It has been a funny sort of week here at Maystar. A busy and yet monotonous repetitive days with much rain and no time out in the communal area. Pearl and Flaire were put into Al-CAT-raz or the stud house to outsiders. They were playing competitive widdling and poohing on the cat wheel in the House of Fun and Momma had HAD ENOUGH and although never shows us her annoyance, you could see she was at the end of her tether and shouted obscenities every so often! They have a wheel in Al-CAT-raz, one of those plastic ones that can live outside. They peed on this too...sigh. I have stopped going out to run on the wheel, just too much competition.
Magnus and Ikon spent the odd night out in the House of Fun because the youngsters were calling and Robyn is way too young to be caught and not really so much that but the nights and nights of chasing, banging and crashing from the kitchen. One night there was a loud crash and off flew the water dish, which is a glass mug with cat and mouse decal on, from the windowsill and spilled everywhere which must have made the worktop slippery as there were skid marks everywhere. They had pushed one of the special glasses from the work top and with that breaking noise at 2am, Momma was down the stairs sweeping and wiping up all the glass shards from the kitchen floor. I can imagine it was Magnus as he is very big for his young 9 months and not yet in control of his massive teenage feet.
Flaire has left the building in the hope that she may have kittens. Ironically, her Son is interested in her yelling for boys and Ikon is not. Typical! So with Pearl alone in Al-CAT-raz during the day all is well and happy with her and she watches the Horraces and runs on the wheel. She is eating so much now but not really putting on any weight, the Vitamin B12 supplement at least is giving her an appetite however, she is unaware that she needs to stop and some of the amount of food has to exit as chocolate gold. Shame they are not pre-wrapped. ManSlave went out to Al-CAT-raz to visit Pearl and do the feeders for the Horraces and birdies and he noticed her food was all gone? He text Momma "SOS, Pearly has run out of food and is fainting." She came riding in on his shoulders and immediately headed for the food machine. Pfft, she had a huge bowl of food at early breakfast and it was only midday. See, it's as though she has worms which was why her diagnosis was so weird to find and only a smart vet to notice the pattern wasn't right for such creepy crawlies.
I have had a good week, I am half way through yet another food change that has taken a month of increasing a few kibbles each day and even though I really love the taste of the fish style food it still makes my skin lumpy and bumpy and my breathing raspy. I am eating Flaire's special Duck & Potato diet that claims that the urine is kept to a neat 6.5 which would be brilliant. Flaire's special food wasn't quite right for Flaire, it was good but Momma found a better one for her, damn me if it isn't fish!!! I tried it and had lots of breathing problems and my skin flared up. I can't win! The vets have been amazing and I am now on a 4 month review, well, 3 months now as a month has gone. I look a little grubby but over all I feel really well and exceptionally happy.
I know I am happy because I love my Wiggly Worm again and drag him everywhere. I was given a new one in September for my Purrday and he has lasted all of a month. His little orange body hanging like a fish in a Puffins beak and with a meep meep that sounds Puffin like too. I carry him, head first which has worn to string, leaving just his tail dangling from my lip. At night, when everyone has gone to bed, I bring him proudly to Momma squeal and wave my paw about until she flick flacks him about from her bed. It's the best part of my day, just us together. I have my medication, which tastes NASTY, and then I get to play to try and forget the flavour. ManSlave says it sounds like Elephant Rex on the ceiling as I thump from floor to bed and back again. Often in the morning, Wormie is still in the kitten room and I drag him through the cat flap and he gets stuck, so I call Magnus and he pulls and pulls it until the flap opens to let the wand out, then he trots super proudly, head held high and the second he drops it, I am there to catch Wormies fall. I never get bored if I am healthy and I guess this is my gauge of wellness!
