommy got to test her gag reflex more than once.  I was one of the worst affected, and Mommy thinks this is ultimately what irritated my "behindal" region into flaring up.

Thinking back, Mommy remembers getting up one morning a month ago and one of our food dishes had been completely untouched--which is unusual because we are little pigs.  She didn't think much of it and just left the dish down, and by the end of the day it was eaten.  Talking it over with Daddy he said that he had to toss a can of food that had a broken seal on it, and they think we must have been fed a bad can of food!  (We have some canned food delivered and one box came pretty banged up and odds are it contained the culprit.)  They felt terrible about it, and let me tell you they'll listen for a "pop" every single time they open a can from now until forever.

But if the barfs and the browns weren't bad enough, the worst was yet to come: Mommy put us on STARVATION RATIONS for 48 hours to let our tummies settle down!  We got only half the amount of normal wet food, a few measly Catio Chips (per kitteh) and a paltry serving of hand-shredded rotisserie chicken.  Oh, and Gerber's.  It was Pure Torture.

Moral of the story--have your peeps check every can and listen for the hiss when they pop the top!  Because half-rations are No Fun.

Happy Monday!

XX  Salem  XX

Poor Timing

Kitties!

Scouty here.

I'm ashamed to show my face. 

I yakked up this spectacularly juicy hairball OUTSIDE on the concrete, and not indoors on a bed or sofa or shoe or in the hall or...well...you get the point.

Mommy just scraped it up with the litter box scoop and that was the end of all my hard work--days and days and days of licking and digesting and bezoar-forming, all for naught.

I am consumed with despair.

Can you forgive me?

"Happy" Tuesday!

XX  Shamed Scouty  XX

Tuckered Out Tuesday

Kitties!

Maui here.

Blast Mommy and her tablet...the flash is too bright.

I'm totally spent--I woke up in the middle of the night in order to eject a spectacular hairball on Daddy--and I missed out on at least six minutes of my nightime slumber.  Why he had to go on (and on) about it afterwards and thrash around getting a new blanket for the bed I don't know, I sure wish he'd be quieter when I'm trying to fall back asleep, it's inconsiderate!

Happy Tuesday!

XX  Maui  XX

Caturday Chundering

Kitties!

Johnny here.

Mommy gave me this great new box and said I was lucky to get it...because two nights this week I've woken her up emitting the dreaded Upchuck Gurgle and for some reason interrupted sleep doesn't thrill her.  I'll tell you what doesn't thrill me: being rudely rousted out of my cozy spot right next to Mommy's pillow when I'm just about to yak!  Really, who wants to barf on an impermeable tile floor?  Where's the challenge, the artistry, in that?

Mommy is a heathen.

Happy Caturday!

XX  Hairball Hurlin' TJ  XX

Troubled Tummy Tuesday

WARNING:

The following post contains graphic images, 

which may not be suitable for younger kittehs.

Viewer discretion is advised.

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Kitties!

Maui here.

*huhyork*

*gluck*

*kak kak kak*

I had an upset tummy.

*lurrke*

*slarg*

*hyurple* 

You all know what happened next.

::bleargh:: 

ahhhh, I feel better.

The worst part was that I didn't get to land my yak on anything valuable.

This time...

Happy Tuesday!

XX  Maui  XX

pee ess:  Mommy's had a busy week...we'll be back to our  regular weekend commenting next weekend.  (Which would be the rest of the world's weekend, that is.  Saturday and Sunday.  Not our crazypants schedule.)

RIP USB

Kitties!

Somekitty hurled (in an epic manner, btw) behind the bed, all over the extension cord and plugs.  Mommy cheerfully cleaned up the mess, and discovered this:

Rest in Pieces, Kindle cord

We're not saying who's the irresponsible cord-chewer...we'll leave it up to you to guess!

Happy Friday!

XX  The Fang'd Felines  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

Tummy Trouble.

Kitties!

Rupert here.

I have a great story.  Wanna hear it?

A view of the upset tummy

So last night Mommy was laying in bed with the lights out and I hopped up for a snuggle.  I always cuddle up on her right side (I have dibs) and last night was no different, except I really wanted to get on top of her and prop myself up.  At first Mommy was happy to accommodate me but then I made a pest of myself wanted to lie on her soft chestal area, which is sore (underneath) from her coughing all last week.  Not an ideal place to make biskits.  So she moved me over to her side and petted me to settle me in, and discovered that I was shivering!  In waves, over and over.  Of course I got checked out and Mommy discovered that my tummy was roiling like I had a coffee percolator in there.  Immediately she worried that I had eaten something Bad.  She listened to my tummy again, and held me close and talked to me.  There was no way she was going to go to sleep when her Best Gray Man was sick!

Naturally I hated her fussing over me so I left.

Mommy got up for a drink of water, didn't see me anywhere, and callously went back to bed to give sleeping another try.  I jumped up to visit and shivered some more.  Mommy got all worried again.  If my tummy hadn't felt so bad I would have been having a marvelous time, driving her crazy.

She fussed some more so I boogied.  Again.

Then, just as Mommy was drifting off to sleep, my triumphal moment of relief arrived in the form of a HUGE yak.  Like almost 67 gallons.  In the dark, and Mommy has bare feet.

SCORE. 

ha ha ha ha ha!

Mommy finally got to go back to bed about an hour later.

unrepentant

Who knew that gobbling down eating a ton of stinky goodness all at once could be so entertaining?  Twice.

Happy Tuesday!

XX  Rupert  XX