Dewey is the NOSIEST cat I have ever seen. He’s shy and skittish, but if you’re doing something, he just can’t STAND it, he’s got to snoopervise. It drove him crazy when the guys working in the house were here on Monday and Tuesday because on the ONE hand he’s a scaredy-cat, but on the OTHER hand he was dying to see what they were doing. We’ve had to start leaving one side of the blinds on the doors to the side stoop open a few inches, because otherwise he’d hear something out there and sit in front of the door, bobbing his head around, trying to see what was going on. (The blinds are enclosed in the door, otherwise he could just stick his head underneath them, of course.)
Frankie went to the vet yesterday because his mouth is still bothering him. The vet couldn’t find anything obviously wrong, suggested a few things it could be, and ultimately we decided on a wait-and-see approach to see if it gets better. We’ve got pain medication for him, and if he isn’t doing better in a week, he’ll go back again.
In the meantime, he is the sweetest boy ever, and you want to adopt him, right? Right!
(Seriously, though, once he’s all healed up and feeling better, get ready for a lot of posts about him and a lot of requests to share!)
Speaking of the vet, when Kara went for her regular trip to the vet a few months ago, I insisted that she have a senior panel blood test done because all of a sudden she looks old to me. Fred didn’t agree that she needed it because – in his opinion – she looks fine and is acting exactly the same as she ever has. But he acquiesced and had the blood test done – and nothing. Her exam was fine. She’s acting the same. I guess she’s just getting older. She’ll be 10 in April which is not by any means OLD, but it’s certainly oldER and technically she’s in the senior category now. So I’ll keep an eye on her and she’ll keep an eye on me, and maybe I’ll drag her to the grocery store with me next week and demand a senior discount.
2016: Extreme Ears of Annoyance.
2015: I swear she must be half monkey.
2014: No entry.
2013: No entry.
2012: Giving me the side eye to see if I’m impressed (I’m not).
2011: How tiny IS Tiny Alice?
2010: M’Lynn the skittish.
2009: It wasn’t until after she put her glasses on that Samba realized she’d been whispering sweet nothings to a water bottle all evening long.
2008: No entry.
2007: Possibly if I stopped buying toys for the cats there wouldn’t be such an issue with them scattered everywhere, but I guess cat toys is my other illness.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.