There is one thing that has been annoying me and that is my Daughter, she has been rather sooky and turned into a Mummy cat despite her huge operation to spey her. She has commandeered Robyn, her daughter, into suckling from her and has brought a full belly of milky in for her. She has become protective too and having a go at anyone that even looks at Robyn. Robyn, who is in call, then turns into a baby cat and follows Tyga about mewling for milky and not eating enough kibbles and has lost weight. Then, at night time, Tyga HAS to sleep next to Momma and I don't get a look in and that makes me mad. I spit and hiss at her and Momma and go into a huff to my bed. However, last night after wormie play, I still felt a bit giddy so Tyga pounced on me and I pounced on her. She wiggled her butt and did a big pounce so I laid into her and she fell over into a heap and mewled like a baby and me being me firstly went to whakk her one, then decided to wash her - she woke the Mother in me - PFFT! I am SO mad at her too and she just crawled along the floor after me, wiggling then falling over if I got rough. So that's that sort of over and I shall tolerate her daft behaviour and with that in mind, I slept on Momma's pillow again, claiming my special human and Tyga slept in her arms all night. Poor Momma, her neck is all cricked today. Giggles. She loves it really!
As usual, I tell you what is for lunch. Well, I am not sure how this happened but a small bit of beef fell out of the freezer and just missed Ikon's paws, he jumped away a bit surprised. Being a Birthday cat this week he was hoping for something special to eat and so the beef spoke to him. He is sure to get a two year olds portion! It shouldn't be a long cook. It's really small so I shall help ManSlave dig some potatoes out and collect some mint and we have a couple of beans left too. I shall ride on his shoulders and dig my nails in his back to grip on as he bends.. We can play with the strings, they feel funny on your face and are fun to carry about. Lillibet used to really love a green bean string when she was a baby. She has forgotten how that game goes! Just briefly on Lillibet, she has lost a few more grams on her diet. Faith is holding her weight and Momma can't seem to shift the final 100gms. Maybe she should look at her own body first and get some exercise done and apply that to Faiths routine?
Right, I am off, ManSlave is dishing out freeze dried ducky treats and I can't miss out. The entire house is here, moaning and growling, grumbling and taking their feeding places to get their ducky. Only SaBreena has beef flavoured ones, she is so fussy with just one taste bud! Right, I am going, I can hear the cap popping off and my fellow housemates are being treated....laters folks.
Queen Vee =^..^=
Magnus and Ikon spent the odd night out in the House of Fun because the youngsters were calling and Robyn is way too young to be caught and not really so much that but the nights and nights of chasing, banging and crashing from the kitchen. One night there was a loud crash and off flew the water dish, which is a glass mug with cat and mouse decal on, from the windowsill and spilled everywhere which must have made the worktop slippery as there were skid marks everywhere. They had pushed one of the special glasses from the work top and with that breaking noise at 2am, Momma was down the stairs sweeping and wiping up all the glass shards from the kitchen floor. I can imagine it was Magnus as he is very big for his young 9 months and not yet in control of his massive teenage feet.
Flaire has left the building in the hope that she may have kittens. Ironically, her Son is interested in her yelling for boys and Ikon is not. Typical! So with Pearl alone in Al-CAT-raz during the day all is well and happy with her and she watches the Horraces and runs on the wheel. She is eating so much now but not really putting on any weight, the Vitamin B12 supplement at least is giving her an appetite however, she is unaware that she needs to stop and some of the amount of food has to exit as chocolate gold. Shame they are not pre-wrapped. ManSlave went out to Al-CAT-raz to visit Pearl and do the feeders for the Horraces and birdies and he noticed her food was all gone? He text Momma "SOS, Pearly has run out of food and is fainting." She came riding in on his shoulders and immediately headed for the food machine. Pfft, she had a huge bowl of food at early breakfast and it was only midday. See, it's as though she has worms which was why her diagnosis was so weird to find and only a smart vet to notice the pattern wasn't right for such creepy crawlies.
I have had a good week, I am half way through yet another food change that has taken a month of increasing a few kibbles each day and even though I really love the taste of the fish style food it still makes my skin lumpy and bumpy and my breathing raspy. I am eating Flaire's special Duck & Potato diet that claims that the urine is kept to a neat 6.5 which would be brilliant. Flaire's special food wasn't quite right for Flaire, it was good but Momma found a better one for her, damn me if it isn't fish!!! I tried it and had lots of breathing problems and my skin flared up. I can't win! The vets have been amazing and I am now on a 4 month review, well, 3 months now as a month has gone. I look a little grubby but over all I feel really well and exceptionally happy.
I know I am happy because I love my Wiggly Worm again and drag him everywhere. I was given a new one in September for my Purrday and he has lasted all of a month. His little orange body hanging like a fish in a Puffins beak and with a meep meep that sounds Puffin like too. I carry him, head first which has worn to string, leaving just his tail dangling from my lip. At night, when everyone has gone to bed, I bring him proudly to Momma squeal and wave my paw about until she flick flacks him about from her bed. It's the best part of my day, just us together. I have my medication, which tastes NASTY, and then I get to play to try and forget the flavour. ManSlave says it sounds like Elephant Rex on the ceiling as I thump from floor to bed and back again. Often in the morning, Wormie is still in the kitten room and I drag him through the cat flap and he gets stuck, so I call Magnus and he pulls and pulls it until the flap opens to let the wand out, then he trots super proudly, head held high and the second he drops it, I am there to catch Wormies fall. I never get bored if I am healthy and I guess this is my gauge of wellness!
There is one thing that has been annoying me and that is my Daughter, she has been rather sooky and turned into a Mummy cat despite her huge operation to spey her. She has commandeered Robyn, her daughter, into suckling from her and has brought a full belly of milky in for her. She has become protective too and having a go at anyone that even looks at Robyn. Robyn, who is in call, then turns into a baby cat and follows Tyga about mewling for milky and not eating enough kibbles and has lost weight. Then, at night time, Tyga HAS to sleep next to Momma and I don't get a look in and that makes me mad. I spit and hiss at her and Momma and go into a huff to my bed. However, last night after wormie play, I still felt a bit giddy so Tyga pounced on me and I pounced on her. She wiggled her butt and did a big pounce so I laid into her and she fell over into a heap and mewled like a baby and me being me firstly went to whakk her one, then decided to wash her - she woke the Mother in me - PFFT! I am SO mad at her too and she just crawled along the floor after me, wiggling then falling over if I got rough. So that's that sort of over and I shall tolerate her daft behaviour and with that in mind, I slept on Momma's pillow again, claiming my special human and Tyga slept in her arms all night. Poor Momma, her neck is all cricked today. Giggles. She loves it really!
As usual, I tell you what is for lunch. Well, I am not sure how this happened but a small bit of beef fell out of the freezer and just missed Ikon's paws, he jumped away a bit surprised. Being a Birthday cat this week he was hoping for something special to eat and so the beef spoke to him. He is sure to get a two year olds portion! It shouldn't be a long cook. It's really small so I shall help ManSlave dig some potatoes out and collect some mint and we have a couple of beans left too. I shall ride on his shoulders and dig my nails in his back to grip on as he bends.. We can play with the strings, they feel funny on your face and are fun to carry about. Lillibet used to really love a green bean string when she was a baby. She has forgotten how that game goes! Just briefly on Lillibet, she has lost a few more grams on her diet. Faith is holding her weight and Momma can't seem to shift the final 100gms. Maybe she should look at her own body first and get some exercise done and apply that to Faiths routine?
Right, I am off, ManSlave is dishing out freeze dried ducky treats and I can't miss out. The entire house is here, moaning and growling, grumbling and taking their feeding places to get their ducky. Only SaBreena has beef flavoured ones, she is so fussy with just one taste bud! Right, I am going, I can hear the cap popping off and my fellow housemates are being treated....laters folks.
Queen Vee =^..^=
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